Sho wonders for the fifth time why he agreed. Aiba simply giggles and presses the baby into his arms once more. She likes you best, Aiba argues, sitting back with the boy twin against his shoulder.

Sho thinks that can't be the case when she throws up on him for the fifth time that night. “Why are we doing this, again?” he asks, trying not to add his own dinner.

Aiba doesn't answer, just smiles. It's when Sho's putting the girl down to sleep later that night and she latches onto his finger tightly that he really knows why.