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❝ BOKUTO KOUTARO ❞

child ' s name : You pick your own ( peace ! )

˚ ༘ ◡̈ credits to the owner

          "I'M HOME!"

All windows vibrated, as your husband barged inside the house. Setting his bag down on the couch and removing his necktie afterward, he roamed around the establishment to look for his sweetest wife.

You.

"I'M HOMEEEEEEE!" He repeated, standing in front of the door leading to your bedroom, knocking softly. He peeked, slowly, scared that he might disturb you from anything you're doing. Koutarou isn't the careful type, he's reckless and super loud, but you're like a switch for this Fukurodani ace.

"Y/N—"

"I think I should name you [ S/N ]."

You giggled, whispering while looking down at your swollen tummy. Yes, you're seven months pregnant! You're excited, obviously, but your husband is MORE EXCITED. There's such a big difference between the two. The moment you confessed to him that you're having pregnancy symptoms, up until you confirmed it with your trusted OB doctor, he is the luckiest man on Earth. No puns included. The way he smiled at you with tears of joy streaming down his face was the sincerest and purest view you've ever seen in your life.

"And I'll bet you'll look like your father."

A tear escaped your eye. You remembered everything that happened between you and Koutarou: from the very moment you met him (he accidentally hit your face with a ball so hard your nose almost broke), to the moment you got together, the foods, the cries, the fights, the cuddles, the wedding down to the honeymoon, and now, you're entering the parenthood stage. Everything is messy and the road you took is so bumpy, but everything is worth it.

"I love your father so much," You cooed. "And—"

"And I love your mother more than anyone in the world too."

You were too surprised to move when you saw Bokuto entered the scene, eyes glistening. He was silently watching you talking to your unborn baby, and he wished he could take a photo and frame it. If he could just record your voice and the way that tear fell from your face, he did.

He kneeled down beside you, putting a hand above your belly, as he looked directly into your eyes. They're reflecting him.

"We combined that love..." Koutarou looked at the baby bump."...and we had you."

"Your father can't wait to see you, sweetie," You chuckled.

"Oh? Your mother's much excited to see you!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Says the one who bought so much baby stuff last week, painted the baby's room this past Wednesday, and purchased all father-helping books from the store downtown. And oh, Keiji even told me you were a crying mess while you were talking about our baby during your dinner with the bosses."

Bokuto blushed, pouting like a duck.

"Speaking of dinner, I prepared your favorite dish. Are you hungry?"

"YES!!" He cheered. "Will you join me?"

You didn't bother answering the question, it's obvious already. Trying to get up, your husband helped you to reach the kitchen in no time. He's so careful, protective, especially that your belly is already big and he's scared that something might happen to you. He cannot let that. Not on his watch, never.

"Wait, let me just heat it up."

Bokuto leaned on the nearby wall to look at you prepare the food. As much as he wanted to help you, he sucks at cooking. He might burn the house (he almost did it the last time he tried frying chickens) so, the only help he can give you is to keep you on his watch. Looking at you up and down, noticing every detail in your body, he smirked—I mean, smiled. He really is the luckiest man alive.

He has you all by himself.

You started humming his favorite lullaby, the one that always perks up his ears, waking him up on reality. That's when he realized your arms wrapped around him, hugging him as if you're a koala. You're so cute and fluffy, but he knows he can't hug you too tight since you have your baby bump in front.

"How many weeks until my little guy is born?" He asked, caressing your hair.

"Three months, sweetie," You whispered. "Estimation of 12 weeks."

He hummed, heart beating wildly inside his chest. In just a span of three months, he will be a father. He will start changing diapers, will putting his baby to sleep, will start singing lullabies even if he's not a great singer, and will start a family with you. He's too excited he can't even express it in words.

"I can't wait to teach him spike..."

Chuckling, you let go from the embrace, tip-toeing a bit to kiss him softly on the lips, then went off to set the cooked food on a plate, setting it down on the dining table.

"OH?! WHAT IF HE BECAME A BETTER ACE THAN ME?"

That is clearly a possibility. You're 100% percent sure that your baby will inherit his father's skill in his favorite sport, volleyball. You laughed, pulling Koutarou over the table to join you over with dinner.

"AT LEAST, TEACH YOUR SON HOW TO WALK FIRST."