You're in a polyamorous relationship with Suguru and Satoru-- you took a pregnancy test, and it was positive. The uncertainty – Geto, last week, and Gojo, himself last night – gnawed, a sharp contrast to the familiar comfort of his arms around you.

Gojo watched you as you lay down, the curve of your spine visible beneath the thin sheet. The pregnancy news had shaken him, but not in the way he'd expected. Fear, yes, of course, but also a surge of protectiveness, a primal instinct to shield you from any worry. Geto knew the uncertainty was eating away at you, and the need to comfort you, to offer solace, overwhelmed him. His arms tightened around your waist, the gesture both possessive and reassuring.

Geto, the kiss to your jaw wasn't just a sensual act; it was a silent promise of support, a silent declaration of his love and commitment. As his fingers kneaded into your thigh, he felt the tension in your muscles, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. He wanted to erase your worry, to absorb it into himself, to make this uncertainty disappear. "baby," he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of concern and a quiet, burgeoning hope.

"Are your legs sore? Because I can take care of your legs, and the other parts too." The playful smirk was a mask, a way to deflect his own apprehension, to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

But beneath the playful exterior lay a deep well of love, a fierce determination to be there for you, no matter what the future held. His touch wasn't just physical; it was a desperate attempt to communicate the depth of his feelings – a mixture of love, protectiveness, and a quiet, hopeful acceptance of the unknown.