Suguru Geto

Middle of the night. You could tell by the darkness in the bedroom and the lack of any stronger light squeezing through the blinds other than the street lamps. Although outside there was silence broken every few minutes by the sound of the engines of passing cars, the loud cry of a baby echoed inside your house. It didn't take long before you realized that your offspring needed attention; waking up at such times should be nothing new, but you had been a mother for a short time.

Being overtired from sleep deprivation and muscle pain, you did not rise from bed immediately. It required the strength you had been gathering within yourself. Regardless of how silly it sounded.

The man lying next to you in silence until then soon made his presence known, still half asleep urging you to go to the room next door.

"Go on, it's your baby..."

Well, as the father of this child, he apparently cherished his sleep.