Trying to tell your teenage son about you pregnancy
The Tv flickered with the low, steady hum of a lazy late night movie, casting long, soft shadows across the living room. You were curled up comfortably on Sukuna’s lap, the solid weight of his arms around you providing a familiar, grounded warmth. It was a rare, quiet interlude in the house, both of you simply waiting for your son, Yuji, to return home from dropping off his girlfriend.
"I really love Christian Bale" you murmured gently, your eyes fixed on the screen but your mind drifting.
"Oh yeah?" Sukuna grunted. A low rumble vibrated deep within his chest as his arms tightened possessively around your waist.
You let out a soft chuckle, leaning back farther against him, letting his steady rhythm soothe you. The comfort of his presence was absolute, a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he carried outside these walls. With a deliberate movement, you reached for the remote and clicked the television off, turning fully in his lap to face him. He looked down at you, the harsh lines of his face softening into a small, remarkably gentle smile.
"Did you like Yuji's girlfriend?" you asked, searching his eyes.
Sukuna rested a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against your skin before he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, drawing in your scent as if grounding himself.
"She’s a calm, normal girl" he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "None of that fake nonsense. No trying to impress or butter anyone up. She comes from a good family too. She had good manners."
You leaned into his touch, but a lingering anxiety tightened in your chest. Your hand found its way into his soft, pink hair, your fingers gently weaving through the strands as you tried to find the right words.
"Are we... going to tell Yuji about the pregnancy?" You sighed, the words carrying a sudden weight of awkwardness and embarrassment.
Sukuna let out a long sigh against your neck before pulling back just enough to look you dead in the eye. "What's gotten into you? Of course we're going to tell him. Y/n, stop stressing over nothing, alright? There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. There are some people who have children in their fifties"
You nodded, a wave of relief washing over you as you nuzzled your face back against his chest. Beneath your cheek, his heartbeat was loud, steady, and rhythmic a constant, silent reminder of his vow that it beat only for you. His hand moved down to stroke your head, his fingers gently smoothing your hair.
"Which room should we start converting into the nursery?" you asked quietly, pressing closer to him.
"Maybe the one on the second floor, right next to Yuji's" Sukuna replied thoughtfully. "That way we can keep a close eye on her—"
Your head snapped up, your eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Did you just say her?! I knew it! I knew you wanted a girl too!"
A rare, genuine chuckle escaped his lips. His expression softened entirely as he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead. "Yeah. Well, I do."
"You are going to be such an adorable, cute girldad" you said, reaching up to cup his jaw. The touch made his eyes soften further, and he leaned into your hand before pressing a tender, lingering peck onto your lips.
"Hmm. You really think so?" he murmured against your mouth, a slow grin spreading across his face as you nodded eagerly.
The warmth of the moment lingered, but a sudden wave of sentimentality washed over you. "You know... I’m starting to feel a little sad about how quickly time passes. Yuji was such a small, sweet baby when he was born, and now he’s going to turn sixteen in just a few months."
You looked up at him, your vision blurring as tears pooled in your eyes. Sukuna’s heart ached at the sight; he utterly detested seeing you cry. Yet, underneath the protective instinct, a rare touch of vulnerability crossed his own mind he, too, despised how relentlessly fast the years were slipping by.
Gently, he used his thumb to brush away the tears that had begun to spill down your cheeks. "Yeah. He was calm baby, actually. When you were pregnant with the brat, everyone kept warning us, 'Get used to staying up late' or 'Say goodbye to your free time.' that was all bullshit."
A watery laugh escaped you. He was right. everyone had given the same exhausting advice. Even Toji, who was expecting a child around the same time, had looked entirely drained by the prospect, far more exhausted than his own partner.
"But when Yuji arrived, he was the quietest baby alive" Sukuna continued, a small, proud smile touching his lips. You knew exactly how deeply he loved his son, even if his usual demeanor made him terrible at showing it to the world.
"I still remember waking up in the middle of the night to find you standing over his crib" you teased softly, the memory bringing a bright smile to your face. "You were holding a single finger right under his nose just to see if he was still breathing. I almost screamed the first time I saw this massive, imposing shadow hovering over our child, until I realized it was just my husband checking on him."
Sukuna let out a sharp snort, looking away slightly. "Pfft, don't remind me. The brat was so quiet I thought he might be... whatever." He shook his head, his hand sliding down from your waist to rest flat against your stomach.
