The sky is awash in star-scattered dusk, flecks of white paint strewn across a midnight canvas. Natsu snuggles into Chiyo’s side, breath ghosting over Chiyo’s neck. Natsu’s eyes are closed, but Chiyo isn’t fooled. She is awake.

“Natsu. What are you going to name the baby?”

Somewhere on the road, several paces from their bed in the underbrush, a lonely bird trills into the night.

Natsu’s eyes open. “I wasn’t sure I was pregnant. I guess I am, though. Sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize, Natsu.”

A pause. “Do you like Haruko?”

“Silly. What if it’s a boy?”

Natsu smiles. “Haru, then.”