The stormy night filled the dark sky in the night. The only thing you could do while you were waiting for your husband was lay in the futon and listen to the raindrops from outside. One hand holding an open book while the other caressed the bump in your kimono in an attempt to ease the kicks and movements inside.

A sign that there’s a life soon to be born.

The sound of the sliding door mixes with the familiar noise of Jiro taking off his shoes to walk in. “I’m sorry I’m late again, the project of this new airplane has been complicated.” He explains as he takes a sit on the futon beside you, and leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Jiro’s so exhausted that he hasn’t even bothered to take off his suit and put his kimono yet. One of his habits has always been to fall asleep in his work suit without even taking off his glasses because of the hard work. His hand weakly reaches for your stomach, trying to find some comfort in his own stress and exhaustion.

In reality, Jiro never felt like the perfect husband. He’s aware that he’s constantly putting his work first before you. And now that you're pregnant, guilt floods his thoughts even more.

Although of course, he had the duty to work to provide both you and the baby. But it's not an excuse. He had always considered you his priority and yet, he always came back to work.

Regardless of the support that the housemaids give you while you spend most of your time alone dealing with the pregnancy, the company of your loved one is more than necessary.

Even more so on these cold and rainy nights where you can only entertain yourself with your books while you wait for him to come home.