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You glared at him as you slowly stood up to walk around the room. The white walls are suffocating despite the open window. It's now 10 in the evening, four hours since your labor started.

It's the same when you had Kouki, that little one who was a tough munchkin during the labor... Saika was a lot easier when it was time to give birth, except for the scare everyone had at her premature labor. Now there's these little ones, hopefully, they come out healthy. Your doctor gave you a run-through of what could happen, one is caesarian to get both the babies out and the other is normal delivery, the doctor said there's a very high possibility of giving birth to both of them despite the babies being weeks apart and there's low risk of any complications despite the peculiar condition of your pregnancy.

Satoru's been buzzing like a bee to have several of the best doctors that money could afford to ensure you and the babies are perfectly fine.

Satoru didn't speak anymore as he held you from your back, acting like the back of the chair for you to lean on, as he gently kept his hand under your belly. He held you like that, supporting you in each contraction ripping through your stomach like lightning, sometimes writing down your hips or through your bum. His thumb gently stroked your navel, trying his very best to give you any kind of comfort through the pain...

"We're getting you an epidural... Are you sure you don't want to have a cesarean, Love?" Satoru wiped your sweat as he sat down with you between his parted thighs after an excruciating wave of contractions. He wants you to have the very same smooth delivery you had with Saika... To hell with the elders fervently suggesting you have a natural birth delivery. They should shove a pole in their asses and give birth to a basketball for all he cares.

You covered your mouth and heaved. For some reason, the white walls seem to be waving to you.

"I think I'm gonna vomit... But I think I can do this in a normal delivery."

Satoru reached for the paper bag and gave it to you. Rubbing your back to soothe your groans and all. Well, he does agree with you, this will be the last... Four brats running around the house is more than enough. As he stares at your pale face, enduring the pain of giving birth to his babies, he is so proud of you and at the same time so worried you might lose your breath with every contraction. He could feel it in his throat that in every grunt you do, he also holds his breath.

The nurse came in to take your dilation, and Satoru insisted on talking to both your OB and anesthesiologist about what pain relief medication you should get to ease the delivery, since you are giving birth to two babies.

As your labor progresses, so does the intensity of pain, and so does the need to crush Satoru's hand seems like a guilty comfort.

You feel it rise before it even hits—an ache low in your back, coiling tighter with every breath. Then it clamps down. Your abdomen tightens like it's being wrung out from the inside, slow and merciless. The pressure moves lower, spreading through your hips, and it's as if your pelvis is being pulled apart by unseen hands. A grinding, splitting force pushes outward, deep and primal. Your spine feels like it's locking up. You try to shift, to breathe through it, but the pain doesn't allow room for thought. It drags on, twisting, squeezing, stretching your bones from within, and all you can do is hold on until it passes—until the next one comes.

"This is the last... Swear on it, Satoru." You gritted your teeth. "Swear on it or I'm not giving birth!" You know that's a lie, but still! Childbirth will never be easy, especially with this one where you have to push out TWO. You already feel like you'll lose your breath over the first one, what more of the second?

You could see him biting his lips as he wipes your sweat and tears with the towel.

"Then should I book a vasectomy?" He looks apologetic as he dabs the towel over your forehead and neck.

The glare wasn't a nice one, so he animatedly zipped his mouth and held his hand up for surrender. "I was joking, c'mere." Satoru opened his arms and gently rocked you... kissing your temples over and over, whispering sweet nothings to cheer you up, kissing your neck, your ear, your cheeks... "Y'know, I won't mind a vasectomy, I'd gladly do it for you." Inhaling your scent whilst he rubs your back.

"I had our room extra soundproofed so you won't be woken up while you're sleeping. Also, I asked someone from the clan to stay with us for a month until you're feeling better... don't worry about waking up at night to feed the babies..." His fingers trace your nose, brushing off the stray hairs fanning your face.

"Mnnn..." You buried your face in his chest... "I think I'm gonna need that epidural now." 

Satoru knew the drill. He knew better than to watch a huge ass thick needle be inserted in your spine. He just held your hand during the process, rubbing your knuckles, kissing the back of your hand while you both waited for you to be fully dilated. "I'm here, Love. I promise this will be the last. I really promise." He prayed as you waited the labor out.

Now you're stuck in the bed of the delivery room with a needle inserted near your spine, relieving you from pain. Kouki and Saika have called a few times, checking in on you and increasingly getting excited to meet their siblings. They're staying with your in-laws' place for the time being.

"Kouki told me he wants to go to high school in Kyoto... a normal school. He's just eight, but he mentioned it to me some time ago..." You started and chuckled a bit. "He's just a third grader..."

Satoru looked at you, he took your hands, intertwining your hands together. He smiled as his other hand carefully caressed your bump.

"Well, if he still thinks the same thing by the time he graduates from junior high school, then I don't see why not..." Satoru hums. "He doesn't seem like that interested in being a sorcerer apart from our training sessions.

It seems so... Your son never seems to have an interest in carrying out the tradition of succeeding his father. It's Saika who's quite enthusiastic about jujutsu and training with Satoru and Kouki has become a thing since she was two years old, also she's adamant about spending with her Auntie Shoko around, and your daughter never fails to make a point that she wants to learn jujutsu.

"I hope these two won't have a hard time and may they choose what they want to be in life..."

The hours pass by quite fast with the nurse checking up on you constantly, Satoru helping you to walk around to ease up the pain. Meanwhile, offering his hand for you to crush whenever a sharp contraction spikes...

"Does it still hurt so bad?" Satoru gently caresses your tummy. He hopes the epidural is doing its job. 

Over your two pregnancies, you notice how sensitive he becomes in the hospital room before the birth. A part of him known to the outside world is shredded off to hold you up and soothe labor pains. 

"It's bearable..." You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt his lips graze the tip of your nose, pressing tiny ticklish kisses until you squirmed. "You named Saika and Kouki, so this time I'm gonna name our babies..." You huffed.

A grin broke on his lips. Well, that is true and fair. Kouki and Saika were named by him. He's not a fan of planning. So it's no surprise he named his kids spontaneously. Something that just popped into his head the second he saw the baby in your arms. And oh boy, he got a nice naming sense after all.

"Uh-huh? Tell me about it, Hun." He hums and gazes at you with all of his attention.

"Something about the stars..."

Satoru's brow raised.

"Stars?"

"You named the two something related to the skies... I want to keep it that way."

Satoru looked at you in disbelief as he broke out in a sweet chuckle and kissed your forehead.

"You... what am I gonna do to you, baby?" He buried his face to your neck, holding your hand in his. "Why do you have to know the smallest of things in me?" His bright ocean eyes looked at you as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. 

"I thought you were gonna name them something related to the sun, we called them our sunshines..."

He watches you chuckle.

And you can't help but look back into his eyes staring at you and you alone. Every time he stares back at you with those ocean eyes you can't help but think of the rare times he takes off the damned blindfold but at home, it's always off and it's you and the kids that are reflected on those ocean eyes. Those seas of stars reflected in his eyes what seemed like held your universe and void.

"The sun is a star..."

He chuckled. Always witty.

"I see." That was all he said and kissed your forehead.

As your dilation progressed, Satoru remained beside you, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles over and over while he talked. And by the time you were ready to give birth, he was sure you'd already rearranged his phalanges.

It's the third time you've gone through this, and he'd like to believe he has learned the art of how to support you while giving birth. But then there's his heart pounding like crazy hearing you grunt between your deep breaths as you push out. Is there any difference between giving birth to one normal baby and two babies in one birthing? He believes there's hell yes because that means twice the pushing and probably twice the rip. And he doesn't want his wife to bear that kind of rip.

"Deep breaths, Mrs. Gojo, okay, one, two, three. Push."

You let out a long push... one hand holding Satoru's. Your heart hammers—not just from the pain, but from something deeper, older. Every nerve is lit. You're shaking, but not from weakness; it's adrenaline, raw and rushing, filling every limb. The room narrows—voices blur, faces fade—and all that's left is the rhythm of your breath and the force building inside you. You're not thinking anymore. At once, you feel fragile, like glass held too tight, and unstoppable, like a storm breaking free. There's fear there, yes—but it's tangled with awe. You're standing at the edge of something vast and irreversible, and somehow, in all the chaos, a strange, fierce joy flickers inside you. At this point, nothing matters anymore but getting your babies out."

"One more, we can see the baby's head crowning."

You see Satoru about to look down, but one of the nurses told him not to.

"It's better not to, Sir, many fathers fainted doing that."

If you weren't giving birth, you would've laughed at how his spine immediately straightened out and swallowed a huge lump down his throat. He looked at you, and you knew that in his already fair and white face, he got even paler.

"Mrs. Gojo, deep breath and give me one big push, one, two, three, push."

"Push, baby, I got you." Satoru held you.

Your body tightens again, a deep, raw force rising through you like a tidal wave. You cry out—more from instinct than choice—and then you feel it: the burn, the stretch, the unbearable fullness. You brace, fingers clawing at the sheets, breath catching in your throat. The pressure is so intense it's blinding. You don't think—you can't think. Only feel. Only push. The world narrows to that one unbearable place, the edge where pain meets something holy.

Then, the shift. They give. The first baby begins to slip through.

Tears stream down your cheeks. You're shaking. Exhausted. But you whisper it anyway, barely a breath:

"Come on, baby. I've got you. Just come out."

One long push and a piercing cry echoed in the delivery room.

"One baby out! Take a long breath, Mrs Gojo."

