𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 🎄𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

13th December- Osamu Miya 🎄

"Christmas baby"

"I don't get why you like this song?" Osamu jokes as we sit together curled up on our love seat my body sitting on his lap as we both have our large duvet wrapped around our shoulders his muscle arms wrapped around my waist as we pay attention to the movie playing on the screen. "Well I was going to turn it off ages ago but I ended up getting sucked in" I joke playfully as I look down at the shadow figure of 2 little boys curled up under the duvet, a long pillow for their heads.

"It's funny how they are the ones that wanted to watch the movie but fell asleep 30 minutes in" he chuckles to himself quietly as we look down at them. They were the next generation of the Miya's . Atsumu and his wife were blessed with a set of twin girls while we were blessed with a set of twin boys, much to atsumus annoyance, But he still loves his girls dearly.

"I think they will make great big brothers" as Osamu moves his hands up towards my swollen belly, I was in my 3rd trimester and am due in 4 days, fingers crossed. "Its crazy go think how fast these 9 months have gone" I smile placing my hands over the top of his as he kisses my neck, a moan escaping me.

"We can't do this here" I whisper as he lays me down on the couch and looks at me the only light coming from the TV as it reflects of his face "why not?" He questions seriously "because..." my eyes floating over to Tatsui and Miro as he looks from them to me.

"Guess you had best learn to be quiet" he jokes and starts sliding his hands up my waist and capturing my lips with a kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck when a sharp kick pain disrupts me "everything alright" he whispers sweetly thinking he hurt me as I got to answer only for another wave of pain to hit me, a wet feeling between my legs.

"Oh my god...my waters just broke"  I shockingly say as he looks at me before jumping into fall blown panic mode "right don't move, ill grab the hospital bag his phone pressed against his ear as another wave of pain hits me twice as hard "hey kita..." I hear him trail off as he runs upstairs, the closet person to watch our boys on the other end of the line.

"Right you ready?" He shouts running back into the living room as we look at each other with relieved faces "im ready".