Satoru Gojo appeared out of thin air in the tatami room, giving Kasumi Miwa a fright.
Miwa Chisei simply leaned against a cushion, breathing deeply in and out. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, but she looked fine.
"Qianxing-I'm taking you to the hospital right now."
Satoru Gojo immediately knelt beside her and steadied her shoulders, and Miwa Chisei couldn't help laughing.
"Don't be so nervous. They're just normal contractions. We can drive there. Kasumi, help me get the essentials."
As Miwa Chisei calmly made arrangements, Satoru Gojo tenderly kissed her unusually pale cheek.
"Ah, but I'm nervous as hell."
Whether he was joking or serious, Miwa Chisei found the warmth of his hands reassuring.
"It's all right. You came with me to every prenatal checkup, remember? Everything's fine."
Satoru Gojo murmured his agreement. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with his hands or feet.
"Should I carry you out, or help you walk-which would be more comfortable?"
Miwa Chisei raised a hand and stroked Satoru Gojo's hair. So he wasn't all-powerful after all.
Even he had moments when he fell apart.
"I don't want to walk. Carry me."
Miwa Chisei's soft, gentle words tugged at Satoru Gojo's heart. Without any hesitation, he carefully slipped his hands beneath her knees and lifted her effortlessly.
Utterly gentle, utterly careful.
Toji Fushiguro had already brought the car around, but he yawned and poked Suguru Geto.
"You drive, you drive. Don't make a disabled man work."
Suguru Geto shrugged and took over as driver.
When Satoru Gojo stepped out the front door and saw Suguru Geto in the car and Shoko Ieiri in the passenger seat, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Miwa Chisei breathed easier too. Shoko was meticulous, after all.
The hospital they had booked in advance