You took several labored breaths, regulating your breathing... Listening to the loud crying, you see Satoru sigh in relief.

"She's healthy, Love, she's l-loud." Satoru laughed, his breathing stuttered.

But in the corner of his eye, you saw a glinting gloss gathered under his lash.

"Are you crying?" You can't help but laugh between bouts of inhales.

"Yes." He looked at you biting your lower lip as he watched the little princess cry.

The other nurses giggled with you. Your doctor softly set the baby down on your chest.

"W-Well, hello there, sweet one..." You coo as the little one immediately snuggles for your warmth.

Satoru leaned down to kiss your temple, gazing at the little one on your chest.

"How about our other baby?" Satoru looked up to the doctor.

The doctor waited for an hour, but it seems like you're not giving birth to the other baby yet. After several checkups and discussions with your final say, you decided to wait for the baby to little boy to come out in his own time. A delayed interval delivery to let the younger one develop as he is 2 weeks behind from his older sibling, with the doctors assuring you that it will not take long and they will monitor you very closely.

Your babygirl, born healthy at 6.8 pounds in the late 5pm sunset of October 22.

"Are you very, very sure that you don't want caesarian, Honey? We're lucky you didn't get any rip pushing this little one here... But... I'm sure you must be feeling not so good down there, how much more if you're pushing another baby out?" "I think, I would feel more better and feel safe if I do a normal delivery... I really think I can do this." You assured him.

The doctors closely monitored you and your baby boy. 

It's been three hours, you are now eating small meals in between to stave off the hunger. There's the spikes of pain but you can feel that it's not yet time... You held your daughter who is eagerly suckling milk, her hair is just like yours... You can't help but chuckle as you envisioned Kouki and Saika's excitement in knowing that their baby sibling has your hair after all their prayers of wanting a baby sibling looking like you...

"She has my nose." Satoru leaned in close, hovering over you both. He's been without an glasses or blindfold for hours now that you're worrying if he might be overstimulated at this point.

"It's mine, what are you saying?"

Satoru shrugged and just leaned closer, letting you lean on him and supporting your arms holding your babygirl. After 12 hours from his sister's birth your baby boy finally decided to come out as well. 

You grip the edge of the hospital bed, knuckles white, breath shallow and rapid. The room is dim—the sunrise of 5 am slowly creeping in the private delivery room, yet time has twisted into something shapeless. You feel it before you hear anything—a slow, creeping cramp deep in your core, a familiar wave returning, this time sharper. Meaner.

The OBGYN shifts beside you. Her smile is practiced, but her eyes flicker with something else: she knows what's coming. "please give a long push Mrs. Gojo," she says gently, but you already know.

Satoru held your hand, this time he could only whisper you prayers and 'just one more', knowing you're just desperate to finish this.

Your body aches in a way language fails to hold. Not the clean crescendo of the first labor—this is jagged, like something old and rusted being pried open again. You've already crossed the finish line once. And now, impossibly, you're being dragged back to the starting gate.

Your thighs tremble. Muscles protest like they're tearing down your resolve from the inside. The first grunt rips out. But there's no pause button. No bargain to be made. Only breath and bone and fire.

The pressure builds, like the world narrowing to the circumference of your hips. There's shouting—maybe yours, maybe theirs. A cold sweat clings to your skin, and your tears taste like metal. The space between contractions is a blur of heat and helplessness. You close your eyes and see nothing but red. "Just one more time, Mrs. Gojo, the head is out..." The OB coached you calmly.

And you push. Because this is not a choice. It's a surrender. A storm tearing through the same broken shoreline for the second time in one day. "I got you baby, I got you... One more Love." Satoru 

And then, through the pain, a cry.

A second cry. A new voice. Fragile, furious, alive.

You collapse back, spent. Shaking. Silent. But this time, there are two small hearts beating beside yours. The piercing cries of your son echoed in the room as they slowly put him on top of you. His warm skin is so comforting, grounding you to the fact that your babies are finally here.

Your breath catches the moment they place the tiny, warm body against your chest. The world around you softens and fades, shrinking until all that exists is the gentle rise and fall beneath your trembling fingers. You trace the delicate curve of a cheek, amazed that something so small can hold so much weight. Your eyes sting, the edges of tears shimmering in the dim light. A shaky breath slips out, barely a whisper, as a fierce wave crashes through you—love, awe, and a deep ache you never knew possible—all tangled in this one fragile heartbeat pressed against your own.

This will be the last time... You stared at your two babies sleeping in the small bed beside you... Four kids with 4 years apart... It is more than enough.

Satoru noticed your stare and came closer... He's holding several paper bags of your favorite food and a large canteen.

"I brought you food, Love?" Satoru pulled out the bedside table and started to open the food he brought for you. A wide array of onigiri with varied fillings, tuna, spam, and the like. There are also side dishes of gently simmered carrots, daikon, and kabocha in light soy/dashi broth, lightly salted and grilled salmon, tamagoyaki, there's even niku jaga (meat and potatoes stew).

"Where did you get all of these, Honey?" It's just too many that it's hard to choose where to start.

"I had my mother prepare it. I know you'll be hungry after all of it." He opened the canteen and poured a warm roasted barley tea for you.

Satoru sat beside you and stared at your face... It was still puffy, which gave him the urge to pinch it for himself.

"Wha-"

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a gentle forehead kiss to your temples.

"Eat, baby..."

He made sure to refill your bowl when your soup was dwindling, adding an extra spoonful of rice and plenty of meat. He made sure to keep the water at the exact temperature you want it while watching you go through the several food boxes.

"Is it good?" He asks as you eagerly chew on the warm food, wiping the corner of your lips.

"Yeah..." You mumbled between mouthfuls, making him chuckle and add more food, knowing you deserved it so much and you were beyond exhausted.

"After this, let's stay in our villa." Satoru thought of this since yesterday. It would be more convenient for you if you all stayed in the villa he built behind the Main Hall of the Gojo Estate. There you won't have to stress yourself about any preparing food or taking care of the baby, there are several nannies and his mother who will help you to focus on resting and bonding with your baby.

"My mother called, she said she'll come over with my father."

You've never tried doing any satogaeri. The Gojo Clan (Satoru) has always been the one mostly arranging things when you get pregnant and the first month of caring. Satoru always made sure you could heal from the operation before letting you truly take care of your baby.

"They can stay with us in the villa, there are a lot of rooms there." He chuckled, seeing your excited smile, knowing your parents will come and you'll be more comfortable.

You just nodded, knowing he would take care of it. After the meal, he fixed your bed and checked up on your babies. The two babies never left your private room and have been very good to you, they are sleeping soundly after nursing. 

Satoru peered over the two sunshines, placing a finger under their noses to check if they were breathing. Even after two kids, he still cannot get off the habit of watching their chest rise up and down to make sure they are breathing just fine. His forefinger hovered over their noses to check if they were taking in oxygen just fine.

You stared at him, deeply entranced by the sleeping babies. He was quiet, but at the same time, you could almost hear the racing of his heart as he kept checking them. Two children have taught you that your husband, independent and wild as he is, is too attached and sentimental about the smallest of things. And even now with four kids, it hasn't waned. In a country where having babies is treated as such a rare thing, moreover, having not just one but four, you cannot blame him or your family for being so spoiling to the children.

And deep down, there's an inkling thought that maybe Satoru wants so many children because... he was used to being alone. Before you came into his life, and in honesty, maybe after your marriage, there is still a part of him that has that loneliness on his back. And again, deep down, you know that a part of him is scared, scared that with the uncertainty of life, if ever anything happens to him or you, he's the most scared of what could happen to your kids. Maybe that's why he's always reminded Kouki and Saika to stick up for each other...

"Baby, when are you going to tell me about their names?" He looked back at you with a smile as he rubbed the cheeks of the two sunshines...

Kouki, sky, and hope.

Saika, fortune, and moon...

Satoru chose those names so poetically perfect.

"We have the sky, a moon, and the one missing is the sun... but even the sun is a star..."

You looked at the little one, your daughter is the first to come.

"For this little one, 星 a star filled with light even in the dark, 愛 and love, a little star, that will bring love even during the dark. Seira, 星愛..." She was born close to dusk

"Seira... Seira..." Satoru nodded and smiled... "We now have our little star." He chuckled, kissing the little girl's head. "You hear that, Seira? You're our little star, loved by us."

You smiled and looked at your little son. The little boy who surely got your hair but made sure to announce those white specks of hair littering his tips. He was sound asleep, calm and snug.

"This one..." smile "A little star so calm and gentle... serene. 奎, stars littered like a constellation, may you always shine brightly,  冴, and bring that same serenity with you always. Keigo, 奎冴."

"Gojo Seira and Gojo Keigo..." Satoru smiled. You got the sky, moon, and now the stars. He chuckled and went to your side to pepper your temples with kisses. "I love them... you picked great, Love."

The doctor was ready to discharge by day three, but they insisted the babies stay at least three days or a week max in the NICU, which... well, didn't sit well with your husband. He can be truly overprotective, which includes leaving the babies in the hospital. It's simple to say you stayed for three days to take the babies back, which made everyone, especially the two kids back at home, desperately miss you both.

"Mama c-come home a-already..." Saika was sobbing, clutching her little unicorn as she talked to you through the phone. She looks so pitiful with her red nose and damp eyes.

"Mama, Mama, are you okay? Come home now, please." Kouki was pushing his face to the phone, but despite your firstborn's calm, collected voice, you could see the hue of pink on his nose and the tips of his ear, which always comes out after he cried.

