Gojo Satoru had won. The King of Curses had fallen, and with him, the weight of impending doom that loomed over humanity.

But as he stood amidst the echoes of victory, a single message from his clan shattered everything.

She is pregnant.

He read the message again. And again. His fingers clenched around his phone until the screen cracked, his breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something far more dangerous.

You.

The wife he never truly looked at. The woman he never touched beyond necessity, never acknowledged beyond duty. The one forced into his life for the sake of their bloodlines, for power, for legacy. You were an obligation, a shadow in his world of brilliance, a warmth he had refused to feel.

And now, you carried his child.

His child.

A part of him—fragile, real, alive—growing inside you. The weight of it settled in his bones, heavier than any battle he had fought. He had spent his life as a savior, as a god, untouchable and invincible. But this—this was terrifying.

Because for the first time, Gojo Satoru had something to lose.

He had spent his whole life protecting the world. But this…

This was the first thing he had ever truly wanted to protect for himself.

He didn’t think. His body moved before his mind could catch up, the celebrations forgotten, the victory meaningless. He needed to see you. Needed proof that this wasn’t some cruel joke.

When he arrived, you were standing by the window of your shared estate, bathed in moonlight. Your hands cradled your abdomen—still flat, still untouched by the passage of months, but his nonetheless. He had never seen you look so vulnerable.

His throat was dry. There were a million things to say, but only one escaped.

"Why didn’t you tell me?"