Ken Sato x Fem!Wife!Reader
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Ken slipped his key into the lock, the quiet clink of the tumblers turning almost lost to the world as he pushed open the door to your apartment. The familiar scent of home washed over him—fresh flowers on the table, a hint of your perfume lingering in the air. He was drained from the day, but just being here started to unravel the tension woven tightly through his muscles. Stepping inside, he set his helmet on the kitchen counter with a soft clatter, his fingers lingering on it briefly before he turned toward the warm glow coming from the kitchen.
That’s where he found you, leaning against the counter, a jar of pickles open in your hand. You were staring at the nutrition label, chewing absentmindedly, as if you were more interested in figuring out some riddle than actually eating. The sight of you—slightly rumpled, bathed in the golden light of the kitchen—made his heart swell. He took a second to savor the moment, just watching as you turned the jar in your hand with a faint frown.
“Hey there,” he greeted, his voice soft but warm enough to catch your attention. You glanced up, eyebrows raising in surprise before a soft smile spread across your face.
“Ken,” you murmured, relief and affection mingling in your tone. You set the jar down on the counter, abandoning the label’s mysteries as you focused on him, and he moved closer, drinking in the sight of you.
“Long day?” you asked, leaning back against the counter as he approached.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied with a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. The tiredness in his eyes softened as he looked at you, taking in every detail. “But being home is exactly what I needed.”
Your expression warmed, and you pushed the pickle jar a little closer, a playful glint in your eye. “Well, we’ve got pickles and… more pickles.” You shrugged, your lips quirking in a small, amused smile. “It’s what the baby wants, apparently.”
“Pickles, huh?” Ken raised an eyebrow, reaching past you to grab a fork and poking around in the jar. He fished out a pickle and took a bite, making an exaggeratedly thoughtful face. “Mmm. I can see why they’d be a top choice.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you nudged him with your shoulder. “Oh, please. I think it’s cute the baby has such specific cravings,” he teased, nudging you back.
Your laugh quieted, and you leaned a little closer, letting out a sigh as your head found its way to his shoulder. “I’m just… exhausted,” you murmured, a note of vulnerability in your voice. “People keep saying I’m ‘glowing,’ but honestly? I feel the exact opposite.”
Ken wrapped an arm around you, rubbing gentle circles into your back as he looked down at you, his face softening with understanding. “Glowing or not, you’re still the most beautiful person I know,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that settled warmly around you.
“Hmm, cheesy,” you murmured, smiling despite yourself. “But you’re sweet.” You closed your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the solid warmth of his embrace. You felt his hand drift to your growing belly, his palm pressing lightly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing the small curve. His touch was so reverent, so filled with quiet awe, that you couldn’t help but look down as well.
His eyes lingered on your stomach, a soft grin curving his lips as he let his hand settle there, warm and reassuring. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, a blend of excitement and nervousness in your voice. “It’s… kind of terrifying, honestly.”
He gave you a small, encouraging smile, his hand never leaving your belly. “It’s okay to be scared,” he murmured. “I am too. But we’re going to figure this out together, one step at a time.”
The weight of his words settled over you, grounding you in a way nothing else could. His voice was soft and filled with a depth of feeling that made the future seem a little less overwhelming.
You bit your lip, a question lingering on the tip of your tongue. “Do you think… do you think we’re ready for this?” It was a question you’d been carrying around, one that seemed to grow heavier every day.
Ken took a breath, his fingers gently tracing circles on your belly as he looked up at you with those soft, reassuring eyes. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his tone gentle but honest. “But I know we’re going to try our hardest. And I think… I think that’s what matters most.”
The vulnerability in his gaze made your chest ache, and you reached up, brushing a hand through his hair, feeling the slight tension that lingered there. “You’re always so calm about everything,” you said softly, a hint of admiration in your voice. “I don’t know how you do it.”
He chuckled, a low, warm sound that made you feel like everything might just be okay. “You don’t see me when I’m pacing around, freaking out about all the things we haven’t even thought of yet,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “I just save all my calm moments for you.”
You both shared a laugh, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Besides,” he whispered, his hand moving up to cup your face, “when I’m with you, it’s easy to believe everything will be alright.”
The kitchen was quiet, the only sounds the hum of the refrigerator and your steady breathing. You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace settle over you like a blanket. “Ken…” you murmured, your voice soft and vulnerable. “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”
He looked down at you, his gaze soft and filled with a gentle determination. “I hope so. But I already know you’re going to be an incredible mom.” His hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he gave you a reassuring squeeze.
Your eyes watered slightly, a lump forming in your throat as you felt the enormity of what you were both about to embark on. “Promise we’ll figure it out together?”
Ken pressed a gentle kiss to your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “I promise,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet strength that made you believe every word. “We’re in this together. Always.”