"Oh, babies, we are, wipe those tears." You tried your best to coo Saika, but her eyes are not drying up soon. You can't blame her for a four-year-old who has always been at home with you.

"And we are coming home this afternoon." You promised, hoping to soothe them both, the longest they've been away from you is three days maxed, and that is the weekends with their grandparents.

"How about me? You don't miss me?" Satoru popped up. "C'mon, munchkin,s give Papa some lovin'?"

"B-But Papa, you came home this afternoon?" Saika interjected... the two kids are now talking better without hiccups and tears. "Mama, Papa brought us doughnuts," Kouki added.

"Wait! We agreed, no telling!" Satoru just ended up laughing as his kids threw him under the bus. These two kids. They looked so much like him but they suck up to you more than to anyone. He can only sigh. He loves you the most, so it doesn't come as a surprise that his children will love you the most too, because they too are a part of him.

"Okay, Papa and I will be home in a few hours with your baby sister and brother."

You barely registered the ride home—Satoru had taken over, a calm presence in the whirlwind. Your only focus now was the weight in your arms: two tiny bundles nestled against your chest, warm and breathing in sync like a lullaby. Their cheeks were plumper, skin flushed a healthy pink, milk-drunk and dreaming.

The car eased to a stop. Gravel crunched under tires. As the villa came into view, the front door burst open.

"MAMA!"

Two voices—high and shrill with excitement—pierced the air as little feet thundered down the steps. Saika and Kouki flung themselves at your legs, clutching you with all the force their small arms could muster, their heads tilting back to search your face, eyes bright enough to rival any starlit sky.

"We're home," you laughed, breathless, your heart full.

Kouki spotted the bundled infants and gasped, already tugging at Satoru's sleeve. "Mama, is that them?! Is that our baby sister and brother?"

"Papaaa, lemme see! Please, please, pleaaaase!" Saika had latched onto Satoru's leg like a koala, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Satoru squatted with a patient sigh, ruffling Kouki's hair with one hand, then Saika's with the other. "Let's get inside first, okay? Your Mama's gotta sit down."

He ushered the little ones gently, his arms stretched like wings, herding them forward. A mother hen in a blindfold and designer clothes—clucking under his breath about the heat, doors left wide open, and where the hell the hand sanitizer went.

"Okay, okay, c'mere you two, let me see you properly. Our video calls were blurred." The two children immediately climbed up to the couch and snuggled up to you. Saika immediately rubbed her face to your side while Kouki just inhaled your scent for a long time.

Satoru smiled and gently sat down beside... He can see Seira and Keigo's lashes flutter open, their mittened hands fussing around.

"Papa, Mama..." Kouki finally peeked up to see the two bundles, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Mama!" Saika gasped. "Yes! I knew it! They're so pretty! They got your hair, Mama!" Saika vibrated in glee as she gently touched Seira's chubby cheeks with her finger. "Hello... marshmallow..."

Satoru chuckled at the nickname. Typical Cat...

"Mama, what's their names?" Kouki looked up to you and back to Keigo, gently playing with his small, mittened hand... "You smell so milky..." He looked entranced by his new brother.

"Your sister is the first one to come... this little sunshine is Seira..." 

"Seira..." The two chorused... "She's so cute, she has your hair, Mama... with small pecks of white like stars."

"She's so prettyyyy~" Kouki leaned closer, pressing his nose to Seira's hair, inhaling it and looking up to you with a wide grin.

Saika softly kissed Keigo's cheek and giggled.

"Mama, look! He smiled!"

"He did? He's your youngest brother. His name is Keigo."

"Keigo..." They pronounced after you.

"He's so adorable!" Saika piped up, kissing his cheek again, holding herself from smooching her little brother too much.

It was needless to say that the two children were all over their baby siblings. They lay with them, watch over them, and help around when it's milk time. It's only been one day since you brought them home, and it feels like a long time when you see the four of them all huddled up on the mattress placed on the living room floor.

You watch over them from the comfortable rocking chair while Satoru comes from the kitchen holding a bowl of hot chicken soup for you and a tall glass of orange juice. He was quiet, but you could see the smile playing on his lips as he saw your four children snuggled up with a small blanket on their stomachs, keeping them warm. Saika and Kouki were careful not to snuggle up too much on their baby siblings, afraid that they would roll over them

"Look at them, they look like a small litter of kittens." Satoru chuckled and sat beside you, kissing you before starting to blow on the spoon of hot soup to feed you. He gently wiped the corner of your lips and put the bowl down and stared at your four little munchkins together with you.

The small specs of white on the two babies' hair mingled together with the pure white of their older siblings. Earlier, you could feel how Saika is just holding off the cute aggression for her younger brother and sister by hugging her Kiku-nii instead.

"... This is more than I've ever wished for since we got married, 'Toru." The smile on your lips cannot be erased. After almost a decade of marriage, the struggles and joys, and four children... sitting here on your home's engawa with your husband, time has proven your resilience and love for each other.

"I can't say the same." Satoru looked at you with the same dazzling ocean eyes from 10 years ago, softer and more loving as time passed. "Every day with you and our children has always made me keep wishing for one more day longer..."

In this uncertain life, where there's no telling when or where it begins or ends. One more day makes a difference.

Satoru’s hands found your cheeks, calloused thumbs tracing the soft curve beneath your eyes. His breath was close, warm, carrying the faint scent of the familiar kikufuku cream and the evening air. You didn't need words — not anymore.

He leaned in slowly, as if the years had taught him there was no need to rush something sacred. His lips met yours with the same tenderness he used to cradle your newborns — reverent, deliberate. The world around you blurred. Only the press of his mouth against yours remained — not hungry, not hurried, but full of the quiet ache of love that had lasted seasons, storms, and time.

He kissed you like a man who had known your youth, held your hand through exhaustion, and memorized every line time had written on your face — and loved them all.

The kiss deepened only slightly, not in urgency but in meaning — a silent promise folded into the space between heartbeats: I am always yours... always...

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, lips parted just barely — as if even that short distance between you felt like too much.

“I love you, my wife… I love you.” His voice barely rose above a breath, but it carried the weight of years — like a devotion spoken at the altar of everything you’d built together.

Before you could answer, Satoru leaned in again, his lips finding yours with deeper intent. This kiss was slower, surer — not the soft brush from before, but something fuller, drawn from the quiet well of longing he still carried for you.

His hand slipped to the nape of your neck, holding you as though anchoring himself in the moment. His mouth moved over yours — patient, reverent — like he was relearning you, even though he never forgot. He never did, and never could.

The wind chime on the engawa clinkled as the gentle breeze blew in, reminding you that this is home...

—GreyCaelum

// I missed you guys! It's not proofread, but it'll do for now. I hope you enjoyed!//

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With a cute bouquet of carnations and pink roses, the fairy lights shimmering softly against the perfectly curated greens, he can't help but grin at the bouquet he got for you. He can't wait to see you smile when he gets home. You would probably call out his spending, but then again everytime he sees you smile and giggle at his gestures, it's always worth being nagged by you. 

Satoru looked at the time and decided it was better to wait for a taxi than call Ijichi to drive him home. Contrary to popular belief, he needs to take transportation like any normal guy rather than teleporting... Gotta spend money to contribute to the economy.

"C-Can you please just... just one flower..."

He knew it wasn't his business... After all, he's just a stranger. But then again, curiosity got the better of him as he turned around to see a high school boy asking for the owner of the flower shop earlier.

"We're closed, and we have no more flowers." The shop owner shrugged and locked the place while the boy asked again, imploring...

"I... It's for my mother, Sir, even just one stem, I'll pay." The boy hastily pulled out his worn-out wallet...

Satoru pulled up his blindfold a bit and saw that the boy barely had half the money to pay for a decent bouquet. The shop owner sighed and shook his head, telling the boy no for the last time before leaving...

Well... again that's not his problem... Satoru shrugged and looked forward, waiting for a taxi... where's a taxi when you need one? If he solves every problem he faces, then he should retire from being a sorcerer and do a 360° career change.

The boy stood beside him... a downcast look on the young and tired face. The flower shops are all closed at this time, or if not closed, have little to no more flowers to arrange after being bought earlier in the day.

The boy's phone rang. And now Satoru can't help but be hyperaware of the boy beside him. He barely reaches Satoru's shoulders, clearly still a boy in his early teens.

"... Ma, did you drink your medicine?" The boy answered the call with a sheepish smile on his lips. "I told you not to go outside and wait for me; it's cold. You'll catch a cold again... Me...? Of course, I'll visit you, wait for me at the hospital, okay?"

The call hung up, and the boy started to walk in the opposite direction, blowing on his cupped palms to warm them up from the cold February.

Ah... This is so not him... Satoru rubbed the back of his head. It's not his problem... He clicked his tongue. You've rubbed off on him too much. It's messing him up. And the next thing he knew, he was handing the bouquet to the boy, telling him to go to the hospital and give it to his mom. The boy tried to pay him the last cents he had, but Satoru shrugged, opting to have the small melon candy on the boy's hand and walked away.

Satoru sighed, the flower shops are closed at this time. What should he get you instead? Maybe he should just sneak into his mother's garden and pluck some flowers to bunch up, but then again, he sucks at arranging things.

Satoru scratches his head and looks around. He should buy you chocolates for now, at least he has something to bring home to you. He passes a flower shop still open, but no more flowers are displayed on the shelf. He looks up at the name.

Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets...

