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3rd Month in
"Katsu?"
It was a call of his name spoken as a question, but she already knew the answer. He had almost never fallen asleep since she had told him. He was always too busy worrying about what could happen to her.
"Mmm?"
"Do you really think (Girl's Name) is a good name?" the girl asks softly, rising from her position in the (Name)-carved crook of his arm and resting her chin on the space between his pecs.
"I do." She hears irritation in his voice. She had asked it many times before.
"Really?"
"What did I just say?"
"Shh, don't be so harsh Katsu. The baby might catch your harshness disease."
"What the hell, woman?" He pushes his wife back into her side of the bed before resting the side of his head on his hand, switching the staring positions. It was easier to admire her like this.
"The harshness disease, created by you. You made that disease. I'll blame you if our baby gets your disease."
An amused snort escapes him. From the faint stripes of city-lights illuminating her face, he sees his wife's lips spread into a beaming smile.
"Don't smile like that you shit." The things he could do to that mouth... kissing it was his favorite mouth-to-mouth activity. But that would just tear his manly pride apart, so his head remained on top of his hand, lips feeling unstimulated.
"No swearing!!" she reminds him, grin falling into a frown.
"Then don't smile like that, you weirdo."
"A little bit better. Try harder."
"You shitty fu—"
She presses a finger to his lips.
"No. Swearing."
He notices the solemnity in her voice and shuts his mouth, mumbling a softly-spoken apology before completely going quiet.
"Thank you for apologizing." She suddenly moves the finger on his mouth into his dirty-blonde hair, thumb reaching out to caress the area near his eyes.
"You're acting like my mom," he mutters, staring at the wrinkled sheets under them both instead of her eyes. "It's annoying and weird."
"I'm going to be a mom, Katsu." They smile at the same time. His expression grows so much softer.
"I'm going to be a father." He reaches up to disentangle her fingers from his hair. Gently, he slips his fingers into the spaces between her digits, spaces that fit his fingers perfectly.
"Do you find it a little hard to process?"
"No. Having a family with you has been on my mind for a while."
"At least I know you really want this."
"Dumbass. Why wouldn't I want a family with you?" He squeezes her hand.
