PREGNANCY CHRONICLES ── ⌞jjk. men x fem!reader⌝
Fat crocodile tears stream down your face. Stupid toaster burnt the last bagel, and you don’t know what to do with yourself. It was the only thing that you can keep down without a slight wave of nausea. Now, it was burnt. You swear you can see the measly thing grow a pair of eyes and smirk at your dismay.
Then, Kento steps into the kitchen. You can tell by the dampness of his hair that he is freshly showered, a look of concern marking his handsome features, “why are you crying, sweetheart?”
You sniffle, “I burnt the last bagel.” Your nasally voice was funny but there was no ounce of amusement on Kento’s face.
“Oh, honey… let me run to the store and get some more.” His hand is already darting toward the keyholder. His movements only slow down when he realizes you start crying harder.
“But… but I wanted that one.” You knew you were being difficult. You simply couldn’t help it. Not when the weight of your belly was killing your back, causing waves of heat to rush toward your face at every breathing second.
Only then Kento manages a small smile, “sweetheart, I know you wanted that one but, like you said, it got burnt.” He cups your face, your cheeks wet beneath his palms, “and you don’t want a burnt bagel so, let me go buy a fresh pack of them, okay?”
You nod, still sniffling as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. Kento presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away, “I’ll be quick, you wait here,”
Just like he promised, Kento came back not with one; but with two fresh bags of bagels. Your earlier dilemma is long forgotten as you enjoy your perfectly toasted bagel, smiling at your husband with each bite.
Why the hell is it so hot? It’s past midnight, and you can feel each drop of sweat on your body. It makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. And, of course, the absolute hunk of your husband just has to take up the whole bed. “Toji.” He continues to sleep peacefully, snuggling into your side–which is only making matters worse. “Toji.”
You’re about a millimeter away from slapping him silly. Toji deserves just as much rest as you do but, how can you possibly rest when it feels like the gates of hell have opened behind you.
What a piece of work. “I can’t do this…” You push your body off of the mattress and walk out of the bedroom. You turn on the lights of the kitchen and reach for a glass. Once it’s filled to the brim with cold water, you begin to chug the drink as if you’ve been in the Sahara desert for the past decade.
The gravely voice causes your spine to stiffen up. When you turn around, Toji is standing a few feet away, rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m up because it’s freaking hot, Toji.”
He doesn’t seem to be affected by the temperature but he also isn’t the one carrying a child in his stomach. “Just take your clothes off.”
“How about I shove my foot down your throat?”
Toji moves toward you, placing his hands on your hips. “I can sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable.” Like a switch, your entire mood flips. “No, no… I just need to cool down.”
Toji’s lazy smirk grows on his face, “you’re just too hot, baby.” You fake a gag, rolling your eyes. He pulls you against his bare chest, his lips grazing your temple.
“Do you want ice cream?” And just like that, you’re completely set for the night. After grabbing the tub of ice cream and two spoons, you and your husband enjoy the creamy dessert in bed until sleep takes the both of you.
This can’t be happening. “No…” That evil, cold-hearted lion. “No!” The dramatic effects of the movie cause your heart to ache as Mufasa falls to his demise by the hands–er, paws–of his own brother. Immediate tears swell in your eyes. “Oh, no…”
Sukuna side-eyes you, marveling at your expression. You begin to sob, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s just a movie…”
“It’s not! Poor Simba won’t have a father.” You continue to rant about the unfairness of the entire situation while Sukuna stares at you with amusement. “Are you laughing at me?” That alone makes your cries grow louder.
“I’m not laughing. I’m just very… curious.” You sniffle, blinking at your husband, who continues to watch you like you’re some newly discovered species.
“Why are you staring so hard?”
“You’re not usually this emotional, that’s all.”
“Did it ever occur to you that I’m pregnant?” This time, the psycho laughs.
“Once or twice. I mean, I think it’s cute you're crying for that poor, little lion.” Sukuna lifts his hand and tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your chin. “Makes me wonder how good of a mother you’ll be.”
Those words touch your heart, melting it like chocolate. A watery smile tips the corners of your lips, “oh, ‘kuna…” You lean your head against his shoulder, his hand planting on your hip. He brings you closer, tracing imaginary figures on your lower back as you continue the movie in comfortable silence.
mar's note: helloooooo, here i am with this lil post!! hope you guys enjoyed!! it is definitely on the exaggerated side(never been pregnant, obvi) and it is based on the tiktoks/reels ive seen of pregnant women and their husbands!!! can yall tell which one i gave up on...</3
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