How To Create A Demigod (Yatori fanfic)

Relief Over Anxiety

I finally got a hold of myself for a brief moment. I didn't know what came over me that fast. If this was bad, I have lunch with my friends at noon. That was the icing on the cake. But for now, my anxiety has a hold on me. It knots my stomach and brings me random feelings of being afraid. But I shouldn't be. Here beside me, my husband holds my hand. Here in front of me, my parents exclaim happily. And here inside me, a light shines for hope of a baby.

"Hiyori!" they yell.

I smile nervously and squeeze Yato's hand tighter. I hear and feel him sigh over my shoulder; bringing me a feeling of relief. It's like he's telling me it's going to be okay. And that reassures me. I'm afraid to move. But he helps me take a leap of faith and I go for it.

"Hi," I say nervously when I approach them. I'm careful to not touch my stomach so I don't draw suspicion, even though inside I'm dying to have this kid. I feel like all my anxiety went away the moment I found out I was pregnant, cause we wanted a baby. And now I'm too excited for anything.

They run to hug me and squeeze me to which I'm nervous about. I don't want to hurt the baby. So when my mother runs to me, I shyly hide behind Yato's arm. I seem like I'm a scared little kid. But I know this is a precaution to protect out bundle of joy.

My mother inquires why I didn't hug her back, and I start to hyperventilate. I feel like I have to throw up again. And I can't tell if it's the water in my stomach or my organs being hacked up. I excuse myself and run to the bathroom again. This is hard.

-Yato's P.O.V.-

Yori jogs to the restroom again and I panic. I know that's my cue to run after her to check on her, but she seems so distant right now. Is this my fault? No, she said she wanted the baby. But why do I feel bad?

I hear her finish beyond the door, and she comes out looking like a disaster. She politely drags me in with her, since it's an all accessible room, and looks at me stern. Her anger fades into tears and she falls onto my chest.

"This- This is hard, Yato. I'm scared."

I want to kiss her right now, but I remember what she once told me. Don't kiss somebody when you have something unappealing on your breath. And she doesn't seem okay.

I gently take her bag, and open it up to grab her hairbrush. I sit her down on my lap and brush each strand out to as close to perfection I can get it. Yori sits still when my hands pass her ears. Her face becomes hot. I pull her hair back and tie it into a ponytail for convenience, so she doesn't screw it up again.

I remember I had mints I tossed into her bag, and I grab one out and give it to her. She sighs. "Thank you," she says.

"Don't mention it."

Then I whisper in her ear, "Gotta make sure you two are taken care of after all."

I see the corner of her mouth lift into a slight smile. There's my girl. She turns around and hugs me. Her tears are long gone. I caress her cheek and kiss her forehead.

"Let's go," I tell her.

"Alright."

Yori grabs her bag and we carefully file out the bathroom. I must've looked weird to her parents, but it had to be done. I tell her I'm running to the vending machine to get her something easy to drink, so she gets time with her parents.

I smile as I walk away. Because she needs to to do this. I believe in Hiyori. And I hope she believes in me too.

-Hiyori's P.O.V. (normal one)-

As I see Yato walk off, there's a faint smile on his face. I nervously swallow and turn around to my parents.

"Sorry about that. Nerves, that's all," I apologize with a bow.