“Are you done yet?” I heard Kiyoomi’s agitated voice. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I replied, exiting the room. Kiyoomi had this meet and greet with some fans of MSBY and I just happened to be a fan of their team too. We drove off in his car to the stadium. After what felt like hours we were through the doors and behind the stage where other members of the team were, already dressed and waiting. “Shirai!” I hear the voice of a certain blonde and spin around. “Yer came here just for me huh?” Atsumu cheekily smiled. “No, I came to see your captain actually, was thinking of getting a signature on my stomach.” I replied coolly, giving him a grin. “You want me to sneak you into the front of the line?” Hinata came to our side smiling cheerily. I gave the guy a smile and before I knew it I was in the front of the line. I got the signature of all the members on the back of a t-shirt that was given to all fans. “Could you sign my stomach?” I smiled happily at Meian, who gave me a smile. “Sure.” He replied, taking the washable marker from my hands and scribbling on my not so flat stomach. “Want a picture?” I nod with a smile. He pulls me in for a friendly side hug and I snap a picture. After the excitement I move along the table taking pictures with others until I’m met with Kiyoomi at the end who gives me a smile. “Want a picture?” He asks. I smile warmly pulling him in for a picture and he places a kiss on my cheek, in front of the crowd at that. Some awes and whispers were heard and you could hear the camera's clicking. It’s kind of funny that I’m dating one of the most sought after men on this volleyball team and no one knew this. I place a kiss on his lips before moving to the side so that others could get their turn. “She’s got something going on with Sakusa?” “I thought I had a chance!” “She’s not all that good looking.” I could hear some whispers as I passed through the thick crowd. Was I lucky to be with Kiyoomi? Yes. Did I care what everyone else thinks about me? Also yes, but at this time, having hateful and jealous eyes on me I couldn’t care less. I was with Sakusa Kiyoomi and they couldn’t do anything about it.
“Goddammit!” I groaned. I was in the delivery room with nurses surrounding me. If I knew it was this hard to push out a baby I’d rather get cut and left with ugly scars! “You’re doing great, just keep pushing.” The woman encouraged. Kiyoomi was on his way to the hospital right now. I felt another wave of anxiety and pain rush through me as I was told to push harder. “The head is out, don’t give up yet honey.” Another woman said. “Shirai, are you ok?” Kiyoomi’s voice questioned. I screamed in pain. “Does it look like I’m ok?” I shouted, groaning loudly. “Alright just a few more pushes and this will all be over.” The midwife smilingly spoke. A few more pushes was past my limit, I felt like I was going to pass out.
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After what felt like hours of me screaming my lungs out, I was now holding a healthy baby girl. “She looks just like you.” I smiled, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Her eyes are just like yours.” Kiyoomi added, kissing my forehead. We were enjoying the little time we had with our child before I had to get a checkup. They say I might be able to leave by the end of the day if everything was fine.
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“This apartment feels smaller now, huh?” I recalled. Kasumi laid in her fathers arms, brown eyes staring at him. “Maybe we should look for a bigger one.” He said. I agreed with a nod. Not long after, Kasumi’s ear piercing cries broke through the silence. She probably needs to feed. I took her from Kiyoomi’s hold and pulled my shirt under my chest. She sucked quietly and Kiyoomi sighed in relief. She wasn’t that much of a crybaby but when she did cry you’d be sure the whole world could hear it. Once she was done I burped her and prepared for her to sleep. “Being a parent is easier than I thought.” I smiled, rubbing Kasumi’s back before resting her in her crib. I lay on the bed and a sigh escaped my lips. “Make some room for me at least.” Kiyoomi sighed, laying behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I smiled softly, leaving his embrace. “Where are you going?” He asked, sitting up. “To shower.” I smiled.
