୨୧ — Sukuna stared at the ultrasound image, his face expressionless as the doctor beams at you both.
“Congratulations! It’s a girl!”
A fucking girl- not the son he’d expected… But a daughter…
The thought made his blood run cold, his fingers tightening around the printout until it began to crinkle at the edges.
Next to him, you squeeze his other hand nervously, clearly uncertain how he’d take the news. The tension in your grip betraying your anxiety, your silent plea for him to say something- anything… but for one long, terrible moment, he said nothing.
A daughter. A fucking daughter. He hadn't planned for this -for any child, really- but a girl seemed especially cruel for a man with blood stained hands. His world was built on violence, blood, and the steady accumulation of both power and enemies... What place could a little girl have in that?
Without warning, he stood, dropping your hand and then the ultrasound onto the examination table.
“Sukuna?” Your voice followed him, “Where are you-“
But he was already gone, the door swinging shut behind you, cutting off your words.
Two days. Two days of silence where he disappeared completely, not answering calls or messages.
A son he could have hardened, trained to survive his world- he understood how to create a man who could stand his ground. But a daughter? She'd have his blood, his enemies...your smile, your beauty...and be as vulnerable as you were. The thought terrified him more than any enemy he’s come across.
When he finally returned, you were curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders with a crochet flower in your lap. Without a word, he approached and dropped the small pink tiger plush onto your lap. It sat there between you, a silent offering that made you smile softly and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“No one,” he finally said, “will ever fucking touch her.”
You stare at the little tiger, fingers tracing its soft ears, “I know~” you chime back.
“I just needed to think,” The admission cost him something, you could tell… “I realized she’ll have enemies the moment certain people find out she’s born, because of me.” His jaw tightened, “but she’ll also have me.”
You looked up at him then, and slowly, you rose from the couch, the baby toy clutched in one hand as you stepped into his space. Without even thinking, your arms automatically wound around his tense frame, pressing your face into his chest.
“I know she’ll be the safest little girl in the world,” you whisper, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek, “and that you’ll protect her exactly like you protect me.”
For only a second, he remained stiff in your embrace. Then, gradually, the permanent furrow between his brows eases as his arms come around you, pulling you closer until you’re enveloped in his warmth and strength. “I won’t fail either of you.” He murmurs into your hair, his voice so low you almost didn’t catch it.
You pull back just enough to look up at him, a small giggle escaping before you give him a warm smile, “She's going to have you wrapped around her tiny finger within minutes of being born, I just know it.”
He scoffed, but didn't deny it. Instead, his hand moved to rest against your still flat stomach, “A daughter,” his eyes narrowing slightly… “At least when she breaks someone's nose at school, we won't have to wonder where she got it from.”
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