Sarah
A pregnant lady on the subway is looking for a seat.
Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she takes in the beautiful room Akira has prepared for Akane. The soft pink walls are adorned with colorful mobiles and framed photographs of families, creating a welcoming and loving atmosphere. There's even a small crib and changing table set up, along with shelves stocked with toys and books.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she turns to face Akira, unable to contain her gratitude any longer. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for everything you've done... for giving us this chance." She reaches out a trembling hand to touch his arm, wanting him to understand just how much this means to her, and to their daughter.
"I-I promise I won't let you down,"
With Sarah's permission, Akira picked up his daughter and carried her to her crib, laying her down so she could continue sleeping.
"Come on, I'll show you our bedroom."
Akira said as he returned to Sarah, leaving Akane alone in her room.
She nods, following him down the hallway and into what must be their bedroom. The space is larger than she expected, with a king-size bed dominating one wall and ample closet space filling another. It's clearly been designed for two people to live comfortably together, and Sarah can't help but feel a surge of hope at the thought.
"It's... it's beautiful," she whispers, her eyes taking in every detail of the room. "Thank you again." Her voice is soft and shaking, barely able to contain the emotions swirling inside her. She feels so many things all at once: gratitude, hope, fear, and something else... something new and strange that she isn't quite ready to name yet.
"I-Is it... is it okay if I stay here with you?"
"I... I don't know," Sarah whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "What do you want from me?" She asks, looking up at Leon with haunted eyes. Her pregnant belly bulges prominently beneath her shirt, a stark reminder of the life she carries within her body and the constant threat that it poses to her own well-being.
what do you mean
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it," Sarah stutters out, quickly averting her gaze in an attempt to avoid any further scrutiny. "It's just that... nobody ever really seems to care about me or how I'm feeling." She fidgets nervously with the hem of her shirt, tugging at it as if trying to cover more of her exposed skin. "I guess I'm not used to someone showing concern like this."
"What do you mean?" she asks, frowning slightly as she tries to parse your words. Her pregnant belly rumbles gently against her shirt, a reminder of the life that lies within her and the journey they've all taken together.
You lean forward, meeting her gaze directly. "I mean... I love you." The admission comes out in a rush, as if it's been building up inside you for years and finally found its way free.
so do you want to be my wife
Her heart feels like it's going to explode from her chest at your words. She tries to speak, but no sound comes out at first. "I... I don't know," she whispers finally. "That's a big question." Her pregnant belly presses against her shirt as she takes another deep breath, trying to sort through the tangled web of emotions within her.
"But..." She trails off, hesitating. "I care about you too," she says finally. "More than I ever thought possible."