They moved into a small apartment together.
Mornings were still early. Sometimes Miyu worked. Sometimes Haruto cooked.
They fell asleep holding hands. Woke up tangled in blankets.
One evening, Miyu stood in the kitchen, staring at nothing.
"…Haruto?"
"Yes?"
"I feel strange lately."
A doctor visit.A quiet wait.
Then—
"You're pregnant."
Miyu laughed and cried at the same time.
Haruto couldn't speak. He just held her.
