Gojo Satoru is overly obsessed with his pregnant wifey.
Our pretty boy and his new favorite thing.
It was no surprise to absolutely anyone that Gojo Satoru flaunted anything he could. Not just to show off, but also simply because he could and nobody could stop him.
Money? He had too much of it. So through loud and quiet luxury he flexed: cars, overpriced dress up shirts people couldn't tell apart from a supermarket ones from a mile away, and in many different ways.
Strength? They didn't call him the strongest for nothing. From the moment he won the genetic lottery by inheriting two broken cursed techniques, he was already bound to be the strongest.
Speaking of genetic lottery, his looks? Oh please, that's the first thing you notice about the man even with half of his overly handsome face covered.
However, as of late, Satoru has found his new favourite thing to brag about. His very pregnant and glowing wife.
You didn't plan to get pregnant at all but-- one day, you woke up and waltzed into the kitchen, as usual, looking for your morning fix of coffee. Your shirtless husband was sitting at the counter, piece of half burnt toast hanging from his lips as he scrolled on his phone.
A normal morning it was. That was until he turned around, eyebrows furrowed after feeling your cursed energy off. You were in the middle of yawning, pajama shirt lifting just slightly and exposing your stomach.
Satoru's toast hit the ground with a depressing sound. You raised an eyebrow. "Babe?" Still with your arms over your head.
His hand flew at lightning speed to his blindfold, revealing his wide open eyes under them glued to your stomach. You looked down to where he was looking and noticed the bit of weight you had gained.
You hadn't felt bad about it until now, really conscious under his intense and quiet gaze. By instinct, your hands wrapped around your stomach, hiding it from him.
He choked on his own spit right then and there. "N-NO!" his yell startled you and he immediately apologized, stumbling over his own words.
"Nononono baby, no- you-."
- "Spit it out Satoru!" With his six eyes glowing like a lamp post, he happily shouted.
"You're pregnant!"
- "WHAT!?"
Anyway, that was about three months ago. Now you were currently 4 months pregnant and apparently carrying a baby boy. Up until your second trimester, you hadn't been showing much from when you initially had found out about your pregnancy.
Many visits to your OBGYN were necessary to calm you down from the worries that your baby wasn't growing. But, coincidentally, the week that Satoru had been dispatched to an overseas mission urgently for a week, your belly grew twice it's size.
And when your excited husband walked through the door, so ready to reunite with the loves of his life, but instead was greeted with a very pregnant and glowing wife- the sight he had been secretly dreaming of seeing since he had found out about your pregnancy. He exploded with joy.
Then he became overly clingy. Talking like a maniac, a cute one, but still a maniac to your stomach for hours on end. Giving you routinely massages all over your body (focusing on your legs and stomach because he likes those parts specifically). And showering you with oceans of compliments anytime he caught sight of you.
However, ever since he had finally gotten you a full closet of maternity clothes which in result allowed you to finally leave the house, he has made it everyone's business that you were carrying his baby.
At a bakery, too early in the morning he ordered for you:
"A chocolate chip cookie and a blueberry muffin for my gorgeous pregnant wifey."
The lady behind the counter cringed and you flushed by him, embarrassed. But he was blissfully unaware and too happy so you kept quiet.
Nanami was a frequent victim of Satoru's nonsense.
"Nanamin, serious topic. What sport should I get my son into?"
- "I don't care, Gojo."
"You should have a daughter so our kids can date!"
- "No."
You were trying on a maternity dress at the mall when he barged into the changing room. "Satoru! Privacy!" He ignored you and just gawked at your figure through the reflection of the mirror, then whispered.
"Can I put another baby in you?" As if you weren't pregnant already.
Even though you were expecting, and noticeably so, men didn't stop looking your way. And that pissed your husband off more than anything. He always had to mentally count to a hundred before barking or pouncing on the men who stare too much at you when you were outside.
Shoko never heard the end of it either.
- "No Satoru, she doesn't hate you, she's just carrying your annoyingly heavy baby. I'm surprised she can even get up in the morning with how much of her energy that damn fetus takes from you." And he whined again.
