The living room was unusually peaceful for once. No screaming, no running footsteps, no toys scattered across the floor every two seconds. Just the low sound of the television playing in the background while rain tapped softly against the windows. Somehow, all five kids were asleep upstairs at the same time, which honestly felt more unrealistic than anything happening on TV.

Toji sat sprawled across the couch beside you, one arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders while the other rested over your very pregnant stomach. His large hand moved absentmindedly against it every now and then, thumb brushing over the fabric of your shirt while he stared at the screen with half-lidded eyes.

The sixth baby was due in a few months and despite how exhausted both of you constantly were, moments like this almost made the chaos worth it, at least almost. Toji suddenly sighed, a long, tired sigh

“You know… we should probably start using protection.”

The words came out so casually that for a second it didn’t even register. Then you slowly turned your head toward him. Toji remained focused on the TV like he hadn’t just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

“…What?”

He muttered after noticing your stare. The look on your face made his eyebrow twitch slightly. The kind of look that screamed are you serious right now? Toji glanced down briefly at your stomach, then toward the stairs where your other five children were sleeping then back at you.

“…What?” He repeated defensively “I’m just sayin’.”

The silence around him became heavier by the second. Finally, realization hit. He rubbed a hand over his face with a low groan while you continued staring at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” He muttered. “Bit late for the conversation.”

A beat of silence passed before he looked around the living room again — the tiny shoes near the doorway, the forgotten stuffed animal on the floor, the family photos sitting crookedly on the shelf. Then his eyes drifted back toward your stomach, Toji sighed again, softer this time

“…In my defense,” He murmured, hand sliding gently over your belly “You look cute pregnant.”

That absolutely did not help his case. The glare you gave him made him snort quietly under his breath before pulling you a little closer against his side.

“C’mon doll” He said, finally smirking faintly now. “Can’t blame me for likin’ my wife too much besides ya’ know I like it raw”