That sounds familiar... Probably it's a well-known flower shop. Since it's still open, it must still have flowers being sold. He pushed the door open, and the bell chimed. A lady with curly hair dressed in a white polo shirt tucked into her jeans, topped with a brown apron, looked up.

"Welcome, just in time, I was about to close, Sir." The lady smiled.

It's strange... Satoru looked around. The place looked so familiar, as if he had been here before. The whole place was serene, the faint scent of cherry blossom filled the shop, along with the inconspicuous butterflies fluttering around the vibrant shrubs.

"A bouquet... do you have any bouquet left? It's for my wife." Satoru took out his wallet, ready to pay no matter the price.

The lady smiled and gestured for him to sit first.

"I'm sorry to tell you we don't have any bouquets left, only one stem of flowers is left."

The lady turned to the shelf on the wall. There are five rows of potted flower shrubs. None of them is your favorite flower... He's really not a flower enthusiast, so he doesn't know the names. Satoru sighed.

"Which flower on that shelf means 'thank you and I love you'? I'll get that one." Satoru scanned the blooms, remembering the meaning of flowers on the shelf. 

"You must really love your wife a lot, Sir." The florist took a flower from one of the coolers and carefully wrapped the single apricot-colored flower, its cupped shape exuding a delicate, tea-like, peachy fragrance wafting through the room.

"She's the best thing in my life... to our kids and me." Satoru stared at the flower he had never seen before. It's so adorable and at the same time such a rare find.

The florist hummed and took a pot from the lowest shelf, it's a very small shrub with six buds about to bloom.

"I think this would be perfect." The florist gently put the plant and the single-stem bouquet in front of Satoru. It looks like the bloom of the potted plant. Satoru leaned closer. The buds were tight as folded secrets, their outer petals tinted green at the edges, blushing inward to warm apricot. One of them had already begun to loosen, petal by petal, like a breath being let out slowly. The color deepened toward the center—peach, then cream, then something almost honeyed—soft enough to look edible, too precious to touch.

"What does it mean?" He looked at the unfamiliar flower. It looked like a mix peony with a rose and he has no idea what it was.

The lady smiled and adjusted the ribbon around the pot, fingers moving with practiced care.

"It's a juliet rose," she said. "Not the kind that tries to impress at first glance. It opens slowly, petal by petal, as if it's thinking things through. Even at its fullest, it keeps itself gathered—never messy, never careless."

She turned the pot slightly, letting the light settle into the heart of one bud.

"It's given for gratitude that's grown roots. For love that's been proven in ordinary days—meals cooked, hands held, arguments survived. It doesn't say passion." A small smile touched her lips. "It says thank you for staying. And I love you for everything you are, even when no one is watching."

She put it carefully in a paper bag with a transparent front and small holes that let the plant breathe without being squished inside.

"The melon candy in your pocket, that would be enough." The florist once again smiled. "A bloom for each member of your family."

Whatever force it was that prompted him to do her bidding, Satoru couldn't comprehend it at all because the next thing he knew, he was riding a taxi on his way home, the flower in his hand and the pot of shrub on his other arm. He has no recollection of hailing a taxi... Satoru rubbed his temples.

What just happened?

But he didn't have time to dwell on it as the taxi pulled up before his home.

"Satoru?" You opened the door for him with a wide smile, then a confused look at the pot in his hand... followed by the kids rushing beside you to hug his legs.

"Papa!" Saika reaches up for his Papa to carry her.

"Why were you so late, Papa? We made chocolates." Kouki pouts while hanging on his father's leg.

You ruffled the kids' hair and asked them to get their father a glass of water while Satoru changed. Keigo and Seira are asleep in their bassinets despite the loud noise.

"What's that in your hand?" You glanced. Happy to see the flowers, and you're more confused about why he got a potted plant for Valentine's.

Satoru smiled and held your hips to kiss you first. The sweet powder scent of cocoa lingered on you, your vanilla-scented hair was mouthwatering, and he could almost taste all of you in one single intake.

"Happy Valentine's, baby." He grinned and presented to you the single stem. "I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to be the bouquet I reserved for you..." His mouth curved like it wanted to say something more than his words allowed, then thought better of it. He shifted his weight, fingers rubbing together once before he looked up again, eyes softened, brows drawn just enough to admit fault without naming it.

"What flower is this? It's so pretty, and I've never seen one like this before." You smiled as you admired the flower in your hand. You brought it to your nose, its mild peachy scent filled your senses. "It's beautiful, 'Toru." 

He could only kiss your forehead once again and presented you with the potted plant. 

"The florist said, it's a juliet rose. And it has six blooms too, one for ea—" Satoru froze before he can finish... 

 "A bloom for each member of your family." 

How did the florist know there were six of them in the family?

"Honey? What's wrong?" You held his forearm.

"N-Nothing... Well..."  Satoru stared at his wife. His beautiful, beautiful wife... "How about you go upstairs and change, baby? I made a reservation for the two of us tonight."

"Really?" She smiled with a small frown. "Where would that be?"

Satoru shrugged and guided you inside, where the two kids were sneakily hiding a KitKat bar. Fully forgetting the glass of water for him. 

"You mentioned you liked the food in Hei Fung Terrace last week..." He nuzzled your hair, pressing kisses to your temples as he inhaled your signature scent. "I already told Mother to watch over the kids until tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry about them."

"But Keigo and Seira—"

"My wife deserves some pampering, too. Our babies will be fine with my mother, and we have hired nannies you personally hired, don't we?" He assured you as he kissed the back of your hands. "I booked us a room in The Peninsula, but if you want, we can always come home after our dinner."

You pouted at him, but soon relented when your mother-in-law came knocking on the door.

"Papa, where are you going with Mama?" Kouki tugged at his sleeves.

"Your Mama and I are going on a date night, son. Mama needs some relaxin' because she's tired from giving birth to Keigo and Seira and staying up late." He explained to his little boy, who looked thoughtful and soon nodded. "I'll take you and Saika to the aquarium tomorrow, how does that sound?" He ruffled Kouki's hair.

"I wanna go to the strawberry farm, Papa..." Kouki pouted. The exact pout he got from you and Satoru couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"Okay, we'll go to the strawberry farm as well."

Satoru carried the heavy boy and went to the mat where Saika is playing with her dolls and the babies are quietly sleeping. Keigo and Seira looked like two apples, red and cute without trying hard... He can't help but chuckle at how thick their hairs are now after all the wishes of Kouki and Saika to have siblings with your hair. But once again, it seems that all the babies you have are the hair. Their faces are simply Gojo genes showing off. Not to add the peculiar eye colors they have...

Seira has a sky-blue eye color on the outer part of her iris, but then it is mixed with your eye color closer to the pupil. Keigo has the opposite, your eye color on the outer edge of his iris, and his sky blue eyes closer to his pupils. He could remember the panic you all had the second they could open their eyes. Thankfully, the doctor ruled out any complications and diagnosed it as a rare condition called central heterochromia.

His children's eyes were breathtaking... If others praise his bright sky blue eyes, then his childrens' are more beyond compare. From Kouki, Saika, Seira, and Keigo. They were all precious and beautiful. Each is a masterpiece, a perfect example that with you, everything is better... Everything is beautiful if it has you and him.

"Let's just go tomorrow... Tonight, I just want to huddle together." You softly whispered, staring at the four little kids all huddled together on your laps...

Satoru knew no persuading could change your mind from moving in this place, not that he would like to, make you do anything against your wishes.

"Alright, tomorrow then, you pamper yourself because I'm coming to get you for a night out just the two of us." He settled in, pressing a gentle but long kiss to your temple, inhaling a deep breath, and pushing you closer to his chest.

"I know it's pretty late, but... Happy Valentine's, love... I hope you know, I can never love anyone anymore as much as I do you." His whisper grazed your ear, sending a soft shiver through you.

Two fingers tilted your chin, slow and sure, drawing your gaze to his.

He paused—just close enough for his breath to warm your lips—before closing the distance in a gentle, lingering kiss.

—GreyCaelum A/N: i hope you all are doing well, uni has fully hijacked my life but here it is a small treat that i hope you enjoy! i miss you all so much and missed writing for our small corner

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Saika was the first one to discover Satoru who didn't waste time hopping off the bean bag and started meowing, rubbing, and purring around Saika's legs. Your daughter just came home from her piano lessons and had to be picked up by the chauffeur because you don't wanna leave Satoru in this bizarre state of his.

"Oh! Hi, pretty kitty! You look just like me!" Your daughter exclaimed and dropped to her knees to hug the cat—Satoru—and called you from the kitchen.

"Mama! Did Papa get me a cat?!" She came running to you carrying the heavy cat—Satoru who meowed at you and let his daughter carry him in his cat form around.

The ladle hit the ground as you asked her to put him down gently on the floor but Satoru didn't seem to share the same idea as he meowed loudly and clung to Saika.

What a drama queen!

"Satoru! Claws off!" You weren't able to stop yourself from calling him out. Satoru in his cat form threw his head back and meowed loudly, vocally expressing himself and his disagreement with you but finally let go of Saika.

"Mama, did you name him like Papa?" Saika looked up to her mother in confusion and back to the kitty. "Papa will be jealous" She adds with a sure face. "We need to name him anothe—"

She wasn't able to finish that as the door was slammed open with a panting Kouki. Your son's eyes zeroed out on the cat—Satoru. Satoru nonchalantly runs in his son's direction and starts meowing as if telling him what you did to him.

All the while Kouki just stared at the cat and as if listening to the litany he was meowing...

