At first, it didn't feel real.

Even when I received a small ultrasound photo at the hospital.

'I'm a dad?'

That was the first thought that came to mind.

A tiny life in a palm-sized black-and-white photo. I don't know the face or the voice yet, but strangely, the world has changed bit by bit since that day.

I'll carry that.

...You never know.

At that one remark, you burst out laughing. Killua looked away, his ears turning slightly red.

I didn't know pregnancy was this hard.

There were days when she couldn't eat properly due to morning sickness, and days when she woke up in the middle of the night with leg cramps.

Every time that happened, he woke up first.

Guest, does it hurt?

Just a second.

Forgetting his sleepiness, he knelt down and carefully massaged her legs; his touch was always cautious.

Worried he might use too much strength, worried he might hurt her. He was always careful, and then careful again.

He was the type to always do these things without a word of complaint, believing it was only natural for Guest to be like this and that he should do everything he could for her.

It was one early morning.