gojo x pregnant!reader cuddling after a long mission 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ
content: husband gojo, pregnant!reader, fluff, some hurt lots of comfort | wc 1.1k
you're stood in the nursery, one hand resting on your hip as you try to catch your breath, inspecting the freshly arranged shelf of baby clothes and blankets before you. sighing, you turn to take in the room around you — all expensive furniture and soft cream curtains, piles of toys and baby socks and shoes, all courtesy of your husband and his spoiling habit.
"toru, this is the tenth pair of shoes you've bought!" you'd scolded, watching as he set down the bags filled with baby supplies, making his way over to you with a cheeky grin. he'd put his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your skin before pressing his lips to your hair in a soft kiss.
"just wanna spoil my kid, is that so wrong?" he'd murmured, pulling back to look down at you through soft ivory lashes. he'd moved his hand to rest against your stomach, touch feather soft, feeling the bump.
you hated how convincing he could be, how easily you'd melt at his sweet words.
"whatever. just...the baby's only gonna have one pair of feet, so keep that in mind.”
you smile to yourself, rolling your eyes as you take in the pile of teething toys and ultra-soft baby blankets placed neatly in baskets in the corner of the room. maybe you'd been too soft on your husband's spending habits.
you're exhausted: you've changed the nursery interior for the hundredth time already since satoru has been gone, sent away by the higher-ups on yet another long mission. you knew he'd be alright — he isn’t the strongest for no reason, after all — and yet you can't help the anxiousness gnawing at your mind each day. consequently you’ve found yourself constantly holed up in the newly-renovated nursery, reorganising whatever you can get your hands on, almost in a subconscious need for any kind of control.
time not spent worrying about satoru was instead spent on worrying about the baby, about motherhood, about whether you'd truly be able to step up to such a huge role.
before you have time to spiral yet again, however, you hear the front door click open, dragging you from your nervous state of mind.
as you make your way to the hall, you immediately smile as your eyes fall on the familiar milky white mess of hair, taking in satoru’s features, the way his brows are furrowed just slightly in an unspoken sense of exhaustion, shoulders lowered a fraction. he looks worn down, eroded around the edges in a way you’ll never fully get used to after his particularly rough missions, and any words you had catch in your throat.
“hey, beautiful.” it comes out as more of a whisper, his voice hoarse. he shrugs off his sorcerer jacket before gently stepping forward to look at you, thumb stroking your cheek.
you both don’t speak — you don’t really have to — but he silently guides you through the hallway, stilling at the nursery door to peak in, throwing you a quick glance.
“you rearranged it again?”
“..mhm. i was bored, so..”
he smiles at that, a tiny curl of the lips. nodding, he guides you to the bedroom, sitting you down onto the bed, hands on your shoulders. he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, tenderly tucking it behind your ear before speaking.
“you’ve been working too hard on yourself with all the redecorating. just…rest.”
his expression is concerned, handsome features warm and gentle in the evening lamplight. averting your gaze, you bite at the inside of your cheek, too tired to argue back or think of a witty remark to throw at him. instead, you stare at your lap, feeling that piercing blue gaze boring into you.
sighing, satoru slowly lays down on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. he props himself up against the headboard slightly before using a hand to lightly pull on your wrist, manoeuvring you onto your side. one of his arms is hooked around you resting on your arm as your head rests on his chest, your own arm slung over his body. you both lay like that for a short while, the room silent except for the gentle sound of your joint breathing as you feel the rise and fall of his chest under your head.
he speaks softly, so quiet you almost miss it.
you hum in agreement, eyes flicking up to meet his momentarily. it’d been a week since you’d seen satoru, and for a moment he looked so vulnerable, so worn down by the constant missions and the higher-ups and life itself.
you both lay like that for a while, his hand eventually finding its way to the ends of your hair, gently stroking through them as his eyes fall over your face, expression fond.
you pull out your phone sleepily, setting on scrolling through parenting forums before bed as always. it’s become a kind of habit by now, a regular part of your evening routine. you’d just needed to soothe the guilt a little, to feel like you were making enough of an effort for the baby whilst satoru was gone.
most days, the sinking feeling would only grow worse, a kind of deep-rooted sense of inferiority settling deep in your gut: the fear that you’re not enough, that you’re letting your husband down. you chew at your lip as you scroll, pressing down on the flesh hard, a subtle nervous tell of yours — one that satoru doesn’t miss, of course.
he tries not to overthink it, instead opting to smile sweetly down at you, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head before speaking.
“what’re you looking at, gorgeous?”
“nothing...just forums..”
before you can stop him, however, he’s already playfully snatched the phone out of your grasp, long arm reached out so you can’t take it back.
“come on, you can tell me, what’s got you troubled baby?”
he peers at the screen, his playful grin softening into something deeper, like concern mixed with a hint of fondness.
“hey, what’s this all about?”
you avoid his gaze, trying to turn your face towards his chest, but he gently eases it up to face him again with his finger.
his gaze flickers over your face for a second before he speaks softly.
“look at me.” his expression is almost stern save for the lingering gentleness in his features, brows tilted in concern. “you don’t need to worry about this, okay? you’ll be amazing. i know you will.”
he rubs your arm in gentle motions, feeling the tension slowly leave your body as you lean into his touch. his other hand comes down to rest on the side of your stomach, palm flat against it, searching for a tiny kick. sighing, you finally let your eyes flutter shut.
author’s notes:
thank you so much @mariisagb for the req i love you and hope you like it!!
i’m very thankful to my friends for helping me with this i had such a huge crisis so thankyou hana and darling especially for the ideas/for helping me check this fic through🥹i love u both sm
i'm really nervous about posting this tbh
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