Demon Slayer: Yσƙαι Wιϝҽ [雪花] |Kyōjurō Rengoku x Yuki-onna!Reader|

76: Kankagari Baby 🍋

Warning: this chapter contains lemon, if you dislike sexual themes, go to the next chapter. Thanks!

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Timeskip⋙

You struggled to keep your (e/c) eyes awake.

You'd already lost track of how long you been at this as you groaned and shifted on your makeshift bed of pillows to get more comfortable.

You were in the 3rd and final trimester of your pregnancy and every day you woke; your belly seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger as the days went by.

With the baby within you growing every day, you had gradually turned into something akin to a walrus.

Despite this, you found yourself craving bell peppers, cucumbers, and spicy chicken curry. You felt huge and unattractive, with swollen ankles and stretch marks aligning both your breasts and stomach, but that never deterred your husband in the slightest.

To Kyōjurō, you're perfection. Your pregnancy has left you a stay at home mom and everyday when he'll return home; he'll drop to his knees to shower your round belly in kisses before kissing you.

Kyōjurō wishes that it was only pride that burns through his veins at the sight of you, barefoot and pregnant, pottering around the house.

Throughout your trimesters, he's been nothing but both supportive and helpful. It started with the little things like holding back your hair while rubbing your back, soothing you whenever your morning sickness hits. And taking care of you whenever you start complaining about aching muscles and sore joints.

What with all the affectionate hugs and touches Kyōjurō thoughtlessly bestow, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence during this challenging time. His unwavering support and care only intensified with each passing day, providing you with the much-needed comfort and reassurance during this transformative journey.

"How are you doing, my love?" Kyōjurō's voice breaks through the boring silence.

You only huffed, having been laying next to him so he can feel when your baby's kicking.

"Ugh, I'm soooo bored, Kyō," you groaned, turning your gaze away from the burning torch in front of you and glanced at him.

As the minutes passed by, the monotony of the moment weighed heavily on your shoulders. The stillness of the air around you seemed to amplify your restlessness, making the seconds drag on endlessly. Despite the flame of the torch casting flickering shadows on the walls, it failed to dispel the dullness that enveloped the room.

Your husband's presence beside you was a comforting anchor in the midst of the tedium, but even his familiar face couldn't alleviate the tedium that had settled in.

"Don't you ever grow bored of this?"

Kyōjurō smiled. "Never. It's a family tradition and you only have another hour to go."

"Ugh..." You huffed childishly at that, before burying your face in the pillow while laying on your side.

You're bored as hell. Your eyes are starting to grow heavy, and you swear you see orange and yellow dots dance across your vision. You loathed the idea of staring at a burning flame everyday while being pregnant with child. It was monotonous and tiring, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration creeping in as you sat there.