"Okay, enough. You're giving me a headache with all the yapping." You shook your head and scooped the hairball fluff into your arms. "Snacks are on the table." You told the kids before going upstairs with cat—Satoru in your arms.

"Meow!"

"Don't start..."

"Meow, meow, meow!"

"..." You stared at the cat, staring back at you with an annoying subtle smirk on his lips.

"You do realize I could have you neutered and you'll never know whether you're keeping those balls or not when you come back to normal, rightttt Hun?" You smiled sweetly to the feline—Satoru, whose non-existent shoulder from his chonky fat body slackened at the word 'neuter'. His blue eyes widened as if accusing you of a heinous crime as he immediately curled up, trying to hide in your arms. Vocalizing a tiny meow to poke your conscience.

Closing the bedroom door, you put him on the bed which he immediately curled in his side, turning his back on you...

"Well... what do you want for dinner? Obviously, I can't feed you normal cat food." You pull him close then place him on your lap, petting his tummy. "I can boil some chicken for you... or some wagyu beef we have on the fridge."

He rolled over your lap, presenting his belly as he gave you a very big yawn.

"Meow meow!"

"Wagyu?" You asked in confirmation.

"Meow..." He licked his nose and patted your hand which stopped petting his belly.

"Mama! Where's Papa?" Saika asked from the other side of the door. "He promised to give me an ice cream tonight." You could hear the pout in your daughter's voice.

Kouki turns the knob slowly and enters with his sister... He's still eyeing the cat who looked at them and meowed in greeting...

"That's Papa right, Mama?" Your son looked at you and back to the cat. "I saw it, he turned into a cat..." they climbed onto the bed and Satoru jumped to rub against Kouki's shoulder and lick Saika's cheek.

Saika's eyes widened... her eyes landed back on Satoru for a long time before they slowly watered and she bursted out crying.

Satoru licks her tears, patting her arm, circling around his daughter trying to console her. He meows at you as if asking for help.

"Papa's a cat?!" She sniffles. "Am I a c-cat too, Mama?" She hiccups with fat tears rolling down her face.

"You're already a cat, Sai..." Kouki adds.

"Wha—No!" You covered your lips to stop the laughter threatening to spill. "It's just a temporary situation, okay? Papa's gonna be fine, it's a curse he got from work but he'll be totally back to his normal self... I just don't know when." You slowly explained to your bawling daughter.

"Meow!"

"It's fine, sweetie... Don't cry, Papa's fine. Okay?" You consoled the girl who hiccuped between her tears. "And Kou, stop playing with your father's fur, your allergy could act up any second, sweetheart." You reminded Kouki who was hugging his father's cat form, burying his nose on the snowy fur and rolling around the bed while Satoru just let his son do whatever with his feline body.

"i'm n-not a c-cat?" Saika sniffles.

"No, sweetie of course not." You consoled her. Wiping away the fat tears on her cheeks, hugging the little treasure's body into your arms and also pulling in Kouki into the cuddle... Satoru in his cat form rubbed against the three of you and plop on your lap.

You left the three of them on the bedroom to cook dinner. Eventually the cuddles continued as you decided to have a movie marathon with the kids and let them sleep with you for tonight. Saika fell asleep first, curled up beside Satoru who is let her hold his floofy tail while she slept. Kouki was curled on to you side, watching the movie with you.

"Papa's gonna be okay..." Kouki says out of nowhere and pets Satoru's head. "Papa's the strongest." Your son beamed at you with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, he is..." You kissed your son's head and ruffled his hair. "Papa's the strongest... troublemaker." You added.

"Meow!"

Kouki giggles. You just smiled. As far as you know, when it comes to cuddles and loving' Kouki turns to you but when it comes to affirmations Kouki always counts on to his Papa. Satoru is his idol and nothing could make him change his mind, much to his father's delight.

You fell asleep together, the movie was on but the three of you were knocked out except for a certain cat...

Purring to himself he carefully treads between the entangled limbs and curls to your chest. Subconsciously your lips found his furry forehead, pressing a light peck before he licked your jaw and curled deeper into you, making some biscuits as he purred and purred. He feels so safe and loved in your presence.

The next day...

"Papa can you turn to a cat?"

"Wha—of course not Sai, yesterday was just a very very special situation."

"Yeah, it was special because I didn't get allergies around your cat fur Papa." Kouki adds.

You woke up to your husband and kids talking... But you decided to keep your eyes shut and just listened.

"Can't everyday be a very very special day so you can turn to a cat, Papa?" You could vividly see Saika's puppy eyes even with your eyes closed.

"No, Cat. How can Papa do this?!"

The loud squeals of both the kids enveloped the room. Satoru tickles them to wheezing until one eventually taps out.

"Papa can't do this if I was a cat, no?"

"I like Papa when he's a cat, coz I don't get allergies when I play with you!" Kouki exclaims.

"if I was a cat then I can't do this too!"

Suddenly your feet were pulled back effectively ending your eavesdropping as you shriek in surprise. Landing on top of your husband's lap with his shit eating grin on his face.

"Miss me Honey? Almost lost my family's crown jewels to your threat yesterday, gonna pay for that, Mrs. Gojo."

"W-Wait!" You didn't have time to escape as your three menaces drown you with tickles and kisses the first thing in the morning.

Well... You wouldn't have it in any other way.

Bonus:

You push several sheets of paper in front of Satoru...

"What's this, Baby?" He was munching on some tuna sandwiches while you and Kouki just came from the hospital. Behind you, Kouki and Saika are looking at him with awfully twinkling eyes.

"This mochi's immunotherapy to his car allergies seemed to have worked." You chuckled.

"Well... That's a good thing! Right?" Satoru looks up confused.

"We can finally get a cat!" Saika cheers.

"I want a Maine Coon, Papa!" Kouki interjects.

"No! I want a Norwegian Forester, Kiku-nii!"

"Papa!" They both chorus and tug at his legs.

Satoru looked up to you for help. You shrugged and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

"I'm not cleaning litter boxes, just so you three know."

—GreyCaelum

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"How are you, my babies? Did you miss Dada? Bet you missed me more though?" Satoru stood up and grinned at you. "You're 10 weeks, Honey, our babies here are as big as kumquats!"

You can't burst his bubble when he is sparkling in excitement as he leans back down and kisses your belly over and over and over until you get annoyed by the smooching sounds and pull him up. Satoru pulls you up to still on the kitchen stall while he peels some kumquat for you. He pushes a bowl with three peeled kumquats.

"Two kumquats for my sunshines and one for my pretty wifey, hehe, imagine, they're so tiny like this... and and... they're all curled up and..." He started mumbling as he giggled tracing patterns over your still small belly while you ate a piece of the kumquat.

"Don't start Satoru." You can't help but reign him down before he starts something.

"Try me." He giggled and kissed you, sneaking a lick to taste the kumquat zest on your lips.

WEEK 12: Lime

"Mama! Mama! We bought you a green orange!" Saika ran towards you as you joined in their stroll after Satoru told you they were in the shopping district just near the meeting you had. She collided with your leg and grinned up to you.

"A green orange? You mean a lime, sweetie?" You took the net with three limes inside. Bending down to kiss her is starting to be taxing with your growing belly that's a bit bigger than normal since you're having two of them inside.

"Papa said sunshines are as big as limes. When are they gonna get big enough so we can play with them, Mama?" Kouki held your hand as Satoru subtly kissed your forehead before taking your bag.

"We're gonna wait until winter, maybe by then our lil' sunshines here will be ready by then."

"Winter?! That's too long!" Saika bemoaned making you and Satoru laugh.

"Believe me, sweetie, it'll fly by."

WEEK 14: Peach

"Look what I haveeeee~" You didn't have to turn around as your feet were swept off the ground.

"Hey! 'Toru?! Put me down!"

Satoru giggled and pushed you up the counter standing between your legs to kiss your belly.

"Our babies here are as big as these peaches~" On his hand, there's a clutch of three peaches. "Lemme peel them first. Bet you missed me the whole day."

"Of course... I did not."

He held his heart and feigned death before chuckling as he peeled the sticky peach.

"How was the clan meeting? I heard they've been a pain in the ass regarding the new education system for the kids in the clan?"

You hummed and held your belly while he opened the fruit, and there were two seeds inside. "Love, keep those seeds and have someone plant them in our villa at the estate."

"Why?" Satoru looks up to you in curiosity.

"Nothing much, it's a good omen." You shrug. "Anyway, the kids in the estate like the idea of it, but you know the elders, I understand that they worry that more and more kids in the Gojo clan would prefer to work in civilian jobs rather than the jujutsu society. I'm still gauging on what extent this will benefit the clan but mostly it'll end up compromising some of the kids with higher potential with their curse energy."

Satoru placed the bowl with three slices of peaches in it.

"I'll drop by the estate training grounds tomorrow, have the kids come around for a light spar." He hums as you bite in the sweet fruit.

"What for?"

"They gotta be strong enough to defend themselves before leaving the nest." He shrugs making you raise a brow. "I'll bring Kou and Sai along, gotta learn whatever they can learn." He chuckles as he hears the kids running down the stairs.

WEEK 16: Avocado

"Honey?! Why didn't you tell me you're coming over? I could've sent someone to pick you up from the foot of the mountain." Satoru shuffled from his seat and rushed to the door where you were standing with a bento box at hand. "You smell so creamy." He buried his nose in the space of your neck taking a good amount of inhale before letting go and looking at you up and down.

