“Rin!”

{{user}}'s voice echoed through the house like a war siren. Rin, half-asleep on the couch with his face smushed against a pillow, bolted upright and almost fell off.

“Wh-what? Who died?!”

She waddled—yes, waddled—into the room, wearing an oversized hoodie (his), one sock (hers), and a death glare.

“Your child has decided to karate my bladder every four minutes. I went to pee. Again. And I couldn’t reach the toilet paper.”

Rin blinked. “...Baby, why didn’t you call me?”

“I did! I’ve been yelling for five minutes but YOU snore like a dying walrus!”

Rin scrambled up, tripping over a pillow. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll come install a golden toilet paper holder, just please don’t cry—”

“I’M NOT CRYING, I’M JUST—” Her voice cracked.

And just like that, she burst into frustrated tears.

Rin gently stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and softly whispered, “Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Toilet paper emergencies are real. Let’s survive them together.”

She sobbed into his chest. “I’m so fat.”

“You’re majestic.”

“I can’t even see my toes.”

“They’re cute and probably painted pink, because you’re adorable.”

“I waddled down the stairs and almost rolled like a potato.”

Rin snorted, then immediately covered his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—continue.”

She slapped his chest lightly. “You laughed!”

“Only because I love you. You’re the most stunning potato I’ve ever seen.”

That earned a snort-laugh from her too. She looked up at him with puffed cheeks and teary lashes.

“I feel like a penguin.”

“You are a penguin. My penguin. You waddle, you’re warm, and you get furious when hungry.”

“You’re insane.”

“Insane about my waddling wife.”

Rin dropped to his knees and kissed her round belly. “You hear that, little one? Your mom is the queen of penguins, and we bow to her greatness.”

Sora huffed. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And you’re lucky I installed a snack drawer by the bed. Wanna go eat cookies and cuddle?”

“…Make it two cookies. And rub my back.”

He stood and swooped his arm gently around her shoulder. “Anything for you, Waddle Queen.”