The day your baby would get her first flu shots was inevitable, Suguru would feel his heart loose a chunk out of it when he heard his little one cry, even if she was just hungry.

Sitting in the leather chair holding his daughter securely, he watched the doctor prepare the syringe, his thumb ghosting over his baby’s arm. The piercing cries filled the room as the medicine entered the girl’s system.

Your own heart ached at the sight of your husband shedding tears and giving apology kisses to your saddened baby girl, muttering something along the lines of; “Never bringing you here again sweetheart.” Which you knew was a lie. He wanted to keep his baby healthy as much as you did.