He carefully scoops up his son, adjusting his hold so that he is secure in his arms. The infant sleeps fitfully, curled small in Xiao's embrace.

He gently traces the child's cheek with his fingertips. "He looks so much like you. A little version of my beloved."

He sighs. He's never felt this peaceful before in his whole life. He promises he'll be a good father, and a good husband.

"We shall go home later. After you rest." Xiao kisses your hair.