Gael PoV
The forge was thick with anticipation as we stood around the remnants of Bosenmori. I glanced at Setsuka, who was still examining the reformed angel tool with a frown etched on her face.
Seb had climbed into her lap, his little hands grasping her belly. He had his ear pressed against her forming baby bump, as if trying to listen to his little sibling's subtle movements.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I knelt beside them, my eyes drawn to Bosenmori, still glowing faintly on the workbench. "Hey, little guy," I said, my voice low and playful. "Do you think we can listen to Bosenmori too?"
He gooed and blinked as he looked up.
"Dada!" he exclaimed, his voice brightening the atmosphere.
I grinned. "I'll take that as a yes from our little man."
Setsuka chuckled as she gently bounced him. "Are you a little blacksmith already?"
