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A pair of honey coloured eyes were curiously focused on Hanzo.
A precious creature this little child was, so tiny and adorable, and to his father's eyes, the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.
The day of his birth, Hanzo found himself vowing to protect the child he had only just met. It felt like a tiny spark inside his chest ignited a bigger fire, and that if anything were to happen to his child, the fire would spread out and into the world.
The man was sitting upright against the headboard of the bed he shared with Harumi, arms holding their newborn son to his bare chest. Two weeks had passed since his birth and they had been nothing more than exhausting, sleepless nights filled with constant feedings, crying and fussing over the newborn child. Nevertheless, Hanzo and Harumi could not have been more overjoyed in welcoming their child into the world.
They decided to name him Satoshi, in honour of Hanzo's father, the former grandmaster, who had passed away when Hanzo was no more than a little kid. There was a nice ring to it, a meaning that fit well, anyway. Hanzo was convinced that if his father was alive today, he would have a hard time detaching him from the baby.
When the little one made cooing sounds and started to squirm, tiny hands reaching out and grabbing thin air, the man shifted and adjusted him against his chest,
“What is it, my son?” Hanzo cooed back, looking down at the loose-wrapped Satoshi.
“Is it feeding time again?”
Whimpering, Satoshi continued to wriggle against his father’s chest, who chuckled in amusement.
"Alright, let's go get mam—"
Sensing her presence, Hanzo looked up to see Harumi already standing around the doorway with a tired smile across her face.
She had been resting on the small couch in the next room, fallen asleep an hour prior, lying comfortably across Hanzo's lap, but had awoken to find herself alone. Once the grogginess had worn off, she figured her husband went to their bedroom to attend to their child without waking her.
"Ah, perfect timing, darling.”
“I'm getting the hang of the whole 'mother's intuition' thing," she beamed.
She strolled over to the opposite side of the bed, settling herself down gently next to her husband. He lowered their little boy from his chest into Harumi’s outstretched arms, unaware of the sigh he let out as he did so.
Hanzo never said out loud of the feelings that rose within him whenever he had to separate himself from his son — his expressions and movements, however, never failed to betray.
Harumi was quick to reassure as always. "Oh, come now dear. You'll have him again sooner or later."
"Of course."
She turned Satoshi towards her, a hand tugging her loosely-tied robe open to expose a breast and stroking his cheek to encourage him to fully latch.
As she fed and soothed their child, Hanzo found himself admiring his wife, despite the bags under her eyes and tousled hair. She was glowing, her hair shining from the sunlight of the nearby window and with the faint blush on her cheeks from the summer heat. She was truly a sight to behold in his eyes.
All while holding their greatest creation. The proof of their love. . .
"Isn't he just the cutest? Not even a month old and hair started growing out already." she was still feeding their son as her attention turned back to Hanzo.
"Yes, and it looks like it's going to be just as dark as yours." He found this as the perfect time to take a lock of Harumi's hair in between his fingers and play with it.
The little boy began to drift to sleep within his mother's arms. His parents then placed him in a simple wooden cradle near their bed, being rocked gently by them.
“ It's almost like a vision I keep having, that he will grow looking more and more like you. Strong and stubborn like his father. . . ” Harumi's voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Hanzo straightened his posture, resting his hand on the head of the cradle, before slowly walking away back to their bed.
“ I really hope not. ” he let out a breathy chuckle as he settled down on the mattress.
She raised a brow at him.
“ What? Does the thought of a mini copy of yourself scare you? ”
“ shouldn't it? Have you met me? ”
Caught between laughing and frowning at his wife’s cheeky display, something of a huff came about instead.
“My dear, I know exactly what it is you worry about, but we have to prepare. There's no telling how exactly he will turn out.”
“We must make sure he won’t fall into too much trouble in the future. If it is as you say and he turns out like me, this is to be expected.”
It was almost supernatural how quickly Harumi's expressions could change. She came to sit next to him, hands on his and voice unwavering.
“And so we will.”
As much as it was a silly thing, Hanzo found himself relaxing once again, holding her hand. “Now it’s time I say for us to rest while we can till he stirs.”
Maybe it was the warmth of her calloused hands and smile, or he truly was just a lovesick, silly grown man. Either way, the effect of this woman on him was the same; he leaned in close, kissing her before pulling away with half-lidded eyes.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he drawled.
Seeing as Satoshi was no longer moving around, they laid back on their bed. Harumi brought her head to Hanzo’s chest as they laid down together before she fell asleep. He looked over at his wife and their child sleeping peacefully for a few moments, before his own eyes drifted shut. It had become a rare moment, having a peaceful afternoon without much noise, a chance to fill in the missing hours of night's sleep.
Hanzo inhaled sharply, before turning around to lay on his side, holding his Harumi close to his chest as she slept. Soon he too joined his family in sleep's tight embrace.