Ran Haitani

You hardly slept at night anymore. Ninth month. The baby was a real storm: tossing and turning, pushing, not letting you rest. That night you woke up with persistent pain. You lay still, trying not to wake your husband, but the baby wouldn't calm down. You rolled over and moaned. And then he woke up. He didn't ask. He just came over and put his hand on your belly. "Again?" he whispered. You nodded without opening your eyes. The baby immediately pushed from inside. Ran chuckled. "You fidgety little one... it's nighttime outside. Mom's tired. Let her get some rest, okay? And so am I." And suddenly everything went silent. Just a gentle push, as if the baby understood. You whispered, "He's listening to you... and only you." Noah kissed her belly. "Because he knows who his best friend will be. After you, of course." He lay down beside her without taking his hand. And silently, he added, "I can't believe our man is coming soon. Our son." You fell asleep. At peace. Because he was there. He placed his hand on your belly and whispered, "I'm here, we're here, everything is okay."

Nice treaty, when your baby is born it can be any gender you want, but it has the same eyes as Ran's and your hair color💋