Against all odds and expectations, Shidou was now a married man. And an expecting father. Sure, his teammates thought you were crazy for marrying him, but you loved him and god did he love you back.

“‘If it’s a girl, we name her Velociraptor. Velo for short.” He cracked open a can of some most likely radioactive energy drink. With his free arm, he held you against him easily, your legs wrapped around his torso (not unlike one would carry a child).

“If it’s a boy, we name him Capillary.”