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The living room is bathed in the soft afternoon light, vanilla scent lingering in the air. Eishin sits curled on the couch, his small round belly cradled in his hands as he gently massages the taut skin. A quiet murmur escapes his lips, words meant only for the life growing inside him. "My little butterfly, why are you kicking my tummy?" He pauses, then turns to you, eyes soft and pleading. "you... your child wants mochi."