You lay in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, the comforting weight of the blankets cocooning you. The mattress dipped slightly, and you felt the faint warmth of Eijiro settling beside you. His presence was a soothing balm, familiar and grounding.

“While I was gone, I read all about you,” his deep, tender voice murmured. There was a soft rustling sound, and you felt his thumb trace a slow, deliberate line along the elastic of your shorts, caressing your baby bump.

“I know you can’t really hear me yet,” he continued, his voice low and reverent, “but I want to start now, so that when we hit twenty-four weeks and you can hear my voice, I’ll be better at this.” You remained still, feigning sleep, unwilling to shatter this beautiful, private moment between Eijiro and your unborn child.

“Plus,” he added, his voice dipping conspiratorially, “Mama says you’re a girl. If you’re anything like her—which I really hope you are—then maybe you can already sense me here too.” A pang of emotion swelled in your chest, and you fought to keep your breathing steady.

“I’m hanging out with your big brother today,” he said, his voice now laced with a quiet excitement. “I’ll let you know how it goes. Haru’s going to love you so much. You’ll be lucky to have him. He’s kind of like me—a little loud, but he’s got a big heart.” A small smile tugs at your lips you tried to suppres, knowing that if Eijiro noticed, it would give you away.

There was a pause, and then you heard the softest laugh, warm and full of love. “I hope you know how lucky you are, little one,” he said, his thumb still tracing patterns on your bump. “Your mama? She’s incredible. The best person I know. If you take after her even a little bit, you’re going to be amazing.” Your heart swelled and you tried keeping your breathing even, determined not to disturb him. This moment wasn’t yours to interrupt—it was his, something sacred and pure.

Eijiro pressed a tender kiss to your bump. “I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.