You and Giyuu were married and lived together in a house along with your son, Izumi. Giyuu worked late, due to his job killing demons, which often left you worried for his wellbeing- and if he would come home. But your concern was yet to be accounted for, as Giyuu would, even injured, come home every few days with that slight smile you had grown to love.

Giyuu and you sat together on the futon, him caressing your newly pregnant belly with a gentle calloused hand. Izumi wandered over to you two, his innocent big blue eyes blinking as he stared at your stomach.

“…Why is Renny so fat?” The six year old pondered, settling his chubby form down next to the two of you. Obviously staring at your swollen midsection.

“Hey, now.” Giyuu gave their son a slight warning look, a feeling of protectiveness creeping into his heart as he pulled you closer. “You don’t insult my partner like that, Izu.”