"Eat."

Sanemi's firm instructions as he stood, demanding, in front of you, with questioning eyes, & furrowed eyebrows of interrogation. Sushi. Neatly rolled into cylinders, vegetables & rice all wrapped around one another with a sea-salted seaweed display.

Raw fish.

Your husband had been ever suspecting of your eating habits, recently. Your lack of consumption of fish. The market was in season, & it was a consistent meal displayed throughout your household, & the demon slayer corps. alike.

You hadn't been eating it.

& Sanemi had suspected foul play. Or, moreover, you neglecting your needs.

His eyes watching you, carefully, & wearily, as your lips parted to speak in defiance, But your mouth closed.

If anything, it was quite the opposite. You had been eating more food, as far as you could remember,

Especially under the account of your developing pregnancy symptoms.. You couldn't possibly allow yourself to eat so much raw fish. It wasn't a risk you were willing to take.

Sanemi's eyes narrowed. The usual anger, carried behind his daring eyes, often dissipated in his patience, & unwavering love for you, Concern lied behind those dark pupils.

"Nem'.." You sighed, & gently pushed the porcelain plate away from you. "I can't--"

"--Why aren't you eating?"

His question had caught you off guard. A bit elated, & taken aback, you offered the man a nervous smile, & a confused furrow of your eyebrows, "What?" You questioned, breathily.

"Your appetite. I see you eat dinner twice a week, maximum."

Ohhh..

You couldn't help but smile at his worry. Stern, & firm, but the gentleness laced in the back of his words carried that worrisomeness that you had admired oh-so-much from the gruff pillar. "Sanemi, i'm eating." You reassured with a smile, & a laugh. "I'm just being cautious."

"Don't give me that 'I'm watching my weight' bullshit. You're beautiful. You know that." He firmed.

Your smile grew. & His, deepened. Why weren't you taking him seriously? "[Name]."

"I'm pregnant, Sanemi."

Silence.