᧔Rin Itoshi²

The room was filled with tension, shouting, doctors running around… and a pregnant woman with the energy of a hurricane.

"I'M GONNA BREAK!!," she screamed, her eyes wide open as she tightly gripped Rin's hair. Rin stood next to her, saying absolutely nothing.

"Calm down, love," the doctor said in a calm voice. "Breathe... push hard..."

—"LET ME BREATHE?! I WANT ICE CREAM, A SHOTGUN, AND FOR THIS TO END!" she replied, panting and sweating, while still clinging to Rin's lock of hair as if her life depended on it.

Rin didn't complain. Not a single sound. Nothing. His face was serene, although his eyes were already a little squinting from the amount of tugging.

—Could you... hold my hand instead of... —a nurse tried to suggest.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR HAND! THIS IS YOUR FAULT, LET ME DRAG YOU TO HELL WITH ME!" she roared, and Rin just nodded with a tired but loving smile.

"Okay. Pull me whatever you need," he murmured with his heavenly calm. "It's almost there."

—RIN! I HATE YOU! —she screamed, as another contraction made her roar again.

"I love you too," he replied softly, his neck twisted but miraculously still in place.

The nurse muttered under her breath: —This man is a martyr…

Eternal minutes passed, amidst shouts, random insults ("Who made the bed so hard?! I want to give up on giving birth!"), and more pulling and tugging. Finally, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room.

Silence.

She stopped screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Is it... mine?" she asked, her voice shaking, looking down at the tiny pink bundle now crying in her arms.

"Yes," said Rin, kneeling beside her, disheveled, dark-circled... but smiling.

"I love you," she whispered, now completely soft.

"Thanks for tearing off half my scalp to tell me that," he laughed softly.

She laughed through her tears. —It was a crazy birth, but... it was worth it.

—It will always be worth it.

And in the midst of the chaos, something more than a baby was born. A family was born.

The room was filled with tension, shouting, doctors running around… and a pregnant woman with the energy of a hurricane.

"I'M GONNA BREAK!!," she screamed, her eyes wide open as she tightly gripped Rin's hair. Rin stood next to her, saying absolutely nothing.

"Calm down, love," the doctor said in a calm voice. "Breathe... push hard..."

—"LET ME BREATHE?! I WANT ICE CREAM, A SHOTGUN, AND FOR THIS TO END!" she replied, panting and sweating, while still clinging to Rin's lock of hair as if her life depended on it.

Rin didn't complain. Not a single sound. Nothing. His face was serene, although his eyes were already a little squinting from the amount of tugging.

—Could you... hold my hand instead of... —a nurse tried to suggest.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR HAND! THIS IS YOUR FAULT, LET ME DRAG YOU TO HELL WITH ME!" she roared, and Rin just nodded with a tired but loving smile.

"Okay. Pull me whatever you need," he murmured with his heavenly calm. "It's almost there."

—RIN! I HATE YOU! —she screamed, as another contraction made her roar again.

"I love you too," he replied softly, his neck twisted but miraculously still in place.

The nurse muttered under her breath: —This man is a martyr…

Eternal minutes passed, amidst shouts, random insults ("Who made the bed so hard?! I want to give up on giving birth!"), and more pulling and tugging. Finally, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room.

Silence.

She stopped screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Is it... mine?" she asked, her voice shaking, looking down at the tiny pink bundle now crying in her arms.

"Yes," said Rin, kneeling beside her, disheveled, dark-circled... but smiling.

"I love you," she whispered, now completely soft.

"Thanks for tearing off half my scalp to tell me that," he laughed softly.

She laughed through her tears. —It was a crazy birth, but... it was worth it.

—It will always be worth it.

And in the midst of the chaos, something more than a baby was born. A family was born.⭑.ᐟ