"I hope this next one is a little more cheerful and chaotic, like me" he mused, a wide, mischievous grin returning to his features. "We need some actual excitement around here. It's getting boring. What do you mean my son hasn't been expelled for picking fights yet? Why isn't his teacher calling us every week to complain about his grades?"
"Because his personality is like mine" you retorted playfully, rolling your eyes. "He’s a calm, proper gentleman."
"Oh? So you're saying I'm not a gentleman?" Sukuna challenged, his fingers lightly squeezing your waist.
Before you could laugh, Sukuna shifted his weight, pulling you flush against him so you were facing him entirely. "I'm joking! Chill" you giggled, your face flushing as his grip tightened on your hips, dragging you impossibly closer.
His lips met yours, cutting off your laughter with a soft, deliberate kiss that quickly deepened into something far hungrier. His tongue slid past your lips, tangling with yours in a deep, possessive rhythm that drew a quiet whine from the back of your throat. His hands moved with practiced heat, sliding beneath the hem of your nightie, tracing the curve of your waist before moving upward to cup and gently squeeze your breasts. You shifted against him, a soft moan escaping you as his touch drifted lower, sliding past your stomach and beneath your underwear.
The sharp chime of the doorbell shattered the quiet room. Sukuna let out a harsh, irritated grunt against your lips. He pulled his hands back from beneath your clothes, but refused to let you go entirely, trailing a path of resentful, heavy kisses down the line of your neck.
The doorbell rang a second time, louder this time.
"FUCK OFF!" Sukuna roared toward the hallway.
You pressed a hand over your mouth, giggling at his sheer irritation.
"What do you mean, 'fuck off'?! This is my house too!" Yuji’s voice shouted back clearly from the other side of the door.
Sukuna pulled away, his expression a mask of pure annoyance. "Used to cockblock me when he was five, still does it now. Asshole kid," he muttered under his breath. He swung his legs off the couch and stood up, stomping over to the front door and yanking it open to glare down at his son.
"Chill, Pops. You're acting like I committed a crime" Yuji said, flashing a wide, teasing grin as he stepped inside, casually patting Sukuna on the shoulder as he passed.
"What the hell is 'Pops'? It's Father. I am not a Pokémon" Sukuna snapped, slamming the front door shut with a heavy thud.
You burst into a quiet fit of laughter from the couch, thoroughly enjoying the domestic chaos. Yuji walked into the living room, a bright smile on his face. "Alright, alright. The strongest, the best, the most hardworking. protector of the household... my Father." He said with dramatic effects
That threw you over the edge. You laughed out loud as Yuji came over and sat beside you on the edge of the couch, both of you completely unified in teasing the man currently glaring daggers at you from the center of the room.
"That was good!" you gasped, wiping a tear from your eye.
"Right?!" Yuji laughed, leaning his shoulder against yours while Sukuna’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.
"You two" Sukuna growled, though there was no real malice behind it. "Do whatever the hell you want. All I get in this house is disrespect from the kid I literally made. Just wait until my precious daughter is born. She’ll never treat me like this." He turned on his heel, marching toward the kitchen to vent his frustration on a bowl of fruit.
The room suddenly went entirely still. Yuji’s laughter cut off instantly.
Your posture tensed, the playful smile freezing on your face. Yuji looked toward the kitchen, then slowly turned his head to look directly at you, his eyes wide with realization.
"Are you... pregnant?" Yuji asked, his voice dropping into a shocked, hesitant whisper.
You let out a quiet sigh, looking toward the kitchen threshold. Sukuna walked back into the living room, holding a freshly prepared plate of sliced fruit. His expression had shifted back to that calm, grounded baseline, his eyes offering you a silent, reassuring support. You swallowed hard, suddenly losing the courage to speak the words aloud under Yuji’s intense, searching gaze.
"She is pregnant." Sukuna stated flatly, stepping up to the couch and setting the plate down.
You kept your eyes trained on your lap, nervously waiting for your son's reaction, wondering if the sudden change would upset him.
"What?!" Yuji suddenly yelled, a massive grin breaking across his face. "So that means I can take her for walks?!" Before you could even process the words, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a fierce, joyful hug and planting a massive kiss on your cheek.
Your heart melted instantly. He was still your incredibly sweet boy. there was never any doubt that he would welcome a new sibling with open arms.
"She isn’t a dog you can take for a walk, brat!" Sukuna grunted, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward as he sat down on your other side.
"I know! But seriously! This is amazing. I’m so happy, congratulations mom!!" Yuji said, finally pulling back but keeping a hand on your arm. "Though honestly, you guys should’ve given me a sibling when I was like, three—"
"And what else should we have given you? A house? A mansion? A black card, maybe a yatch? A sports car?" Sukuna countered, giving him a flat look.
