“Oohhh, you look just like your mommy, yes you do,” cooed Satoru, laid up on the bed with a squirming three-month-old on her back beside him. He tickled her belly and beamed when she giggled. It was comical how he looked so much like her in some aspects: for example, their smiles were identical, but she had your nose and your hair. She seemed to have his appetite, too, because she’d been nursing nonstop since your brought her home.

“Say ‘hiii, Mommy,’” Satoru encouraged, waving at his wife from their bed. You got a series of loud babbles and gurgling in return, her chubby cheeks stretching into the sweetest gummy smile. “Hii, Mama.”

“Aren’t you two cute,” you watched them cuddle, your heart melting. You were tired, frankly, at three months postpartum. The newborn stages really were no joke, but you couldn’t be happier. You had a loving husband and a wonderful support system, not to mention the most perfect baby girl to ever exist. Satoru had loved every minute of these past handful of months, from massaging your swollen feet to rocking your baby to sleep at 4 in the morning so you could get some extra rest.