ᰔ husband toji finds out he’s going to be a daddy ♡
꒰ cw/tags: established-relationship, fluff, pregnancy. ⋆˙⟡
a/n: he loved megumi sm idc argue with the wall.
it’s early in the morning, the sun barely arising as toji was asleep in the bed you both shared, snoring and spooning you from behind. you, however, were awake.
you haven’t felt like yourself lately— just constantly exhausted, lack of appetite, and sometimes even nauseous. at first, you thought maybe you had food poisoning, or you were having some hormonal changes.
but it’s been 4 weeks, you were late on your menstrual cycle, and you’ve yet to feel any better. if anything, things have been getting worse.
you haven’t told toji, knowing that he would worry himself to the grave and probably kill a random civilian if he had found out you’ve basically been sick for a whole month.
unable to go back to sleep, you carefully slid out of tojis embrace, and crawled out of bed. “ah—“ you gasped as you felt a cramp in your abdomen, one of your hands instinctively cradling your stomach. “what is wrong with me…?” you whispered to yourself, feeling anxious and stressed as your legs carried you to the restroom.
gently closing the door behind you, you settled on the edge of the bathtub, feeling clammy and unnerved. you had a feeling you were going to be throwing up again. you buried your hands into your hair, sniffling softly as the discomfort surges through your whole body.
that’s when you heard his voice.
“doll. it’s three in the fuckin' morning… why’re you up so early?” toji grumbled as he stood shirtless in the doorway, yawning and waking himself up just to see what was going on with his girl.
noticing your flushed cheeks and your teary eyes, his eyes narrowed with concern and alertness. “shit— hey… what’s going on?” he says as he strides over to the tub, kneeling down between your legs as you began to sob.
“everything… just everything. i feel terrible, toji. i think somethings seriously wrong with me.” you cried out, shoulders trembling as he immediately begins to shush you, wrapping his strong arms around you. “oh, babygirl… why didn’t ya wake me up sooner?” he asks, voice a bit thick with emotion from the sight of you in such genuine discomfort. “c’mere.”
but before he could pull you into his lap, you felt heat rushing to your chest, and a bile rising up your throat. quickly, you scrambled to the toilet, gagging and gasping as you were on your knees, head lowered towards the toilet bowl. just a second later, you began to vomit.
“fuck— babe!” toji growled as he maneuvered to sit behind you, hugging you close as you threw up. “damn it… okay, i got you, just let it all out…” his rough hands gently tucks your hair away from your face and shoulders, holding the tendrils into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. “what’s goin' on with you…? how long has this been happening?” he asked, stroking your back.
it took a minute for you to recover, tears and drool on your face as you coughed, hand resting on your stomach. “hah— uhm… a-about a month…” you admitted very quietly, avoiding the shocked expression on his face. “a month? what the fuck?” he hissed, feeling a mix of frustration that you’ve been struggling, and guilt that he’s been unaware of it. “you can’t just… hide shit from me, we’re a team, remember?” he says, his heart aching for you.
after holding you close for a long moment, toji took a deep breath, trying to ground himself, feeling anxious. “tell me what you’ve been feelin’, asides from throwing your guts up.” he asks quietly, resting his cheek on top your head.
when you listed some symptoms such as morning sickness, lack of appetite, vomiting, and a late period… he went a tad bit pale. “late period…? how late?” he asks, hands tightening on your waist.
“uhm… two weeks.” you say nervously. “i-i know what this looks like! but—“
“two weeks?!” he nearly shouted, causing you to jolt. he quickly lowered his tone. “do you… realize what that could fucking mean?”
you swallowed hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i-i didn’t want to tell you, i… i didn’t know if you’d be mad at the possibility.” you sobbed, your mind racing with assumptions. if you were carrying his baby— what if he would hate you? what if he’d leave you to fend for yourself?
but instead of recieving backlash or venomous words, all you felt was toji forcing you to straddle his lap, before he hugs you tight, face burrowing into the crook of your neck.
