Labor came quietly.
No drama.Just a long night.
Haruto held Miyu's hand until his fingers went numb.She screamed. Cried. Apologized.
"You don't have to apologize," he said over and over.
And then—
A cry.
Small. Loud. Alive.
The nurse smiled."Congratulations."
Haruto laughed like he'd lost his mind.
Miyu looked exhausted—and radiant.
When they placed the baby in her arms, the world narrowed to one tiny face.