"You can't keep me in bed all day besides walking is good for pregnant women." You scrunched your nose at how stuffy his office is. "I brought you lunch too, it's been quite a long time since I dropped by to bring you lunch."

Satoru excitedly opens the bento box you got.

"Oh!!! You made me a tako wiener!" He guffawed at the octopus-shaped sausages you added in the lunch box popping one of them immediately to his mouth and chewing with gusto. "I'm so glad you married me." Behind that blindfold, you could already imagine the puppy eyes he was giving you.

"What the heck?" You chuckled as he started to eat without sitting down.

"Y'know, I bought something for you later, but since you're here, lemme get it for you? Just, sit right here..." He guides you to sit on his super comfy and soft swivel chair while he grabs something from his small fridge hidden from plain sight by a sliding door. "I saw this in the convenience store earlier and thought about you."

He places three rows of sliced avocados in front of you with a small bowl of tuna flakes. Satoru sat on the table facing you—sitting on his chair.

"Just eat as much as you can, I'll eat the rest if you can't finish it."

"And you keep telling me to stay still? If you keep feeding me and not let me work, I'll be a whale." You pouted as you savored the avocado and a bite of the tuna flakes.

"No, you won't be, I'll have you exercise in the bedroom under my supervision." He winks making you kick his shin and he lets out a laugh. "Just kidding, don't be pouty my pretty Mrs. Gojo, okay?"

WEEK 18: Capsicum

"Before you judge me, I have my reason." Satoru took off his apron and sighed.

"Put that apron back on." You sighed, it's one of his tactics in distracting you... wearing nothing on top but just his apron and cotton pants, barefoot in the kitchen with his bedroom hair.

Hormones... You fanned yourself and looked away from the sight of his hard abs and pecs.

"No, and okay, I'll explain." He chuckles, leaning closer to give you a man's eye view of his pecs and abs ridge, stirring your attention on his body rather than the plate before you. "I wasn't sure what to do with the bell pepper, okay? I didn't know if you want to eat spicy food while pregnant so don't judge me if I made it a garnish instead."

"Love..." You bit your lips, you weren't angry or even annoyed, it's just that Satoru didn't happen to like your stifled giggle at his artwork. "You massacred the capsicum..."

"It's a flower! Look these are the petals and the spinach is the leaf." Satoru frowned, reasoning with you as he showed you the YouTube video tutorial, he based his work on. "It looks the same to me."

WEEK 20: Banana

"Banana for you, for me, for you, and you, and those two~" Satoru held two bananas and danced towards you while playfully aiming the banana at you, and the two munchkins cuddled beside you.

"Is it banana week now?" You chuckled and reached to kiss him welcome home as he bent down to accept your kiss with a wide grin.

"Well, our sunshines here must be as big as a banana now." Satoru kneels down and kisses your pointy belly. "You want banana shake, Honey?"

He strips off his dark turtleneck uniform leaving him in his white compression shirt, holding three bananas as he walks to the kitchen.

"Mama..." Kouki opens his eyes from sleep, rising from your lap still somehow a bit groggy.

"Hungry, Sweetheart?" You kissed his forehead making the boy beg for more as he clung to your neck.

"Mama..."

"Mnnn?"

"Mama, Mama, Mama..." He mumbled over and over, hugging you tight and burying his face in your neck.

"My Sweetheart needs some lovin'?" Kouki nods and whines. Your 5-month baby bump proves to be hard to hug your little boy closer so you opted to kiss his face all over and rub his back soothingly. "How was your sleep?" Lately, he's been so sleepy that it's worrying sometimes since he used to hate sleeping when his curse energy was all over the place.

"T'was nice... I dreamt of playing with babies all day... we'll sleep in the crib together... and..." Kouki hums. "It's a good dream."

"Really?" You chuckled before letting him go as he saw his Papa holding a tray of banana shakes.

"Papa!"

"My Kikufuku's awake! Gimme a kiss and a hug, fluffball." Satoru sets the tray on the table before sweeping off his son from your arms and throwing him up in the air giving you a small heart attack as he perfectly catches the boy and blows raspberries on Kouki's tummy much to the boy's delight.

You sighed. Boys will be boys. You satisfied yourself in sipping the banana shake while combing through Saika's long hair while she slept peacefully unbothered by the noise of her father and brother. Halfway through you'll also have your little ones in your arms, joining the huddle filled with love.

WEEK 22: Lebanese Cucumber

"I wasn't sure when I got this but I remember we could enjoy this together." Satoru squirmed a bit with his hand clasped over his stomach. "'s coldddd brrrrr!" He shivered.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not complaining." You chuckled as you put the slices of cucumber over his eyes. Beside him, Saika is lying on her father's leg with cucumber slices over her eyes too.

"You like it, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mama, will I look pretty like you after this?" She asks confidently.

"You'll be pretty like me Cat." Satoru pipes up, blindly patting his daughter's head.

"I don't want Papa, Mama is prettier."

You could see the pout on Satoru's lips as he whines.

"But you have to take care of your eyes because I love that you and Papa have the same eyes."

That easily blew the pouting between your cats.

"Kouki don't eat that!"

No wonder your son was so silent he was already eating the bowl of cucumber slices behind the bed and ran away when you saw him taking the bowl with him as he laughed.

WEEK 24: Ear of Corn

"Grilled."

"Stir-fried."

"Grilled!"

"Kikufuku, it's better to grill corn."

"No, Papa, we need stir fry."

"Mama!"

"Baby!"

They chorused and looked at you.

"Me?" You look up from the corn pudding Satoru's mother sent over. You wiped your mouth and cleared your throat.

"Mama, I want stir-fried corn." Kouki immediately ran to you and hugged your leg, blinking up to you with his puppy eyes.

"Honey, grilled corn is better, I promise you." Satoru took off his blindfold and also flashed you his puppy eyes."

"Why don't you just make both? Grilled and the other stir fry?" You hummed.

"No way... I'm tired." Satoru pouted.

"Mama... I want stir fry, pleaseeeeeeeeee."

Really... you gotta do what the light of the house does.

"Let's have some corn soup. So, no one fights."

WEEK 26: Green Onion

"How are you feeling?" Satoru opens the door with a tray in his hand.

Your body feels so heavy and your nose is clogged up, to put it simply you're feeling under the weather.

"Must be from working in the backyard all afternoon." Satoru sets the tray beside you and helps you up to sit. "The kids are asleep, I need to go out for a bit for work, I'll be back by 9 o'clock." He gets the thermometer to check your temperature.

"38.2... should I change your fever patch?"

"No..." You shook your head and opened your mouth for the egg drop porridge he made with lots of green onions on top.

"Should we... go to the doctor? Or I can make the doctor come here." Satoru blows on the spoon before feeding it to you. He looks tame and gentle with how he cares for you.

"It's fine... it'll go down by tomorrow." Hopefully... your pregnancy with Kouki and Saika was fairly smooth, even though Saika was a bit harder without Satoru and that incident with the Tachibana Clan, still... those pregnancies were still easy compared to now.

You feel twice the effect at the same time, so much heavier that even walking for 10 minutes is physically taxing already. There are nights when you are simply restless, unable to sleep with the heat pooling in your body despite the full-blast aircon.

You tried to reach for your phone on the bedside when something constricted.

"Ouch!" Your leg stiffened as you tried to flex your feet.

"Lemme..." Satoru quickly put down the bowl and held your cramping feet, easing the muscles.

"Gently..." You hissed at the crawling tightness in your muscles as you gasped for air.

"There, there... still hurts?" Satoru looks up to you as he gently massages the muscles to loosen up.

"A bit..." a sigh left you as your cramps gradually subsided.

"Hey, Honey..." Satoru took you in his arms and rubbed your back. "It's okay, you're good. It's going to be alright."

You listened to the way he breathes, following Satoru's calm breathing as you also calm down.

"Will you come back soon?"

"Baby, I'll be back by 9 or even before 9," Satoru assures you, pressing kisses to your head. "Want me to bring you some fried chicken from that new kaarage place you mentioned last time?

You shook your head and stared at the bowl of egg rice porridge, and the glass with tall green onions inside.

"What's that for?" You pointed to the green onion.

"I asked Mom—your Mom—what to do with cold and she said to wrap a green onion around your neck, but I can't do that to you." Satoru grimaced at the thought. "So I put it in a glass and put it in your bedside so you can sleep better instead. Hopefully, it works."

"Did you really have to call Mom?" You can't help but find it amusing. 

"Of course, who else am I supposed to call?" He grumbles and feeds you another spoonful.

"Funny because remember that one time you got a really bad case of diarrhea?"

Satoru gave you a dry look at bringing that event again.

"What about it? It's not funny, that expired bread was so good even though it was already bad."

"That time I also called your mother what to do about you."

WEEK 28: Eggplant

"Mama, did you know that if Papa dyes his hair green he will look like an eggplant?"

You let out a strangled choke to keep the orange juice you are drinking from spurting out your mouth. Your daughter has another strange observation once again. You're sitting on the couch watching some horror movie together.

"Don't say that to your Papa, he will sulk." You hum as you eat the doughnuts.

"But he always wears his weird long uniform, he should wear our new shark onesies," Saika pouts.

"I think Papa looks very handsome in his uniform though." Makes it a bit easier to hide his body from any possible homewreckers. But you didn't say the last part.

"Papa! Mama said you look handsome!" Saika giggled and ran behind the kitchen wall where Satoru was grinning ear to ear his arms were on his back as Saika clung to her Papa's leg, giggling.

