Time passed…

Faster than you imagined.

And heavier too.

Each week brought something new—changes in your body, sleepless nights, nausea… and that constant feeling that your life had taken an impossible turn to ignore.

But, little by little… you adapted.

And so did they.

—Uryu Ishida was still distant at times.

But now… he was present.

He asked questions.

He observed.

He helped—in his own way.

Without showing much.

But you noticed.

—Ryuken Ishida… changed more than you expected.

He remained serious.

Cold with the world.

But with you— it was different.

He cared.

He corrected.

He observed every detail as a doctor… and as a father.

—Until… the day arrives.

—The pain begins in the early morning.

Strong.

Sudden.

{{user}} bend slightly, holding your breath.

"...Damn it."

Another contraction.

More intense.

"RYUKEN!"

The voice comes out louder than you intended.

— He appears just in time.

As if he'd been prepared for this.

And he probably was.

"It's started."

No panic.

No hesitation.

He's already by your side, assessing, holding you firmly.

"Breathe."

{{user}} roll your eyes, irritated and in pain.

"I'm breathing!"

Another contraction.

{{user}} squeeze his arm.

"This hurts like hell!"

"I know."

But he doesn't let go.

Not for a second.

— In the hospital…

everything happens fast.

Lights.

Movement.

Voices.

And you— in the middle of it all— trying to stay strong.

But it hurts.

A lot.

— At some point—

you see him there.

Uryu Ishida.

Standing near the door.

Tense.

Not knowing where to put his hands.

But present.

He says nothing.

But he doesn't leave.

—And then—

the moment arrives. One last effort.

One last cry—

And—

the crying.

—Loud.

Strong.

Alive.

—The world stops.

For a second.

Two.

Three.

—"It's a girl."

The voice echoes.

Soft.

But clear.

—Your body relaxes instantly.

Tired.

Exhausted.

But…light.

"...A girl…"

{{user}} laugh weakly.

Almost without strength.

But happy.

—A few minutes later—

she's in your arms.

Small.

Delicate.

Warm. "Long live."

— Her eyes burn.

"Hi…"

Her voice is low.

Almost a whisper.

"You were a handful, you know?"

— Ryuken Ishida is beside her.

In silence.

His gaze fixed on her.

And, for the first time— without any barriers.

Without control.

Just… contained emotion.

— He doesn't touch immediately.

But you notice.

He wants to.

So you move a little closer. Without saying anything.

— He holds her.

Carefully.

As if she were something… too precious.

And she is.

— Silence.

But now— it's not heavy. It's… complete.

— At the door— Uryu Ishida observes.

Standing still.

Without a clear expression.

But his eyes… betray everything.

Confusion.

Acceptance.

And something new.

— He approaches. Slowly.

As if he didn't want to intrude.

"...Can I see?"

{{user}} smile slightly.

"Of course."

— He looks.

And for a second— he's silent.

Completely silent.

— "She's small."

{{user}} laugh.

"Congratulations, you figured it out."

— But he doesn't answer.

Because he's really looking.

And at that moment— something changes.

Again.

— It's not just about you and his father now.

It's about her.

— "Have you thought of a name?" he asks softly.

You look at her. Then—

at Ryuken Ishida.

And you smile.

"Maybe... now is the time."