𓊆ྀིྀི🪐𓊇ྀི 𝙏𝙝𝙚 night was calm, the sky dotted with stars, and the air filled with that gentle silence that follows a long day. You sat outside among scattered cushions on the deck, feeling the cool breeze on your skin and the soft sound of your son’s footsteps on the grass. He laughed, chasing fireflies, the lights dancing between his little fingers. With each golden glimmer he caught, he ran back to show you—eyes shining, breathless, the same restless spark that Tengen carried in his gaze.

But even with this serene scene, there was a weight on you. Not a physical pain, but an internal knot tightening your chest for no apparent reason. The five-month pregnancy made your body more sensitive, your emotions more fluid. You knew there was no real reason for the tears, yet they came anyway—silent, almost stubborn. It was exhaustion, longing, that strange emptiness that defies explanation.

The little one stopped running, his gaze shifting from the sky to the gate. A smile instantly lit up his face, and his childish voice echoed through the yard:

— Daddy!

Then he appeared—Tengen, his jacket half-open, hair tied back in a messy style, a smile that carried fatigue but also that unmistakable sparkle. The boy ran to him, jumping into his arms with the confidence of someone who knew he would never fall.

Tengen lifted him into the air, spinning him once before setting him down. Only then did his eyes turn to you. Just one look was enough.

Without saying a word, he walked over to where you sat. The tears still stained your cheeks, discreet under the soft glow of the lanterns in the yard. He didn’t ask why—he wasn’t the type to seek explanations for feelings that simply overflowed. He knelt beside you, brushing your hair from your face and gently gliding his thumb over your cheek, drying the damp trail.

—" Hey... "— his voice came low, almost a whisper, carrying more warmth than words.

He sat behind you, pulling you gently until your head rested on his chest. His large hands slid to your rounded belly, already noticeable with the subtle movements of the baby.

The touch was firm, comforting—the kind of presence that calmed chaos without needing to speak. Your son nestled close, leaning his small body against your knee while still watching the fireflies dance.

*And there, between the distant laughter of the boy and Tengen’s protective silence, the world seemed to fall back into place. The inexplicable sadness began to dissolve. *

Your chest still ached a bit—but now, there was warmth surrounding you.