"A car wouldn't be the worst idea" Yuji smirked. The smirk vanished a second later when Sukuna reached over and delivered a swift, affectionate thud to his upper back.
Sukuna picked up a piece of kiwi from the plate and held it out to you. You smiled gratefully, taking it from his fingers. "I really like the kiwi right now" you murmured, your mouth slightly full as you reached for another piece.
Sukuna watched you eat, his gaze heavy and incredibly soft, before he leaned across the small space and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss right over your fruit flavored lips.
"At least don't do that corny stuff right in front of me" Yuji groaned, reaching out to snatch a slice of banana from the plate to cover his mock disgust.
Sukuna immediately slapped his hand away. "Go cut your own. I made this for my wife."
"Ugh, please. She's my mom, and she always lets me eat from her plate. Right, Mom?" Yuji retorted, leaning back in to plant another dramatic kiss on your cheek just to provoke his father.
At this point, you were caught directly in the middle, physically squeezed between two massive, warm blooded boys as the temperature in the room seemed to spike. "Both of you, get away from me! It's too hot!"
"Uh oh, scary" Sukuna teased, a slow grin spreading across his face as he took a step back.
"The superwoman has awakened!" Yuji whispered in mock terror, retreating alongside his father.
You rolled your eyes with immense affection, setting the empty plate on the coffee table and stretching out across the large, comfortable couch. Grabbing the remote, you pulled up the series you had started months ago, finally relaxing.
"Alright, I'm heading upstairs. Love you, Mom" Yuji said, leaning down one last time to kiss your forehead before jogging up the stairs.
Sukuna remained standing by the edge of the couch, his hands resting loosely in the pockets of his sweatpants. He didn't move, his eyes locked entirely on you, silently demanding your attention.
"What are you staring at?" you asked, glancing up from the screen. "Don't you have something to do?"
"I could do you." Sukuna replied with a wicked grin.
You choked entirely on your breath, coughing slightly as he burst into a loud, booming laugh. He quickly poured a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it over, watching with amusement as you snatched it from his hand and took a hurried sip.
"Shut up!" you grumbled, your face burning red as he sat back down beside you, pulling you against his side for the rest of the night.
The pregnancy turned out to be an absolute ordeal. Over the course of those nine months, your shifting symptoms nearly gave Sukuna multiple heart attacks.
In the beginning, your hormones made you incredibly sharp and short.tempered. At first, you being mean to him, had secretly turned him on, but he quickly grew to despise it when it resulted in you denying him his morning kisses before work.
More than anything, he was worried sick about you. You had stubbornly insisted on continuing your shifts at the hospital until you reached your sixth month. Sukuna had ultimately relented because whatever his wife commanded, he would ultimately fulfill but every single day you came home pale and exhausted, he looked ready to lock the front door and keep you safely hidden away inside the house forever.
Then came the third trimester, where your appetite completely vanished, leaving you unable to tolerate anything except raw fruit. When the doctor noted at a routine check up that you were actually losing weight instead of gaining it, Sukuna completely panicked. He took matters into his own hands, spending hours cooking specialized meals or outright threatening Uraume to have their best culinary dishes delivered directly to the house
He took to calling your office at the hospital multiple times a day, his deep voice boisterous over the phone lines: "Y/n, this is your reminder to eat the lunch I packed. If I find out you skipped it, I'm driving over there myself."
Yuji was equally attentive. Whenever Sukuna was tied up with work, Yuji would sprint to the grocery store at a moment's notice to fetch whatever specific fruit you were craving. He would sit on the floor by the couch for hours, quietly rubbing your swollen feet or gently combing through your hair when you were too exhausted to move.
But despite the grueling chaos of the journey, your beautiful daughter was finally born.
The moment she was delivered, Sukuna the most dangerous intimidating man you knew had stood by the hospital bed, completely sobbing. It was a moment of absolute vulnerability that he immediately, fiercely threatened you never to speak of to anyone, especially not to Yuji.
You Both named her Michiko, though within days, everyone simply called her Mimi. She was an absolute angel, just as quiet as Yuji had been as a newborn, but with a distinct personality of her own. She possessed an incredible, chubby set of cheeks filled with baby fat that Sukuna was entirely obsessed with. She looked almost identical to her father, born with a faint, reddish tint to her eyes that eventually settled into a warm, deep brown after two months a change that secretly made you feel a bit better, considering you were the one who had carried her for nine freaking months.
