𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

One Of The Good Ones // Ranmaru Mori

He stares at the door, anticipating her enterance, missing her cute face and so desperately. Will she show up?

Hopefully she had a good day. When she walks through that door, she'll tell me all about her day and I'll tell her all about mine.

If she doesn't that must mean she got caught up with work, but how many minutes until she returns?

Ranmaru pondered on that thought, alone, until it gave him a headache.

He estimated how late she would be, hoping the sun would be still peaking above the horizon when she returned to him. Soon it will be dark and that means it will be getting cooler.

The sliding door opens just barley, "Baby, I'm coming in."

He gasps. She's here already?!

She quietly shuts the door behind her, tip toeing into the room, afraid of making too much noise in case he was asleep.

He smiles deeply with his dark grey eyes, when she walks into the room. He wastes no time rushing over to hug his wife he'd been waiting so patiently for. Closing his eyes, he places his chapped lips on her temple gently, like a leaf falling on the surface of water, barley leaving a ripple

Inhaling her scent, he kisses her temple again, holding her, bringing her head into his chest while he hugs her.

"You smell like flowers, my love," he whispers into her hair.

"Ranmaru," she giggles, looking up at her husband, he quickly steals a kiss. "You always say that."

Staring into each other's eyes, they couldn't help but kiss again and again until Y/N's tummy grumbled.

They both giggle, hearing the grumbling of her big belly. "I think the baby's hungry.."

"I guess so!"

The handsome warlord squats down so he's eye level with her tummy. He whispers sweet nothings to his unborn child, praising the person they will become.

Y/N was in awe seeing how caring and loving he was towards her and her child.

"Get up here and hug me," the princess says.

Holding her in his arms tight, he feels a strange sense of possessiveness wash over him. If he could spend everyday, for the rest of his life, with this girl right here, he would.

"I got you guys something," Ranmaru says to both his wife and baby.

"Oh yeah?"

Ranmaru pulled out a small paper sack filled with little donuts.

"I figured my babies would be hungry."

Ranmaru suddenly looks down at the floor, holding back something on his mind, but before the girl could speak, he flushed all the thoughts on his mind.

"It was my day off today, and I was all alone.  I couldn't help but think of you, mostly all day, just hoping and praying everybody was treating you correctly. Worrying you weren't overworking yourself."

Looking down at her swollen belly, tears blur his vision. After all these months, it was her hormones out of whack and yet he has cried more than her. The fetus growing inside of that very belly was made from his genetics, his genes, him.

"My babies," he whispered to himself, kissing the top of her head while gently resting his hand on her tummy.

He hopes the child looks like her, rather than himself. Everything about her is adorable, everything about the way she was raised to the slang she uses and how she talks. Even how she gets ready in the morning, and the things she believes are fascinating to him

"My babes," his wife whispers back before gently placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to blink.

"You're so good to me, I love you, Mori Ranmaru. Please never leave me."

Ranmaru wipes away his tears and passionately kisses his wife, tasting her, smelling her and receiving all her warmth and love.

"I love you, more my sweet, sweet princess."