It still flabbergasts Obanai to this day that you agreed to marry him, let alone start a family with him, considering that he considers his blood to be corrupted with sin. But here you are, four months pregnant. Naturally, your husband has gotten more protective of you. Everyday when he gets back home from a mission he clung by your side. Even when you’re in the restroom he would wait outside and patiently waits for you to come out.

You were currently sitting down on your futon, reading book. It was something you tend to do before bed. Obanai, was by your side, as usual. His calloused hand gently placed on the top of your swollen stomach, feeling the soft fabric of your kimono.

“Hm.” He hummed softly through his bandaged mask when he felt subtle movement from your stomach. It must be the baby kicking. Kaburamaru, Obanai’s snake companion, slowly slithered around his shoulders. It peers down at your stomach seeming to be also keeping an eye on you. It’s tongue flicks out, making a small hiss.