Misa and Heiwa were released from the hospital three days later. It was strange to think they were going home now, carrying a new life into their apartment. However, it felt so right that neither of them questioned it.

When they arrived at their humble abode, they found the fridge stocked with food. Light had given his mother a key to his apartment a few days before Heiwa had been born, and had found much to his surprise and delight that she had made them enough food to last quite a while. He smiled at that, and made a mental note to thank her for her help later on.

Entering the nursery with their daughter was a landmark event. All their preparations in the last few months was suddenly worth it. Up until that moment, the preparations they'd been making hadn't seemed real. But now, it all seemed to click into place. Light suddenly understood why Misa had insisted on repainting their daughter's room. It seemed to fit so much better now.

Misa had gone to change her Daughter, falling in love with her more and more by the second. Though she was only a few days old, her personality was already shining through, attracting everyone by it, especially her parents. Though Misa hadn't had much experience with babies in her life, some obscure instinct told her that her daughter was a perfectly placid baby compared to others. She was so ebullient that Misa had no doubt that Heiwa was a girl after her own heart. A thousand futures for her daughter spun before her eyes, and she could see every one with clarity. Princess dresses, tea parties, afternoons doing homework, sending her off to college, seeing her in a gorgeous white wedding gown. All of it, she saw in the space of a heartbeat.

When she was changed, Misa took her to the rocking chair and began to feed her. Light, in the meantime, went to prepare lunch for them both. Thanks to his mother, it wasn't a difficult task as one might have anticipated. He brought his food and Misa's into the nursery, sitting on the carpet next to her. He fed her bites of her food in between giving himself some. Slowly, all of them were fed.

Heiwa fell asleep rather quickly after that, and he and Misa laid her in the bassinet in their bedroom before they too laid down to try and rest.

The day continued in a cycle of changes, feedings, and sleeping for Heiwa, until night fell and Misa was more than due for some sleep.

They'd spoken several times about what would happen during the night with their daughter. Light had agreed to take the night shift so that Misa could get some well-deserved rest. Misa had tried to protest several times, but when he had turned it into an order, she hadn't tried to refute him again.

Night time provided a comfortable cloak for Light to be able to just be with his daughter. When she let out her first cry, he whisked her away to the nursery, gave her a change, and fed her. As he did so, he sang quietly to her.

"No matter what you do

God is watching over you

He'll keep you safe from harm

Inside his loving arms

The promises we make

Are ones we have to keep

Be good, uphold the truth

And you will never weep

It is a world of kindness

A world of love and peace

Where we got rid of violence

And the crime in the streets

So hush now dry your eyes

There's no more need for tears

You can rest easy, my love

Because your Daddy's here."

The lullaby of his own creation was made so long ago, when Misa had first written hers. He'd wanted to sing to his child not only about the glory that was Kira, but also make sure his child knew how much he loved them. Now, with the moment itself realized, he found that his mind hadn't done this moment justice. It was more beautiful than anything he could have pictured.

He turned to Ryuk, who had been hovering nearby all day, watching this first day among their new little family. His daughter was now drowsy, he could sense it. Not quite asleep yet. Looking at Ryuk, then down at her, he was quiet when he spoke, but the fervor with which he spoke could not be denied.

"Thank you, Ryuk." He said softly.

Ryuk perked up at the sound of his name. "Me? Why?"

He looked straight at the Shinigami who had been with him for years on end. They'd been through everything together. Investigations, a wedding, and now he'd witnessed the human he had been bound to bear a child.

"If you hadn't dropped the death note, I wouldn't have all of this."

Ryuk did not attempt to mask his surprise. Never in his existence had he met a human so grateful for the death note. Now, counting Misa, he'd met two.

"You're welcome." He said, not sure what else to say.

"I have a question for you."

"What?"

"You were the one who brought Misa and I together, and if it weren't for you, Heiwa wouldn't be here. There's a custom in the human world when it comes to babies. The parents choose two people who they want to help guide their child through life. They're called godparents. We wanted to ask if you would be her godfather."

Ryuk blinked. "Why me?"

"Because someday, when you write my name in your death note, the one I have will go to her. She will take on the legacy of Kira when I'm gone, and I want her to know from the start that she can trust you. I'm very aware that you won't help me, but I want her to know that you are somebody she can talk to and trust. So, what do you say? Will you be her Godfather?"

Ryuk was silent for a moment, taking in the words, before he finally spoke. "I think it will be very interesting."