satoru’s first child is going to be a girl — he’ll make it happen. so he refuses to know the gender until birth.
the moment he saw his reflection in your smiling eyes, he knew he needed a baby girl.
he’ll pray, eat whatever, do whatever, fuck in however and whatever positions he can in order to get his princess. you’ll catch him reading on how to be a good dad, with a short jealous and wanton look he’ll get when he sees suguru with his baby girl. or the feels he’ll get from seeing the random dad in the street having a daddy/daughter date every Tuesday on his commute back home.
during meetings he’ll scrolls through sites and place pink and ribboned baby clothes into his cart — a hoard of items already perfectly stored in the baby room he’s been so excited to build.
occasionally you ask, your hands running through his soft, fluffy hair. “what if it’s not a girl?” he’ll chuckle a reassuring response, placing a kiss onto your belly while wrapping his arms around you.
“that’s fine, I’ll love whoever decides to come to us.”
but in the night, with his warm hand softly rubbing against your swollen belly with you securely tucked into his body, he’ll wish and wish again that the small baby inside you will be a girl — his baby girl where he can love and cherish.
because he can get a glimpse of you and love you all over again — this time from the beginning through all stages of life with you as his forever.










