strangled

⁶³drawback

eight months later

"Thanks a lot for burning me you fucking dick."

"You know you still love me."

As you examine a small burn mark the man had accidentally given you during your last sex session, you struggle to walk towards the brown leather couch your husband is sitting on because of the weight in the giant bump of your stomach. Right now you're waddling towards him before you lean down and run your fingers through his hair, separating the white section of it into two parts. His hair isn't fully white though so when you try to braid his hair strands of the other color sometimes get stuck in them. It became a game you liked to play, since his hair always gives you comfort when you're bored.

Your husband chuckles, putting his book down on the coffee table before turning to face you.

"What are you doing, love?"

You hum. "Just playing with your hair, my love. Doing that while waiting for this baby to come out of me. I'm so ready to get the little girl out."

"Well her father was a stubborn bastard." Your husband glares at the wall as he thinks about the father of your child. "Expect her to act the same. You might end up carrying her for twelve months instead of nine."

You let out an exasperated breath. "I couldn't handle that. Hell, my feet couldn't handle that. They are always so tired and sore nowadays. I can barely walk down the steps. You can't lift me anymore."

"I suggested that you stay in bed all day but your refused."

"I refused because I knew you just wanted an excuse to have me in a good position for you to fuck me all day."

"Absolutely correct." He smiles happily before standing up. Then he walks around the couch and pulls your body against his. A squeal of his name leaves you when he suddenly picks you up in his arms bridal style, reminding you of the way he carried you to bed the night after your marriage. While you're laughing and holding onto him tight he leans his head down and gives you a light kiss on the lips. As he carries you somewhere he asks playfully, "Who said I can't lift you anymore?"

"Alright you've proven your point." Another squeal comes from you when he suddenly lifts you higher. You're grasping his arm as you laugh. "Put me down. This is terrifying."

When he finally places you on the floor you're standing in front of a full length mirror. The man's eyes admire his wife through the reflection, his arms holding your large baby bump with care. His lips lean into your ear.

"We make a good-looking couple, don't we (f/n)?"

You nod happily, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"Yeah we do, Natsuo."

The man glares at you making you laugh loudly before correcting yourself.

"Touya, we look amazing."

Touya rolls his eyes.

"Don't ever call me Natsuo again. I'm trying to leave his dumbass in the past. Just hearing his name absolutely disgusts me. Don't remind me of the fucking panty snatcher please."

Then he pulls away from you, buttoning up the top two buttons of his dress shirt while examining his scarless body and face in the mirror. Fingers run along the white stubble on his chin, then his hair which is now died black at the top while the back remains his normal white hair color. His hair isn't a spiky mess anymore because now he actually has the time to take care of it... and you pressuring him to take care of it. It hangs freely past his ears.