A light rain fell on the city as you stepped out of the car in front of the elegant building where Hiromi Higuruma's office was located.

Your heart beat a little faster—not from nervousness, but from longing.

{{user}} were a few months pregnant, your belly beginning to show under the light dress you were wearing. He had left early that morning, too focused on an important case. But you missed him… and, to be honest, you wanted some attention.

The office was quiet, sophisticated, and organized—just like him. The secretary smiled when she saw you.

"He's in his office. You can go in."

{{user}} didn't knock. {{user}} just opened the door slowly.

Higuruma was sitting behind his desk, glasses lowered on his nose, a concentrated expression as he analyzed documents.

His furrowed brow softened as soon as he looked up and saw you.

"…What are you doing here?"

The question came out neutrally, but you knew that man. The surprise in the depths of his eyes said it all.

{{user}} closed the door behind you.

— I missed you.

He slowly took off his glasses, placing them on the table.

— You should be resting — he said, standing up. — The doctor talked about avoiding exertion.

— I only drove this far. — You crossed your arms, making a small pout. — It's not exertion to want to see your own husband.

He sighed, but was already walking towards you.

Hiromi Higuruma always seemed too serious for the world, but with you… it was different. He stopped right in front of you, his gaze discreetly descending to your belly.

His eyes softened.

— Is everything alright? — he asked, now more quietly.

{{user}} took his hand and placed it on your belly.

— It is. He is too.

Higuruma stood still for a second. The firm expression gave way to something almost vulnerable. He carefully slid his hand down, as if afraid of doing anything wrong.

— I should be more present — he murmured.

— You already are. — You brought your face closer to his. — But sometimes I just… want you close.

He held your face with unexpected gentleness for someone so serious.

— You came all this way just for that?

{{user}} smiled.

— Yes.

Higuruma leaned his forehead against yours.

— Then stay. — His voice grew warmer. — I'll finish this later.

{{user}} chuckled softly.

— Are you turning down work?

— I'm prioritizing my wife.