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Parenthood

"Daisuke and Ken Ichijouji-Motomiya?"

Ken snapped his head from watching Daisuke pace to the doctor who had just entered the waiting room. He spring from his seat and moved a few steps towards her. Daisuke stopped his pacing and looked at the doctor expectantly.

"Yes?"

She smiled, and stepped out of the doorway to make way for a nurse carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. She also smiled and offered the squirming bundle to Ken.

"I'd like to introduce you to your son."

Carefully, tenderly, Ken accepted his son, pushing the blanket back away from his face. Violet eyes blinked up at them drowsily. Hesitantly, Ken stroked the baby's ivory cheek, while Daisuke gently smoothed his fine skullcap of crimson hair. The boy cooed softly and yawned, settling into Ken's arms to sleep. Ken could feel a lump forming in his throat, and Daisuke's arm around his waist tightened.

"Does he have a name?" The doctor asked; she hated to break the moment, but she had to ask. Daisuke looked up from Ken's shoulder, and nodded.

"Yes. His name is Yasuo."