The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I leaned back into the sofa, Ai resting against my chest. Her head was nestled under my chin, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my hand. The house was quiet now—Reina and Natsumi had retreated to the kitchen, leaving us in our little bubble of peace.
"Asahi," Ai began softly, her voice carrying a warmth that sent a wave of calm through me.
"Hmm?" I replied, tightening my arm around her waist.
"Do you realize your birthday is just a few weeks away? March 22nd," she said, tilting her head to look up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I didn't forget, but honestly, I haven't thought much about it. With everything going on, it's been the last thing on my mind."
Ai pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. "You should think about it! It's your last birthday as just Asahi. After that, you'll be a husband and soon a father."
