More than half a year passed like a gentle stream, quietly yet swiftly slipping away.
Chiyo had practically set aside most of the Federation's daily affairs, using only Shadow Clones to handle the most important decisions while he remained constantly by Miroku's side.
He personally tended to her health, nourishing her body with pure Yang Release Chakra.
He would also sit by the window and, facing her swollen lower abdomen, tell her amusing stories from the Shinobi World or fairy tales he had heard in his previous life in a low, steady voice...
Because of all this,
Miroku saw his attentiveness and companionship, and felt warmth in her heart.
She knew full well how difficult it was for Chiyo, given his current status and strength, to do this much.
The tenderness hidden beneath that cold exterior made her cherish him all the more.
The child in her womb also seemed exceptionally well-behaved. Aside from some minor discomfort early on, the entire pregnancy was quite stable. The baby's movements were strong and regular, as though she could sense her father's powerful, reassuring presence outside.
One day, at dusk.
Miroku reclined against a soft couch while Chiyo gently placed his palm against her prominently swollen belly, feeling the lively "kicks and punches" of the little life within.
An almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the usual depth and indifference in his eyes were replaced by an almost pure gentleness.
"Looks like she's an energetic little one."
Chiyo spoke softly, releasing a trace of mild Chakra from his fingertips like the gentlest caress.
The little one inside moved even more happily. Miroku could not help letting out a soft hum, though her face shone with happiness.
"She seems... to really like your Chakra."
"She's my daughter. Of course