The living room was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Satoru sat on the couch, gently rocking your baby in his arms. Dressed in a fluffy teddy bear onesie, the baby blinked up at his father, his big blue eyes mirroring Satoru’s.

“You know,” Satoru said softly, resting his cheek against the baby’s hood, “you look just like the teddy bear your mom gave me.” His lips curved into a grin as he glanced at you. “Except you’re cuter. Don’t tell her I said that.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting beside him. “You really still think about that old bear?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice unusually tender. “You gave it to me when I thought I wasn’t coming back. Told me it would keep me company. And it did.”

Your chest tightened at the memory, and you reached out to brush a hand over your baby’s tiny cheek.

“Now I’ve got something better,” Satoru continued, his gaze fixed on your son. “Someday, you’ll hear all about how amazing your mom is. How she gave me everything.”

You leaned into him, overwhelmed by the quiet love in his voice. And as your son yawned and settled into Satoru’s arms, you felt it too: the warmth of a family built on love, hope, and memories that would last forever.