Kishou Arima × Y/N Reader One shots

A family's Joy

Y/N and Kishou are both 31 years old at this time. Y/N had stopped working several months ago in preparation for their baby's arrival, while Kishou planned to handle the financial responsibilities for their growing family, allowing Y/N to stay at home and care for their newborn daughter, Xia.

Y/N paced back and forth in the living room, her hand resting on her swollen belly. The contractions had been mild at first, but now they were becoming more frequent and intense. She glanced at the clock, hoping Kishou would be home soon. Just as she was about to reach for her phone, a sharp pain shot through her, and she felt a warm rush of liquid. Her water had broken.

Panicking, Y/N grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Kishou's number. After a few rings, he picked up. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

"Kishou, my water just broke. I'm at home alone," she said, her voice trembling with fear.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Just stay calm, okay?" Kishou's voice was steady and reassuring, but she could hear the urgency in his tone.

Y/N tried to steady her breathing as she waited, every second feeling like an eternity. Finally, she heard the sound of the front door opening, and Kishou rushed in, his usually composed demeanor replaced with concern.

Without a word, Kishou scooped her up in a bridal style carry, his strong arms cradling her protectively. "I've got you," he murmured, making his way to the car. He carefully placed her in the passenger seat, then jumped behind the wheel, starting the engine with a sense of urgency.

The drive to the hospital was a blur, Kishou's focus solely on getting Y/N there safely. He drove faster than usual, but with controlled precision, ensuring they arrived quickly without putting them at risk.

When they reached the hospital, nurses were already waiting with a wheelchair. Kishou helped Y/N into it, and they were quickly whisked away to the labor and delivery ward. Kishou stayed by her side, holding her hand tightly as they prepared her for labor.

The contractions were intense, and Y/N squeezed Kishou's hand with each one, finding strength in his presence. "You're doing amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Hours passed in a haze of pain and anticipation. Kishou never left her side, his hand a constant source of comfort. Finally, it was time to push. With Kishou encouraging her, Y/N gave it her all, and after what felt like an eternity, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room.

Y/N's strength waned after the labor, and exhaustion overtook her. She passed out, leaving Kishou to watch as the nurses carefully tended to their newborn. They assured him everything was fine and took the baby to be cleaned and checked.

Y/N was moved to a private hospital room, where she lay resting peacefully. Kishou sat in the chair beside her, his glasses slightly askew from fatigue. Despite the uncomfortable position, he refused to leave her side, eventually fell to sleep with his head resting against the back of the chair with his arms crossed.

A knock at the door woke Y/N up from her slumber. She blinked groggily, taking a moment to remember where she was. A nurse entered the room, carrying a small bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. "Mrs. Arima, your baby girl is here," she said with a warm smile, placing the infant in Y/N's arms.

Y/N's heart swelled with love as she gazed down at her daughter. She reached out and gently touched Kishou's shoulder. "Kishou, wake up. Our baby is here."

Kishou stirred, pushing his glasses up as he straightened in the chair. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N holding their daughter. He moved to her side, his expression softening with awe and tenderness. "She's beautiful," he whispered, gently brushing a finger against the baby's cheek.

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "She is. What should we name her?"

Kishou smiled gently at Y/N's words, he reached out a hand and wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

Kishou thought for a moment, then a rare smile touched his lips. "How about Xia?"

Y/N chuckled softly, teasingly nudging Kishou with her elbow. "Xia? Really? You had nine months to think of a name, and you named her after your quinque, IXA?" She shook her head in mock disapproval, but couldn't hide her amusement. "I must admit, though, it does sound beautiful. And it suits her."

Kishou raised an eyebrow playfully, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I thought you'd agree to anything I suggested," he commented, his tone laced with dry wit.

Y/N laughed softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, you got me there," she admitted, her tone playfully conceding. "But I did agree to Xia, didn't I? you heard me loud and clear"

Kishou grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, IXA has always been reliable," he joked, his eyes sparkling with humor.

"Kishou, look she got white hair like you do, but the color of the eyes and face structure? She definitely got those from me heh."

Kishou chuckled softly, his eyes studying their daughter's small features. "You're right," he agreed, his voice tinged with pride. "Xia does have my hair, but those eyes and that face they got it from Mommy." Let out a wink

As if on cue, the baby let out a tiny, gurgling sound and a smile spread across her face. Y/N's heart melted at the sight, and she couldn't help but lean down and place gentle kisses on their daughter's head.

"She's just adorable," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with affection.

As they sat together in the quiet hospital room, surrounded by the soft glow of love and laughter, Kishou Arima, found a peace and joy he had never known before. And with Y/N and Xia by his side, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together as a family.

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07/01/24
Written by: Systematic_Narukami
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