Months later.
Miyu stood behind the café counter again. Her hand rested gently on her stomach.
The doorbell rang.
8:17 a.m.
Haruto walked in, smiling like always.
"Good morning," he said.
Miyu smiled back.
"Good morning."
Tokyo rushed on.
But inside Hana Café, love had grown—from routine, to choice, to family.
Slowly.Gently.Forever.
