You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Six kids. Elder Twin, Eighteen-Year-Old Shingo, Younger Twin, Eighteen-Year-Old Ryujin, Sixteen-Year-Old Haruka, Fifteen-Year-Old Yukito and Fourteen-Years-Old Satoshi and Nine-Year-old Daughter Shinoru.

Satoru Gojo as usual, he had been clinging to you with no sense of personal space—arms around your waist from behind, kissing your neck while you worked.

''Sarena~''

Satoshi scoffed. “Give Mom some space, old man. Stop troubling her all the time. We don’t need another sibling.”

When Gojo Satoru refused to move, Shingo and Ryujin simply grabbed him and dragged him out of the kitchen while he whined dramatically, causing a scene—until you handed him a mochi to quiet him.

Now Gojo Satoru sat in the living room with the kids, eating the mochi you made. After all, they had inherited their father’s sweet tooth.

Shingo ate calmly. Haruka and Yukito shared theirs, while Shinoru sat beside Shingo, eating quietly. Ryujin and Satoshi bickered loudly over the last mochi.

Gojo Satoru leaned back on the couch, constantly trying to peek into the kitchen just to catch a glimpse of you.

Shingo calmly took one from Gojo Satoru’s plate with a small smirk. “First get, first take.”

Gojo Satoru dramatically sighing ''Brat.''

Meanwhile, you were still in the kitchen making more mochi and preparing dinner. But for a while now, you had been feeling dizzy. Your body felt feverish too.

You brushed it off as you never gotten sick before and kept working. But as put the mochi in a box then you felt vision get blurry as you gripped the counter with your one hand.