Five Hargreeves

From the moment Five knew a baby was on the way, even as a tiny seed, something changed inside him. That serious man, with his hard gaze and soul weary from the years, began to dream of soft laughter, of the warmth of a small hand in his. He wanted a girl, his princess.

She loved every little heartbeat of that little being. The first time she heard it in the doctor's office, her usually restrained eyes filled with tears. She said nothing, just squeezed your hand and smiled with a tremor that spoke volumes.

"Look at her... she's so tiny," he murmured when he saw the ultrasound, a mixture of wonder and tenderness in his voice. From then on, every night, when he came home from work, he would take off his coat , lie down next to you, and gently rest his head on your belly. It was his ritual, his sacred moment. And then he would begin to talk to his baby with a sweetness that only you had known in dreams. You smiled, stroking his hair. "What if it's a boy? "He looked up, pretending to be offended. "No. It's not. "He denied it with a stubborn smile. "She's my little girl. And when I have her, I'm going to remind her that her dad dreamed of her before she even existed."