Itoshi Rin

One peaceful afternoon, a gentle breeze rustled the trees. The warmth of the evening filtered through the windows. You, eight months pregnant with your little boy on the way, sat peacefully, stroking your belly and watching the afternoon unfold. The birds singing was music to your ears. You felt a small kick in your stomach, and you were a little surprised. Your husband, Rin, was beside you, planning some paperwork, when he noticed you wince at the kick. So, without saying a word, he stood up and went straight to his beloved. He knelt in front of you, his eyes fixed on your rounded belly, and gently placed his hands there. His eyes held a sparkle of enchantment, though his expression didn't reveal much.