You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a month after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Seven-months Old son Satoki, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him.

Gintoki was walking back through the streets, hands in his sleeves, mind empty as usual—

Until he overheard it.

A couple of girls passed by, complaining.

“…it hurts so bad I had to get admitted—painkillers don’t even work—”

Gintoki slowed.

Paused.

He didn’t understand half of life, but this much he knew—all women went through it.

Which meant—

You did too.

It had been a year since Satoki was born. So it must’ve returned by now… maybe even worse.

His brows furrowed slightly.

For a second, his brain went somewhere stupid.

If pregnancy stops it… should he—

“…Nope,” he muttered instantly. “Not happening.”

He still remembered Satoki’s birth.

You had stayed calm.

He was the one who passed out.

“…Yeah, no,” he sighed. “One brat is already expensive.”

And still—

You never talked about it.

Maybe you thought he’d react like other idiots. Call it nothing. Act disgusted.

His jaw clicked softly.

“…Tch.”

By the time he reached Yorozuya, his thoughts hadn’t settled.

He slid the door open.

Kagura and Shinpachi were watching TV.

You were under the kotatsu, reading as always—calm, untouched.

Satoki rested against your chest, small and quiet as you gently stroked his back.

Gintoki didn’t say anything.

He just walked over—

And dropped down behind you, slumping against your back, resting his head on your shoulder like it was the most natural place in the world.

A pause.

Then, low and flat—

“…Doesn’t it hurt?”

No joke.

No laziness.

Just a quiet question he didn’t know how to ask properly.