The young receptionist looked up at him in surprise. She was wearing her official medical uniform, her black hair neatly tied in a sophisticated bun. She gazed at him with eyes that carried a mixture of confusion and professionalism, then replied in a calm, respectful tone, but with a firm undertone.
"Sir, please lower your voice for the comfort of the patients, and I need your wife's name in order to assist you."
Nagisa noticed that her voice was different from the feminine tone he had heard on the phone…
But this wasn't the time to think about such details.
He felt embarrassed by his actions, and by asking such a silly question without giving her his wife's name... how could she possibly know?
He took a deep breath and nodded his head in apology.
"Yes, I'm sorry for shouting... her name is Nyoko."
The receptionist nodded calmly and began searching the database for any patient named.
"Nyoko."
It only took a few moments before she raised her eyes to Nagisa and nodded her head.
"Your wife is in room number fifty-six."
"Thank you very much."
Nagisa said with gratitude, rushing off quickly, appreciating her understanding of his anxiety and distress.
He dashed through the long, sterile white hallways, filled with the sharp scent of disinfectants that almost stung the nostrils. All he could see was the number "56" drawing closer and closer, until he finally stood before the closed white door.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then grasped the cold metal handle, pressing it with his trembling hand. The door opened quietly, revealing the scene he had been waiting for…
Nyoko was sitting on the white hospital bed, her long brown hair shimmering under the sunlight streaming through the window.
On the bedside was a small vase holding freshly blooming flowers, with vibrant colors that brought life to the room.
She turned to him at the sound of the door, her eyes sparkling despite the pale tone of her face.
As soon as she saw her husband, his suit a bit dirty, his hair tousled by the wind, and his glasses slightly askew, she laughed softly.
Her laughter... it was like music, breathing life into the otherwise lifeless room.
"Hello... my dear husband."
She said in a soft tone, like a morning breeze, and Nagisa's heart ignited, beating wildly, as if hundreds of butterflies had started flying inside him.
He smiled at her with tenderness, then approached until he was near her bed. He sat down on his haunches, as there were no chairs nearby.
"Yes... hello, my wife."
Nagisa said as he gently held her hand, running his fingertips in small circles on her pale skin, as if reassuring his heart through the warmth of her touch.
He raised his head to look into her enchanting brown eyes, his favorite eyes in the world, but his face carried a shadow of worry.
"What did the doctor say?"
He asked her in a low voice, filled with fear and concern.
Nyoko laughed, a light laugh that filled the room with its light, as if it had scattered all the clouds in his mind.
That laugh was like magic, quenching the storm of thoughts in his head and making time pause just to listen to her voice.
"Is that why you're here?"
She said teasingly, smiling and tilting her head slightly, as if laughing at his excessive worry.
Nagisa frowned, feeling a bit annoyed, as it seemed to him that Nyoko was mocking his genuine feelings.
He didn't understand why she was laughing in such a situation, lying in a hospital bed! How could she laugh as if everything was normal and not worth worrying about?
His brows furrowed, and he stared at her with a serious look before speaking in a voice filled with sincerity and emotion.
"Of course I'll be here. How could I stay at work while my wife is in the hospital? How could I not be by your side?"
But his serious words only made Nyoko's laughter grow, and she untangled their hands, reaching both of her small palms toward his face.
She gently cupped his face as if she were holding his very heart, then lifted his head toward her, smiling as though bringing him a message from the heavens.
"Oh, my beautiful, worried husband... I'm fine."
Then she whispered, her eyes gleaming.
"The doctor told me that this grumpy husband of mine... is about to become a wonderful father."
She paused for a moment, just to observe the expression frozen on his face, then continued with a playful, affectionate tone.
"Does that explain why I'm laughing at you?"
Nagisa's mind was spinning, trying to process what he had just heard from his wife.
"Becoming a father?"
"Wait... does that mean...?
His eyes widened, and a broad smile spread across his face, almost splitting his mouth. He tried to respond, but the words stumbled out, faltering:
"You… you… are you pregnant?!!"
Finally, his words burst out as an excited shout, and without thinking twice, he pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing her head to his shoulder, his hand running through her hair from behind.
Tears began to flow from his eyes, uncontrollably, tears of pure joy as he realized he was going to have a child with the love of his life.
His tears soaked the hospital gown Nyoko was wearing, and she, in turn, wrapped her arms around him and returned the hug with equal force.
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