"You little snitch." You chuckled as Saika ran to hug you back on the couch and Satoru got on one knee before you and cleared his throat. He brought his hand forward and offered you a basket filled with eggplants.

"Will you have my eggplant?"

"What the heck?" You laughed and took the basket from him.

"So your answer?" He grins and caged you between his arms on the couch. Saika giggled and ran upstairs talking to her brother about having some stir-fried eggplant for dinner.

"You're so obscene." You chuckled at the three big eggplants in the basket. "It's a yes, isn't it obvious?" You cradled your heavy belly.

"Right..." Satoru laughed and kissed you. "Got you pregnant with my eggplant eh?"

You end up taping his mouth as you cook some fried eggplants for dinner.

WEEK 30: Cabbage

"You're buying too much."

You watch him keep adding to cart maternity dresses to the cart. It's the kind of dresses that cost above than what you would spend on clothes. You don't have to say much knowing how much he spends on his T-shirt which you don't complain much, Satoru spends a lot but he makes a lot besides the bank account used for the spending in the home is enough to maintain everything.

"But you will look cute in these dresses." Satoru hums his hand resting on your hips while the other scrolled through the iPad on his knee.

"You know that I won't get to wear that much anyway because I'm due in two or three months. Besides, my gifts from friends and family were more than enough." You lay your head on his shoulder, watching him scroll for a new baby clothes set.

"It's okay, we can always have them fixed so you can wear them after. But for now, as much as possible you can have as many dresses as you can choose from." Satoru kissed your forehead and added.

The doorbell rang and Kouki ran to get it followed by Satoru. When they went back they holding a grocery bag.

"For our sunshines and Mommy!" Satoru walks inside and Kouki runs to give you the long bag.

"What's this?" You chuckled seeing three big cabbages inside of the bag.

"We're having okonomiyaki tonight, like it?"

"Okonomiyaki? With cabbage?"

"Yes, just wait here, I'll make dinner."

You didn't complain as you watched him make his way through the kitchen, wearing an apron as he skilfully chopped through the ingredients he was going to use, soon Kouki came over to help with well, sneaking some bites of the carrots and shredded cabbage.

"We don't have a teppan." You sighed as you stood up, holding your heavy belly as you walked to them, kissing Kouki's head as you stood beside him.

"I'll use the regular pan." Satoru hums and finishes making the batter of the pancake.

"I can't wait for my baby sister and brother, Mama. Do you think they will like the squishmallow I bought?" Kouki kissed your belly and rubbed it gently.

"They will love it." You assured him.

Satoru gave you the first sample of his pancake which you took a bite and gave a thumbs up.

"It's very yummy, Honey."

"I promise I will be a good brother to you too sunshine..." Kouki rested his chin on your belly and grinned at you.

WEEK 32: Small Pumpkin

"I can't believe I'm currently having two babies this big inside."

You marveled at the small pumpkins Satoru gave you.

"How are they? Did they kick you or anything?" Satoru rubbed your belly and kissed you before bringing the three pumpkins he brought to the kitchen and went to the common bathroom to change.

"Not really, they were very good." You caressed your bump and smiled. "What are we gonna do with those pumpkins?"

"C'mere, Baby." Satoru pulled down his shirt and opened his arms for you. "Anything you want to do with it?"

"Mnn, not really." You inhaled his scent and gave him a thumbs up. He smells nice.

"Y'know my students are asking why I smell like the dishwashing liquid. And I have to explain that we don't have detergent liquid because I don't want them to know you don't like my smell."

You laughed, rubbing your face in his chest inhaled his scent, and put your hand on his waist making him squeal in tickles.

"Don't start." He bit your ears in exchange and hugged you tight before you could escape. "My mother sent a pumpkin pie for you, she said you called last time about wanting some pumpkin pie."

"She did?" You chuckled and looked at the side looking for the box of pie.

"Yeah, don't worry I tasted it and there's nothing in it just... pumpkin."

"What the heck?" You laughed. "Of course, there's pumpkin, last time Mother also made a coconut pie for me, it was delicious."

"Mama! Mama! It's so yummy!" Saika came running from the kitchen with some crumbs on her lips with her brother trailing behind holding a plate of the pie slice.

"You want one Ma?" Kouki offered you the slice.

You accepted the slice and ruffled your son's head for thanks.

WEEK 34: Cantaloupe Melon

"That's big..." You stared in awe at the cantaloupe he just brought home.

"Want a shake, Baby?" Satoru hums.

"Yes please, it's so hot here."

Satoru looked at the aircon already in full swing.

"Mnn..." Satoru pulled the blender out and started prepping the ice and cream. "Baby, I've been thinking... You're now close to your due date and we should probably stay in the Gojo Estate for now."

You look up to him.

"Or maybe in the hospital itself," Satoru added.

"I'm fine, Love..."  You sighed. "There could be someone more in need of the room I will be staying in the hospital and besides, I feel more comfortable in our home."

"But, Baby... this is not your usual pregnancy... I can't sit still at work worrying about you..." Satoru stopped making shake and walked over to you, holding your hand as he brought it to his lips. "Please? If you don't want the hospital, then the house in the villa... It's near the main house where the machines needed for childbirth are ready. 

"But I wanna stay here, I even starting a little cuddle nest here." Sure you did and it was in the kids' nursery room. You pouted and looked up to Satoru.

"I'll stay in the hospital three days before my due date or maybe in the villa, okay? If ever I feel something is off I will go there as soon as possible but not for now. Okay?"

Satoru sighed and nodded, accepting the peck you gave him.

"Okay... Still want that melon shake?"

"Yes!"

WEEK 36: Romaine Lettuce

"We're having yakiniku tonight!" Satoru held three bunches of romaine lettuce as he barged in the door only to find you on the couch with the two kids by your side holding two bags... the unmistaken baby bags he packed himself.

"Oh, what's this?" Satoru put the grocery bag on the table and looked at the three of you. "What happened, Baby?"

"We're having the babies I think~"

Satoru gasped and the two munchkins giggled.

"Then why are we still here?! Wait, where do you want to go? Hospital? Villa?" Satoru stood up.

He grabbed the bags and kneeled to put on your shoes.

"I don't think I'm going to give birth yet, besides my water didn't break yet." You held the hem of his shirt. "I will go to the hospital..."

You know more than anyone that this pregnancy and childbirth will be different from the previous one you had. You don't want to ever take the risk despite knowing Satoru will never hesitate to ensure all your needs are met, and yet it is better to be in the hospital since this is an uncanny situation you have...

"We're going now, kids you'll have to stay with your grandparents." Satoru barely listened as he called someone and soon enough the car rolled up to get you both.

"Satoru, breathe Love." You chuckle when you feel he's barely breathing as he holds you.

"I am. What do you think I'm doing?" He huffs. Sweat beads were forming on his temples

"I dunno, you're not breathing when you're holding me." It's one of the few times he's genuinely panicked for a bit.

"Right, doesn't matter, let's go." He huffs and closes the door.

"What's gonna happen to the romaine lettuce?" You raise a brow.

"I dunno! All I know is that's supposed to be the size of our baby coming out of you."

WEEK 38: Mini Watermelon

"Love, I want a watermelon."

"Baby, you're in labor." Satoru stood up from the couch offered by the hospital and went to your bedside. He took your hand in his. "I could go ask the doctor if it's okay..."

"We've been here since last week's Friday and it's Thursday now... I deserve to eat before my active labor starts Satoru."

You didn't have to tell him twice with how your eyes narrowed. He swallowed before nodding.

"I'll ask someone to buy—"

"No, I want you to buy it."

"Baby!"

"Sa.To.Ru."

"Fine..." His imaginary tail fell down and his shoulders slackened. "What if you give birth and I won't be there?"

"Do I look like I'm giving birth in the following hour?" You pointed to your belly as he helped you sit on the bed. "I feel like I could do cartwheels and the babies would still be sleeping in my womb. Besides, the watermelons are just in the cafeteria, just 10 or 20 minutes and you'll be back here."

Satoru looked at you doubtfully but followed your cravings.

"I'll be back, sit tight, okay?" He walks to the door, like a kicked pup. "You call me okay? Or the nurse."

"I know, I know, go already." You waved to shoo him out. When he's out you finally stand up, somehow walking around the private room for a bit to move your muscles. Kouki and Saika have been very excited to meet their sibling, especially Kouki who kind of remembers that you also had to stay in the hospital for some time before you gave birth to Saika.

Your OB doctor decided not to induce you at 36 weeks since your other baby who is still developing might be affected, instead, you all decided to wait it out since you are still in your prodromal labor. At this rate, you might even give birth at full term to both of them... It's 4 in the afternoon already.

You reach for your water jug on the table. It's a bit heavy. You drank a bit. Some spilled down... and some more... and more...

You looked down at your legs and the puddle of trickling water on the floor.

"Satoru!"

—GreyCaelum

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Many traditionalist clans spited Satoru for such "preposterous" action. While the minority saw it as progress. Either way, they have not much of a choice but to address you accordingly as the Madam of the Gojo Clan and treat you as the wife of Gojo Satoru.

"If you don't feel good, you can excuse yourself and go with Yuta Onii-chan. He's guarding outside." You held hands with an eight-year-old Kouki who is wearing his light blue traditional haori and hakama with the Gojo Clan crest whereas you wear a kurotomesode with five Gojo Clan crests signifying the formality of this meeting. "Whatever you hear in the meeting must stay in that room and will never be brought out, do you understand, sweetheart?"