“are you serious? baby, i ain’t mad at you. do you hear me, doll? i will never get angry with you, especially over something like this.” he whispers harshly, rough hands trembling on your back. taking a deep breath, he pulls back to meet your gaze, hands cupping your face. “do you… really think you’re…?” his words trailed off.
slowly, you pressed your forehead against his. “only one way to find out, love. we need to buy a pregnancy test asap.” you say quietly, a bit burnt out from crying and throwing up.
two hours have passed. you and toji took the time to just process everything, get yourselves freshened up a bit, and toji ran to the pharmacy while you laid in bed, resting your body and your mind the best you possibly could.
he returned shortly after, nearly slamming the front door behind him. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid. so afraid. he wasn’t ready to be a father… was he? was he even worthy of handling such a delicate life? and if you weren’t even pregnant, then what was wrong with his babygirl?
“doll, i’m home.” he calls out, voice a bit gruff as he strides down the hallway and into the bedroom, where you were already meeting him halfway. “l-let’s do this, i… i can’t wait any longer.” you say anxiously, beginning to hyperventilate.
“shh, shh, come here.” he says firmly, gently tossing the bag on the bed and cupping your underarms, carefully lifting you up and holding you against his chest. “you ain’t doin' this shit alone. we’re gonna sit in that damn bathroom together, and i’m gonna be here with you every step of the way. got it?” he says, pressing a hard kiss to your forehead. “mhm…” you hummed anxiously, already being carried to the bathroom.
the wait was agonizing. you were sitting on the toilet, leg anxiously bouncing up and down as you stare at the pregnancy test on the counter, waiting for a sign, waiting for an answer. toji was sitting on a stool beside you, one arm snug around your shoulders as he tries to be your rock in this very moment, despite feeling afraid.
you looked up at toji, and toji looked down at you. “it’ll be alright, babygirl. no matter what that test says.” he murmurs softly, reaching out to hold one of your hands in his, giving it a squeeze. but his words didn’t feel so convincing, not when doubt and fear was taking over his mind.
then, your phone timer went off, and you flinched, throat feeling tight all of a sudden. “i-it should be ready, now…” you breathed out, starting to panic. “o-oh god…”
“easy, doll. fuck, i’m so sorry.” he breathes out, holding you tight now, both arms wrapped around you. he’s never seen you so scared, in so much pain— it was killing him, truly. “breathe with me. in… and out. there ya go…” he guides you through breathing exercises, cradling the back of your head against his chest.
“alright… we’re both gonna look, together. on the count of three.” he says, voice a bit thick as he waits for your nod.
“…1, 2….3.”
you and toji both grabbed one side of the plastic test, and brought it down to your lap.
two pink lines. a positive result. a sharp gasp escapes your lips, eyes wide and heart stopping. “o-oh my god…” you cried out, feeling a mix of emotions. toji's eyes were wide, fixated on the two lines that just changed the trajectory of your lives in the blink of an eye. “shit…”
the room was heavy with silence for a minute, before you began to sob again, hands clenching anxiously as your mind raced with negative thoughts, dropping the test to your feet. “i-i’m sorry, we should’ve been more careful— if you don’t want this baby, we can—“
you were quickly interrupted as toji suddenly stood up, lifting you up with him and holding you up high, a surprised squeak coming from you. as you looked down at him… you could see tears in his eyes.
“shut up.” he breathes out firmly, before giving you a gentle spin. “i want this, babygirl. i’m terrified, but fuck— i do want this.” toji then hugs you close, guiding your limbs to wrap around him as he holds you up. you were crying with tears of joy and fear as he rubbed your back. “w-we’re really doing this… we’re going to be parents…” you breathed out, fingers gently scratching the back of toji's head to soothe him.
toji lets a tear slip down his cheek, throat tight from constricting his emotions. he glances over your shoulder at the positive pregnancy test on the floor. “i’m gonna be a dad… fuck—“ he breathes out, before he finally expresses some of his fear and insecurity. “am i even worthy of this, doll? i mean— shit, i can barely take care of myself… how can i—“
“you’re going to be an amazing daddy, toji.” you say, voice trembling as you look up at him. “this is new to us, okay? it’s a learning process.” you reassured him, your own mind starting to clear just a little bit. “we… we can do this.”
toji closed his eyes, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. he wasn’t just responsible for himself or for you now… he had a growing little baby to watch over now, too.
to think three years ago, he was a gambling addict, a cold-hearted man with no genuine ambition or a straight path. now, he’s going to be a father, his bloody hands are going to be responsible for cradling a new life. he was terrified.
but as he looked down at your now sleepy face, his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he takes a few deep breaths. “fuck… what’d i do to get so damn lucky?”
this is where he’s meant to be.
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