Misa decided that the yellow paint of the nursery just would not do upon hearing that they were having a girl. Light couldn't understand why- after all, they had spent a long time painting it together- but Misa insisted on their daughter having a nice, pink room. So, back to the paint store they went, Misa flipping through paint swatches to find the perfect shade of pink. Light was mildly irritated at having to move the furniture from the room- alright, he was very irritated at that, but kept his mouth shut because he knew he didn't want to incur Misa's hormonal wrath.
They painted the room in a shade of soft pink that- Light had to admit- did look nice with the white furniture they had purchased. Moving everything back in after the paint had dried was a pain, but when it was done, he had to admit it did look good.
Against the right wall was the white changing table, it's drawers stocked with pacifiers, bottles, wipes, and powder. Behind it on the same wall was the closet, filled with clothes meant for a baby girl to play in. In the corner was the rocker, waiting for someone to sit in it and read a little girl a story from the bookshelf resting right next to it under the window. White, lacy curtains barely kissed the top of the shelf, as they brought the light of a new day into the nursery. On the next wall was the crib, decorated with princess sheets and one plastic sheet in case a diaper were to leak, and many blankets. Behind it, a small table with a drawer holding crayons had a lamp atop it for light at night. In the middle of the room, atop a pink, plush, flower-shaped rug, was a playpen big enough for their daughter to play in. Misa envisioned her baby girl playing in there happily as she got the housework done. The bassinet would go in her and Light's bedroom, and the stroller rested in the closet. They had bought a high chair, plain and white, but Misa had taken it upon herself to do a bit of painting on it. A small gold crown with pink jewels that read "princess" was painted on the back of the high chair. She was satisfied with her work, and he rather liked it.
Time wore on rather quickly for the both of them. The indicator of it's passing was Misa's growing stomach. It was on an ordinary day when their world changed for the better.
Misa had been laying with her head in Light's lap on the couch, reading a magazine. Light, in turn, had been reading a book and stroking her golden hair. It was just after lunch, and the both of them had decided to indulge in a bit of relaxation for the day. Light had been stroking his beloved's hair, feeling her practically melt into his lap, when suddenly he felt her stiffen. Before he could process what had happened, he heard her gasp and felt her shoot up from his lap, knocking the book from his hand.
"Misa?! What is It? What's wrong?" He asked.
She didn't say anything, and it caused his anxiety to skyrocket. But then, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach.
"I don't understa-" He stopped, suddenly understanding as he felt something.
A tiny kick from inside of her body.
He took in a sharp breath, almost disbelieving what he'd felt. Was that real?
He looked up at his wife, who was crying joyfully. "She's moving." Misa whispered. "Our baby girl is moving."
Light kept a hand on her stomach, trying to will the baby to move again just with his mind. He was happy when he felt it again. That tiny kicking sensation. That was what confirmed it for him. This was no dream he was having. This was real.
Light leaned over and kissed his wife with all the tenderness and love that he could muster. He thought about how he'd loved her before when it had been just the two of them. He had been so certain that he could never love her anymore than he already did. This moment proved to him that he was wrong. The love that burst open in his heart like the finale of a fireworks show was massive and intense in its purity. She had always been beautiful, but now she was radiant. He supposed that's what they meant when they talked about pregnant women glowing. Boy were they right.
This was his own personal miracle. He couldn't believe that it had just happened, and to him no less! He was shocked at the idea that someone so small could have such a huge impact on him. But it had happened.
A glowing began in his eyes and spread all throughout his face. He found himself grinning madly, and felt his eyes welling up. This little girl that would be the perfect combination of Misa and himself had finally said hello to them. It was as close to a miracle as he'd ever witnessed in his life, and he felt honored to have had a hand in creating it.
He leaned upward to kiss his wife, before he turned to her stomach. He pressed a kiss to it, before he began to speak.
"Hey there, little princess. Thank you for finally saying hi to us. We're so happy you're on the way. We just can't wait to meet you. We love you so much already." He said softly.
Misa leaned down and gave him a kiss. This was a landmark event, one that would change them forever. That first contact with their little girl. It was a moment she could have savored forever. "No little girl on earth will be as loved as she will." She said with certainty, stroking his cheek as the joy of the moment washed over her like surf.
Light was sure she would be right.