"I will be fine. I will sit beside you and protect you, Mama." Kouki looked at you with a determined look on his face so much as if you were looking at Satoru.

"Really? Mama feels safe having you beside me today sweetheart." You gently pat his head and motion for your bodyguards to stand outside as you enter the meeting chambers of the Three Great Sorcerer Clans and the Higher-ups.

You walked in with a stolid greeting to everyone as you found your seat on the round table and Kouki sat one step behind you in an impeccable seiza form he perfected in his etiquette classes.

It seems no one has expected the young scion of the Gojo Clan today and didn't take long to point out your son's presence. The others greeted Kouki as he returned them politely, the others took some time to eye the son of Gojo Satoru before turning to you.

"This isn't a playground for kids to easily enter."

You glance at the vicious tone of a minor clan head, one of the few traditionalists who survived the crusade.

"He is eight years old, and done with his hakama-no-gi." You glance at your son wearing his kimono like any adult in this room, then back to the older man. "Borrowing my husband's words, it's a field trip."

"Gojo Y/n, this meeting is not for kids to attend. This regards confidential matters of the Jujutsu administration. What are you trying to do?" An elder man seconded the motion.

"Young as he is, my son is one of the candidates as heir to the Gojo Clan. He needs to learn. Unfortunately, my daughter is still young so she cannot attend yet." You smiled.

Kouki saw the disagreement and unsatisfied looks of the people around them.

This is probably why his father always looks haggard when talking about this formal stuff. Clenching his fists he kept his mouth shut and looked at the people around the table, imprinting their faces in the back of his head. If he wants to protect the people he loves, then he will need to do better than this. He needs to protect his Mama.

"Oh, Kouki. Are you here to accompany Y/n-san?" Maki, in her hakama and haori with the Zen'in Clan crest, entered the room and was surprised to see the kid sitting behind you.

"Maki-san, good morning." Kouki promptly nodded at his elder sister who sat beside his mother after ruffling his head.

"Y/n-san, good morning. The hamburger steak you sent yesterday was very delicious. Thank you." Maki smiled brightly at you and looked at the people around the table with narrowed eyes.

"The Daiginjo Sake you sent last week was so good too Maki-kun." You chuckled at the younger girl and whispered. "Satoru was knocked out with just one shot."

With the landscape of the Jujutsu clans extensively reformed from the succeeding wars and tragedies that rocked the society's long-term traditions and foundations, it has also been quite rocky but more open for change regarding the stigma and decisions the higher-ups must execute for more viable options regarding the non-sorcerers and sorcerers welfare.

You were focused in the meeting and had long discussions with the people present. Sooner or later you know Kouki will grow bored and you don't fault him if he wants to leave, after all, no matter how good a kid your eight-year-old son is, he is still a kid, too young to sit on seiza for hours straight.

"Kou-kun? Do you want some onigiri?" Yuta sneaked in a rice ball on the boy who sat straight with his hands on his thighs. "We can go out if you want."

"I will stay with Mama." Kouki couldn't fully understand what the elders were discussing but all he cares is that he can see you work and hold your ground in front of all these people so gracefully. You look so effortless as you handle the matters being thrown at you regardless of how heavy the topic is. You've always been a good communicator, unlike his Papa who can be very nonchalant.

An hour later the session took a break and everyone went out to get some fresh air.

"Sweetheart, your legs must hurt from all the sitting, let me see." You were surprised that Kouki managed to sit through the meeting without being fussy.

"Mama, when I grow up, I'll be like you." Kouki scrunched his nose when he felt how numb his legs had gotten from sitting like that. Your surprised eyes met his determined ones.

"Like me? You're gonna handle clan matters, Sweetheart?" You chuckled and took some snacks for Kouki and Yuta to eat.

"No... I'm gonna be calm and smart like you." He met your eyes. "And I'm gonna protect you."

"You don't wanna be like your Papa?" Satoru popped out of the corner, one hand tucked in the pockets of his slacks, the other carrying your four-year-old daughter with her glittery backpack and frilly yellow dress. "Don't you wanna be strong and handsome like Papa too, Kikufuku?"

Satoru walked by your side and set down Saika who immediately ran to hug you.

"Mama! I missed you."

"Satoru..." You hugged Saika but then sighed at your husband. "Why did you bring her here?"

Satoru shrugged, pulling up his blindfold, and exchanged it with his black glasses. From the slit of the glasses, he swept a sharp glance over the spectators who gathered on the corners since he came with his daughter. It was enough to turn them away. He's just making sure no one would bother you and his son and at the same time make a statement to anyone that would dare that he's watching over his family.

Satoru looks back at you and puts an arm around your waist. He glances down at his son who notices the people watching them as well. The boy certainly is observant more than what's expected of him. Good boy... He returned his eyes to you and just grinned.

"For field trip..."

Footnote:

Hakama-no-gi: Five year old boys celebrate this. When wearing a kimono was commonplace, boys would start wearing the hakama and those boys from a samurai family would wear a haori (jacket) over the hakama. This signifies that the boys have started their journey into adulthood.

—GreyCaelum

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"Chonky baby is cute but he'll drain me if I just let him." You kissed the thin sheen of hair on your son's head, as white as snow like his father. Kouki's lashes fluttered, unlatching from you, and he scrunched his nose to snuggle in your chest, yawning for a bit before closing his drowsy eyes back to sleep.

"I'll burp him, lemme..." Satoru opened his arms and gently rubbed Kouki's back. It didn't take long for the little mochi to burp. For some reason, he always burps fast when it's his Papa.

"Satoru don't!"

Chomp

Your eyes widen at your husband sneaking in a bite to the sleeping baby's cheeks, too cute to resist utterly waking a grumpy sleepy mochi.

"Satoru!"

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he tried to soothe the little mochi up.

"Sorry Honey, he was just too cute to resist."

Saika although a pretty small baby has also been breastfed a year and 2 months because it took her quite a while to get used to formula.

It's 2:30 am and it's the Little Treasure's time for milk. Satoru is away for an overseas mission so you have to deal with the night feeding as well. Tired and reluctant, you parted ways with your soft pillow to reach for the bassinet only to be met with an empty space.

Chill ran down your spine as you shot up in panic only to be met by the scene of your drowsy husband sitting on your rocking chair with Saika in his arms suckling on her milk bottle.

"Go back to sleep Honey, I'll put her back after she finishes." Satoru yawned and smiled softly in your direction.

"But you haven't slept yet..." You felt relieved your daughter wasn't fussy. The little one is a little more sensitive and has been quite protected because of the incident before her birth.

"It's fine, look she's too precious when she drinks milk, I can't possibly take my eyes off her." Satoru grinned down at his daughter, suckling despite asleep. "She's so tiny... So precious..." He murmured as he held the bottle of milk for her. "She's perfect."

You smiled at them bonding in the wee hours of dawn as you returned to sleep. By the next morning, it came as no surprise to see Satoru cramped inside Saika's crib, sound asleep as the little Treasure blinked up to you innocently holding her empty milk bottle.

"Ma..mma!"

Bonus:

"What are you looking at?" You warily glanced at your husband when you asked him to help you with the hook of your bra since it's hard for you to reach. Pregnancy for the third time has made you quite adept in asking him for help since if you won't he will pester you and follow you around until he gets to help you with something.

Satoru hummed and kissed your nape, looking at the mirror as he hugged you from the back with his face slotted in the space of your shoulder. A proud smile adorned his lips as he slowly reached to cup your heavy breast and his other hand protectively caress your heavy baby bump sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so sexy, Honey." Satoru praised you peppering kisses to your skin as he sucks on your neck leaving a love bite before staring back at your reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk at your flushed state. "If your milk comes before the babies, can I have a taste test first?"

—GreyCaelum

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"Hey! What did you mean by that wifey?" Satoru comes stomping around. The fake vampire fangs he insisted you buy are on display as he pouted. He's wearing a Dracula costume while he insisted you wear a dress so you can be his bride.

"So Papa can drink Coke Zero because he's a vampire?" Saika innocently asks and you just have to sigh before you let go and mingle with their cousins and relatives.

"Oww!" You hissed when something bit your neck, followed by an arm capturing your waist. "That wasn't nice 'Toru, you chomping cat." You huff, making him chuckle.

"I'm a vampire, now you're calling me a cat? Which one is it?"

"How about both?" You snorted, making him laugh and ask you for candy.

Saika is happy to hop around, exchanging candies with other kids and playing tag. Kouki, on the other hand... just stood on the corner, exchanging candies. Most girls came to exchange with him, but soon enough, he got bored and sat at some chair and started eating his candy while watching the movie on the LED screen.

Satoru sighed when he saw this. His son is literally him as a kid.

But Kouki didn't get much peace when his sister dragged him to play tag. By the time you're going home, the two of them are knocked out. You're carrying Saika, while Satoru carries Kouki. The two of them holding their well-earned basket of candies to their chest.

Satoru tried sneaking out a marshmallow, but Kouki, despite being half-asleep, curled in, preventing his father from taking even a candy away.

"Don't look at me. He didn't inherit that sweet tooth from me." You shrugged on your husband's hurt expression.

"Babe! I want kisses, too."

You glared at him but went over to kiss his lips, only for him to successfully sneak out a pair of chocolate kisses from Saika's basket instead, freezing you on the spot.

"Oh really now?" You raised a brow.

"Wait, I was just joking!" He laughed at your annoyed expression and ran after you to sneak in some kisses while you both walked home his hand on your hip with your tired Little Witch and Vampire Cat curled blissfully in your and Satoru's arms.

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