"Mom, seriously, it looks like we're celebrating New Year's Eve, not Mimi’s fifth month milestone" Yuji said, letting out a breath as he set two massive bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter.
You were sitting on the living room couch, cradling your sleeping baby girl against your chest. At five months old, Mimi was exceptionally calm, though she had already developed a fierce dislike for strangers particularly older ladies with white hair. She had mastered an incredibly expressive, judgmental side eye that made everyone laugh, leaving you to constantly wonder exactly which side of the family she had inherited that from.
"Well, we invited everyone over" you whispered softly, careful not to disturb her sleep. "Megumi and Kugisaki are coming, and it would be terrible if we didn't have enough food to feed them properly."
Yuji tiptoed into the living room, hovering over the couch to look down at his baby sister. "Whoa... she’s so cute. Can I hold her for a bit?" He carefully slid onto the cushions beside you, extending his arms with practiced care.
When you gently transferred the sleeping bundle into his lap, Mimi stirred slightly, nuzzling her face deep into his hoodie. Yuji let out a soft, delighted sigh, his eyes completely bright. "She's so cute."
"Where is your father?" you asked, slowly pushing yourself up from the couch and stretching your stiff muscles.
"He's right behind me, bringing in the rest of the heavy stuff" Yuji replied, his eyes never leaving his sister.
You nodded, walking slowly into the kitchen to begin sorting through the supplies. Beneath your shirt, your breasts felt heavy and full. You had been exclusively breastfeeding Mimi since the day she was born, which you secretly credited for how wonderfully chubby and healthy her limbs had become.
Your body had gone through massive changes during the pregnancy, but surprisingly, within just a month after giving birth, your shape had rapidly snapped back to its original size. Paradoxically, that had actually made Sukuna incredibly annoyed. he had developed a strange obsession with your soft, pregnant belly, a preference you chose not to question too deeply.
"When do you think she'll wake up?" Yuji called out from the next room.
"Probably soon. She's due for a feeding" you answered, lifting heavy jars of sauce and containers out of the bags
Suddenly, the front door swung open with a heavy thud, followed by a loud, familiar grunt.
"Where is--did you wash your dirty hands before you touched my daughter, brat?!" Sukuna’s voice bellowed in a harsh whisper as he walked through the threshold, his arms loaded with the remaining grocery bags.
You let out a quiet, tired sigh, too exhausted to even voice a standard scold. The compounding fatigue of the past few months had completely wrecked your appetite again, causing you to lose far more weight than was healthy. To keep Sukuna from constantly worrying or hovering over you, you had taken to wearing his massive, oversized t-shirts around the house to hide how thin you had gotten.
Slowly, you began organizing the counter bottles of beer, wine, snacks, and various ingredients that the teenagers would inevitably inhale. You had already prepared an extensive spread. multiple types of pasta, homemade soups, fresh salads, and large pitchers of juice.
"I’m going upstairs for a few minutes" you called out quietly, leaning against the counter for support. "Please put the rest of the groceries away, and let Mimi sleep as long as she needs to."
Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked up the stairs. Sukuna paused in the middle of the kitchen, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched your retreating figure. You looked different. The line of your shoulders, the way you walked.it was too deliberate, too heavy. You were his wife. he noticed every single micro expression and shift in your posture. He knew post.birth recovery was grueling, but a sharp knot of worry tightened in his chest. Something wasn't right.
"Is Mom okay?" Yuji asked quietly from the couch, his cheerful demeanor dropping as he looked toward the stairs.
Sukuna snapped out of his thoughts, setting the heavy bags onto the counter with a muted thud. "I don't know... I'm going up to check on her. Stay here with your sister."
You collapsed onto the mattress, curling onto your side in the center of the large bed. You desperately needed just a few minutes of quiet before the house became loud with guests. A few moments later, the bedroom door clicked open and closed softly. You kept your eyes shut, assuming it was just Sukuna coming up to change out of his work clothes.
Instead, you felt a massive, familiar weight settle onto the mattress beside you. A heavy head came to rest directly against your chest, and two thick, tattooed arms wrapped completely around your waist, pulling you securely against his frame.
You opened your eyes to find Sukuna looking up at you from his position against your chest, his expression raw and entirely focused on your face.
"Hey..." he murmured softly, his hand sliding down to rub your thigh in a slow, comforting rhythm. "Is everything alright? Because I can easily call the guests right now and tell them all to fuck off. We can send Mimi to Uraume’s for the night, and you can just rest."
