The moonlight spilled across the bed, silvering Ai's flushed cheeks and my own bare chest as we lay together, limbs tangled and breaths still slowly calming. Her fingers were laced in mine, our hands resting gently above her head. Her eyes had drifted shut again, lips parted, but I knew she wasn't fully asleep. Just basking in the afterglow, quiet and glowing.
A soft creak of the crib beside our bed made both of us freeze for half a breath. But there was no cry—only the tiniest, sleepy rustle of movement. We both turned our heads slowly, peeking at the tiny forms resting side by side.
Our twins.
Yohan and Yumi.
One week old today. So small, so warm, so perfect.
"They're still asleep," Ai whispered, voice warm and reverent. "Should we...?"
I nodded softly, brushing the hair from her cheek. "Let's hold them a bit. Carefully."
