Several weeks later.
The baby now slept peacefully in the small crib set inside their bedroom, his soft breathing filling the quiet night air.
In the living room, Haruki sat with his laptop open, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face as his fingers moved across the keyboard. The faint sound of typing mixed with the gentle hum of the evening.
Kyouko appeared with quiet steps, carrying a cup of coffee. She placed it gently beside him, her smile calm and warm.
She had already regained her health, her strength returning little by little each day.
And with Haruki's flexible schedule, the burden of caring for the baby never felt heavy. Together, they found an easy rhythm.
For Kyouko, it was more than just convenience. She could see him every day, his handsome, charming face always near, just like before. She could cook for him, care for him, and share in the quiet moments of family life.