A weak, incredibly grateful smile touched your lips. You shifted your body, turning fully into his embrace and burying your face against his solid chest. His arms tightened instantly, holding you as if you might break.
"I'm just so exhausted" you whispered into his shirt, the vulnerability finally breaking through. "It's not Mimi...she’s a calm and wonderful baby. It’s just the constant breastfeeding, the lack of energy... I don't know. I just feel completely miserable today. I'm sorry."
Sukuna’s hand immediately moved to cup your chin, gently but firmly forcing you to look up into his eyes. "Sorry for what? Y/n, I love you so damn much. I fucking hate seeing you like this. If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I should be doing more. Just tell me what you need, anything."
The sincerity in his gaze brought a warmth to your chest. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, a deep, emotional kiss that he returned instantly with a quiet intensity. When you finally pulled back, a thin silver thread of saliva connected your lips in the quiet space of the room.
"You're the best husband I could have ever asked for, Ryo" you murmured "I love you too. Just stay right here with me. I'll be fine."
He smiled, a genuine, soft expression, and leaned down to press another tender kiss to your cheek.
A sharp, loud wail pierced through the floorboards from downstairs. Sukuna froze, letting out a brief sigh. He gave your cheek one last quick peck before rolling off the bed. "I'll be right back."
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, Yuji was holding a crying Mimi at arm's length, looking entirely out of his depth. "I think she peed herself or something" Yuji offered logically.
"No, she didn't. She's hungry" Sukuna stated, expertly taking his daughter into his massive arms. He cradled her close, his large frame swaying gently from side to side in a rhythmic, practiced motion. "Shh... Mimi, Daddy's here. Relax now..."
Mimi’s loud wails immediately dissolved into small, pathetic sniffles. She nuzzled her face against his collarbone, her tiny fist tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt. Sukuna’s expression melted entirely at the gesture.
Holding her with one arm, he walked into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator, finding the pre.pumped bottles completely empty. He absolutely detested the thought of disturbing your rest, but looking down at his hungry daughter, he knew there was no other choice.
"Can I help with anything else?" Yuji asked, looking around the kitchen.
Sukuna shook his head, his focus entirely on the baby. "Nah. Just finish setting up the snacks, get the beer out, and clean up the counters before people get here."
With that, he turned and carried Mimi back up the stairs. The little girl had tiny, glistening tears in her deep brown eyes, looking up at him with an incredibly annoyed expression before letting out another sharp whine. "Shh... be patient, princess. You're getting your milk right now."
When Sukuna pushed the bedroom door open, he froze at the threshold, his throat suddenly going completely dry.
You were sitting up against the headboard, the front of your blouse already unbuttoned and draped open in preparation. The sight immediately sent a wave of entirely unprompted, dark thoughts rushing through his mind.
"Bring her here" you murmured softly, completely breaking him out of his trance.
Sukuna stepped forward and carefully transferred Mimi into your arms. The moment she smelled you, she calmed down entirely. Her tiny mouth found your breast, and she began to nurse happily, her chubby cheeks puffing out with every rhythmic swallow. A peaceful, contented smile spread across your face as you looked down at her.
Sukuna swallowed hard, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress and watching the display with a heavy gaze. "She’s bulking at this point."
You let out a soft chuckle. "Definitely. Look at all those little baby muscles."
"I would call it pure fat" Sukuna countered playfully, reaching out a large, tattooed finger to gently poke at her rounded cheek.
Mimi suddenly popped off for a brief second, looking up at her father. She flashed him a tiny, milk.drunk smile before immediately latching back on to continue nursing. Sukuna let out a sharp snort, his chest swelling with affection. "Wow. She is adorable." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently tangling in the tuft of soft pink hair that perfectly matched his own.
The room fell into a quiet, warm silence, broken only by the sound of the baby feeding.
"Y/n..." Sukuna muttered unexpectedly, his fingers still tracing the soft strands of Mimi's hair.
"Mhm?" you replied, keeping your eyes on him.
Sukuna cleared his throat, his eyes shifting slightly away from yours. You noticed with immense amusement that the tips of his ears had turned a distinct, bright shade of red. "Can I... taste it too?"
If he had asked with his usual arrogant smirk, you might have given him a sharp reprimand, but seeing him look so genuinely flustered and embarrassed.a man who was about to turn thirty seven years old.was entirely too cute
You let out a quiet, melodic chuckle. "Sure, Ryo."
"Really?!" His head snapped back up, his eyes wide with instant excitement.
No one asked but I delivered.
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