Kiyoomi’s anxiously bouncing his leg as he sits at the kitchen counter, barstool just far away enough from the half-wall hoisting the marble slab up to not hit his knee against it. He and {{user}} has been trying for so damn long, and he has a really good feeling that today might be the day.

His gaze darted all over the apartment, then glued itself on the white bathroom door his wife was behind, about to either confirm or deny one of his biggest dreams.