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Another kick to ribs elicits a groan from Megumi. He sets his book aside and rubs at the sore spot on his ribs that’s been the target all day from this demon spawn inside of him.
He sighs and amends his thoughts. It’s not a demon spawn. It’s the child that he and Satoru very much wanted, the product of endless discussions—because despite Satoru’s carefree and spontaneous attitude, Megumi refused to let this be a carefree and spontaneous decision—and many months of trying. This child is loved—
Another kick.
“I will give you anything you want when you get out of there if you would please stop kick-boxing my ribcage,” he moans, staring down at his swollen stomach.
The answer he receives is another kick to the same spot.
Demon spawn.
He glares down at his stomach. He’s wearing one of Satoru’s t-shirts because even though they’re not much larger, they’re at least longer, but at this stage in the pregnancy, it doesn’t matter. Nothing fits. The shirt is stretched taut over his belly and he can’t pull it down enough to fully cover himself. He should just give up on shirts altogether.
Two swift kicks this time. Megumi wants to scream.
And that’s the exact moment Satoru arrives home from his missions—the door banging on the wall behind it as he thrusts it open. “MEGUMIIIII, I’M HOOOOME!!!” He sings as he steps through the door. He kicks it shut behind him. “How’s my very pregnant husband and our beautiful unborn child today?”
Megumi can’t even find it in himself to be endeared by Satoru’s antics. Instead he glares.
Despite the blindfold, he can feel Satoru’s eyes on him, assessing his mood. “So,” he smiles, “not great.”
“Satoru,” he snaps.
He can’t even lose his patience, at this point it’s been kicked right out of him and as if to emphasize that point, the baby kicks again. Particularly hard this time. Megumi winces.
Satoru’s smile falters. “Rough day?” He asks tentatively.
“ Your child won’t stop kicking my ribs,” he growls. “It’s your fault this baby is going to be 99th percentile for height when it comes out.”
“Gojos like to make an impression.” Satoru grins as he approaches and leans over the back of the couch to kiss Megumi. He refuses to tilt his head back and meet Satoru’s lips so instead Satoru places a kiss on the crown of his head.
He disappears down the hall and Megumi picks up his book, hoping to continue reading if his damn child would cooperate.
The kicks continue, but with slightly less force. Satoru returns and takes Megumi’s book from his hands, setting it aside.
“What are you doing?” Megumi sighs.
“Taking care of you,” Satoru answers simply as he easily scoops Megumi up off the couch and carries him down the hall.
“Satoru, I’m really not in the mood for sex today,” Megumi whined.
Satoru looks down at him, feigning offense. “Is that all you think of me? Just a sex-crazed man?”
“Yes,” Megumi deadpans.
Satoru chuckles. “Fine.” He places Megumi on his feet once they reach the bathroom and Megumi can see their large jacuzzi tub is full. He raises an eyebrow as Satoru starts gently undressing him. “I thought a bath might soothe your aching ribs and maybe calm the kid down.”
“Oh.”
Satoru grins. “Why do you sound so surprised, ‘Gumi? I am capable of taking care of you, you know.”
“I hardly think handing a ten-year-old a can of spaghetti-os would be considered ‘taking care of me.’”
“Alright well I was in my early twenties and didn’t really know what I was doing back then.”
“Clearly,” Megumi quips.
Satoru takes Megumi’s hand and leads him over to the tub, helping him carefully step in and ease down into the water. It’s the perfect temperature and he moans appreciatively.
“Thank you, Satoru,” he mumbles as he sinks further in and leans back against the jets in the tub.
“I’m not done yet.” His tone is light, teasing, and full of love.
Then Megumi feels his husband’s large hands start kneading his shoulders and dipping into the water to hold Megumi up as he massages down his back. The sound that leaves Megumi’s mouth is akin to the sounds he makes when Satoru’s going down on him.
“Tell me how you really feel,” Satoru jokes.
“Don’t ruin this moment, please. I actually love you right now.”
Satoru chuckles, but—shockingly—keeps his mouth shut as he continues to massage Megumi’s back and shoulders. Eventually he leans Megumi back against the jets and moves down the tub, reaching in and coming out with one of Megumi’s legs. He immediately starts massaging Megumi’s foot, ankle, and calf. The tension and frustration that Megumi has been feeling all day seeps out of him, melting away into the warm bath water. He closes his eyes, leans into the jets, and enjoys the pampering.
Satoru had been right, a bath is the perfect remedy for Megumi’s sore ribs and it also succeeds in calming the baby down, who is no longer kick-boxing Megumi’s ribcage. Megumi gently caresses his protruding belly. Now that he is in a calmer headspace again, he can remember how excited he is for this baby to be born.
“Are you feeling better?” Satoru asks quietly. He’s working on Megumi’s other leg now.
Megumi slowly opens his eyes, offering Satoru a soft smile. He holds out his hands so that Satoru can help him to his feet. Satoru steadies him as he stands and helps him step out of the tub.
“I’m feeling much better. The bath was a great idea. Thank you, Satoru.”
“Sorry the kid was a pain today,” Satoru says softly and caresses Megumi’s round stomach. “It’ll all be worth it. Only a few weeks now.”
“I can’t believe it,” Megumi marvels, adding his hand to Satoru’s. He looks up at his husband, his eyes still obscured by the blindfold.
He reaches up and pushes the blindfold up, leaving it resting on Satoru’s forehead and revealing his striking crystal blue eyes. He caresses Satoru’s cheek affectionately.
“I love you,” he whispers, “so much.”
Satoru closes the gap between them, leaning down to connect their lips in a tender kiss. When he breaks the kiss he stays close and Megumi loses himself in his husband’s dazzling eyes. He knows it’s not possible to get quite that blue without Six Eyes, but Megumi still hopes their child will be born with eyes like Satoru’s.
“I love you, Megumi.”
Satoru leans around Megumi to reach the nearby towel warmer and snatches a large, fluffy towel off the rack. He wraps it snuggly around Megumi.
“Now, go put something really comfortable on and get back to your book. I’ll order us dinner.”
Megumi rolls his eyes. “I can cook something.”
“Oh, Megumi.” Satoru chuckles. “It’s adorable how obsessed you are with saving money.” He kisses Megumi’s forehead and leaves the bathroom.
He leaves Megumi with a dopey grin on his face. He looks down at his stomach and rubs it fondly. “I am head over heels for your father,” he tells his stomach. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”