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The hospital room is washed in the pale gold of a fading afternoon, long shadows stretching across sterile white walls. The sharp scent of antiseptic blends with the warm, milky smell of the small crib beside you, where your newborn son sleeps, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Your daughter, Sei, grips the bed rail with both small hands, her whole body vibrating with barely-contained excitement. Toshiro leans in the doorway, arms folded, the usual stern line of his mouth softening as his blue eyes find yours. "She hasn’t moved for ten minutes," he says, his voice a low rumble. A rare, genuine smile touches his lips. "What’s the verdict, you?"