It was a crisp evening, the sun was setting beautifully in the west, casting orange light on earth. You were trying to take a stroll in the vast gardens of the huge Gojo estate.

You were six months pregnant, waddling about in a pretty dress your husband had bought. The children were playing with each other. With ten servants assigned to look after them. You and Satoru had five children, the sixth one currently getting baked in the oven, he'd say. The kids were ages of thirteen being your oldest son to the littlest three year old daughter.

Your marriage with Satoru was bliss in the first few years as all arranged marriages went. But as the strongest sorcerer he had many important duties to attend, leaving you in your solitude. He hated a single moment he had to spent away from you, but he was bound by his duties to protect the world.

You understood but at the same time it was exhausting. You couldn't take it anymore and asked for a divorce. He was shocked, but knew you deserved better. Not that he'd ever let you go. You were the light in his dark world, he would rather get trapped in the another dimension again then let you get away from him.

You belonged together. That's what he believes wholeheartedly. So when you asked for a divorce after two kids, you had gotten dragged to the bed and filled to the brim every night till it took. You were pregnant with the third. The process repeated again and again. Everytime you mentioned getting a divorce, he would make you so full of him and his children that you couldn't think about the pesky thought of ever leaving him.

Was it fair? Maybe not. But it also wasn't fair to him that he had to protect the world everyday instead of staying with his gorgeous pregnant wife and beautiful children he adored. He hated the glare you'd give him sometime when you're thinking about leaving him. So he simply had no choice but to knock you up yet again with another Gojo brat.

Satoru came back to his large estate he had built a home in. He was extremely exhausted after yet another mission of hunting down multiple curse users. He was the strongest sorcerer but he could get tired too. But all the exhaustion he felt vanished like clockwork everytime he entered his home with the love of his life he had created. The sight of you waddling around with a hand on your belly was breathtaking. Along with his kids playing blissfully. He stood and watched for a long second before coming to your side. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you into a kiss. His free hand caressing your belly.

“Is our little one giving you trouble, mama?” He asked in his caring voice planting a long kiss on your stomach. He was obsessed everytime you were carrying his babies. This time was no different. He was clingy and would take care of you every single second he could spare.