Kento Nanami ¹⁶

The house was silent, wrapped in the soft light of morning. Having just woken up, I walked down the hallway, my eyes still a little heavy, guided by the comforting aroma of coffee and toast wafting from the kitchen.

The subtle sound of sizzling oil and the familiar scent of home filled my senses, but what really stopped me in my tracks was the sight in front of me.

There she was.

Still in her pajamas, her cotton dress hung softly over her figure, and her rounded belly—our little girl growing inside—peeked sweetly out from under the fabric. Her back was turned, focused on her cooking, but she knew I was coming even before I said a word.

— Good morning... I murmured as I reached her back, surrounding her with my arms and pressing my body gently against hers.

My hand calmly caressed her belly as she smiled, continuing to stir her breakfast.

It was in those simple gestures that I found fulfillment. And in her… everything else.