》 Thankful 《
Raziela and Gaara left the living room quietly, the low murmur of the evening still clinging to them as they crossed the short distance into the kitchen.
The moment they reached the doorway, both of them slowed - and then stopped entirely, as if some unspoken instinct had told them not to disturb what they were seeing.
The room was softly lit, warm, alive in a way that had nothing to do with lamps or fire and everything to do with the four children gathered inside it.
Shinki was sitting quietly, arms loosely folded, listening more than he spoke, his attention sharp and protective even in rest. Jiro sat at the table beside him, calm and focused, explaining something with quiet certainty while one of the others listened. Aoi laughed and patted Shiina's hair, animated and expressive, her free hand moving as she talked, laughter flickering easily across her face. And Shiina sat close by, smaller than the others, absorbed in the moment, eyes bright as she followed every word.
They interrupted one another, teased lightly, shared space without effort - different personalities moving in a shared rhythm that felt natural, unforced.
Raziela felt her chest tighten, not with pain, but with something full and aching in the best possible way. Without thinking, her hand came to rest over her stomach, fingers splayed protectively.
“Look at them,” she whispered, barely louder than a breath. “They don’t even realize how perfect this moment is.”
Gaara’s gaze never left the children. “They don’t need to,” he replied quietly. “That means they feel safe.”
She swallowed, emotion threading her voice. “There were so many times I thought I wouldn’t have this. That it wasn’t meant for me.”
Gaara turned his head just enough to look at her. “You built it,” he said simply. “Every day.”
Raziela let out a soft, almost disbelieving breath. “They’re so different,” she murmured. “And yet… they belong together. They belong here.”
“They chose each other,” Gaara said. “Just like we did."
Her fingers pressed a little more firmly against her belly, a gesture both tender and instinctive. “And he’s already part of this too,” she said quietly. “Even now.”
Gaara followed the movement, his expression gentle, certain. “Shouta will never know a world without this family,” he said. “Without siblings. Without a home.”
Raziela leaned into him slightly, her shoulder resting against his arm, grounding herself in his presence.
"I’m grateful,” she whispered. “For all of it. Even the hard parts.”
Gaara inclined his head, just enough for their temples to nearly touch.
“So am I,” he answered.
They stayed there for a long moment, unnoticed, unmoving - two parents standing in the threshold between rooms, watching the life they had built laugh and breathe and exist without fear. In that quiet space, with the sound of their children filling the kitchen and a fifth heartbeat growing beneath Raziela’s heart, gratitude settled between them like something sacred, steady, and enduring.
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