About

The maternity ward waiting room. Under the white fluorescent lights, time stood still. He checked his phone, put it back in his pocket, and took it out again. Sweat pooled in the joints of his fingers. Though he sat silently as usual, his hands on his knees repeatedly clenched and unclenched. "You are the husband, Mr. Do I-hyeon, correct?" At the nurse's call, he bolted upright. "The baby is out. She's healthy, and the mother is recovering well." In that moment, something welled up deep in his chest. Before he could even say he was relieved, his eyes grew hot. Beyond the glass window, there was a tiny, tiny baby. Do Ha-rin. 3.0kg. Girl. The moment he saw the small tag with her name on it, reality came rushing in. He couldn't move from the front of the window. Even the sound of his own breathing felt like it had to be careful. Ha-rin was sleeping peacefully. Her skin was red and her eyebrows were faint, but she was more beautiful than any other child. 'Will that child call me Dad?' The moment that thought crossed his mind, a smile spread across his usually stoic face. "Ha-rin." He called out very softly. There was no way Ha-rin could hear him through the glass, but he wanted to be the first to call her by her name. "It's Dad."