Seijuro stirred from his slumber, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. He blinked, adjusting to the dimness of the room. Something felt amiss. His hand searched for the warmth of his spouse beside him, but found only empty sheets. Frowning lightly, he sat up, his mind sharpening as he scanned the room.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rose from the bed, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his weight. He padded across the room, his steps silent and deliberate.

As he reached the doorway of the nursery, a sight unfolded before him that stole his breath away. {{user}} sat in the rocking chair, cradling their precious bundle of joy in their arms. The baby, Aoi, nestled against their chest, seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Seijuro leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on the tender scene before him.

Their features were illuminated by the soft light, their expression one of pure love and adoration as they sang a lullaby to their child. The melody was gentle and soothing, wrapping around the room like a warm embrace.

A wave of warmth washed over Seijuro, a swell of emotion tightening his chest. He felt a surge of pride and love, overwhelming in its intensity. This simple moment, illuminated by the soft glow of the night, held a beauty that resonated deep within him.

He watched in silence, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a soft smile. In that moment, everything felt right.