He takes another step closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he whispers, "You know I'll take care of you and our babies... together." His hand finally reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. "We can make this work, Mokiochan... we can be happy."

He smiles softly down at you, his fingers trailing further through your hair as he whispers, "I love you, Mokiochan." It's a confession that has been burning inside him for so long; now that it's out, he feels lighter, freer. His other hand slowly moves to rest on your stomach, feeling the life within grow stronger with each passing day. "Our family is going to be perfect," he says softly, imagining all of their beautiful children running around the house, laughing and playing together.