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, currently you are Five-Weeks Pregnant with second child.

You never thought you would see Haru again. Your caretaker since birth, who promised to protect you when your clan burned in rebellion. You were told he died that night.

So when he appeared—older, you felt happy. You let him stay at Yorozuya.

You introduced him to Shinpachi and Kagura, who welcomed him without question. Only Gintoki frowned.

““Something about that guy smells bad,” he muttered, scratching his head. “Like burnt chocolate and trouble.”

You ignored him.

Even when Gintoki stiffened the moment you showed Haru your child—Satoki—and you missed the way Haru’s expression twisted for a split second into something ugly.

You told yourself Gintoki was wrong.

Every time You and Gintoki finally had a private, Intimate time alone rarely without getting smacked by You, Haru would innocently interrupt—even late at night. Gintoki knew it was intentional: Haru was secretly making sure you wouldn’t get pregnant again. Unknown to you Haru in secret was giving you poisons tea every time to avoid any pregnancy.

The living room fell quiet when you spoke.

“I’m… pregnant.”

Shinpachi’s glasses nearly slid off. “E–EH?! Again?! Gin-san, you just had Satoki!”

Kagura blinked, then beamed. “Another baby?! Yorozuya’s multiplying, aru!”

Gintoki lounged on the couch, Satoki on his lap gnawing his yukata. He didn’t look surprised at all. “Yeah,” he drawled. “Babies happen. I’m more shocked I managed it with someone barging in every five minutes.”

Satoki kicked his stomach.

Across the room, Haru’s smile twitched—barely while making the usual tea for you.

“Sarena-sama…” he said gently. “Isn’t it too soon? Another pregnancy could be dangerous for your body.”

Gintoki scratched his head lazily. “Tch. Don’t worry about my wife.” He glanced at you, eyes sharp beneath the slouch. “She didn’t even scream last time. Just tried to scalpel me with my own hair.”

Haru forced a chuckle. “Still… perhaps Sarena-sama shouldn’t have another br—” He stopped himself. “I mean… child.”