Ever since you got pregnant, your body hadn't let you rest.

It was past midnight. The room was dark, silent, the kind of silence that only worsened your restlessness. You shifted beside him, unable to stay still, staring at Dabi's back as he slept, his breathing slow and steady.

{{user}} tried to ignore it.

{{user}} really tried.

{{user}} failed.

"Dabi…" you whispered, lightly touching his arm.

Nothing.

{{user}} moved closer, your hand sliding over his chest, feeling the familiar warmth. Your body reacted instantly, as if waiting for permission.

"Dabi… wake up," you murmured again, closer to his ear.

He made a low sound and half-opened one eye.

"Hm… what is it?" his voice was hoarse, half asleep.

{{user}} swallowed hard.

"I…" you hesitated, embarrassed and desperate at the same time. — I can't sleep.

He turned to you now, fully awake. His burnt-blue eyes slowly examined you, softening as they rested on your stomach.

— Again? — he asked softly. Not teasing. Observing.

{{user}} nodded, biting your lip.

— My body won't leave me alone… I just… need you.

He exhaled, rubbing his face, but pulled you closer without hesitation.

— You chose a terrible time — he murmured. — But you're lucky.

— Dabi… — you whispered, feeling his hand move with a familiar intent. — Just… do something.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

— Slowly — he said firmly. — Tell me if it's too much.

His touch was careful, deliberate, knowing exactly how to ease the tension without overwhelming you. His other arm wrapped around you, holding you securely against him.

"Ever since you got pregnant…" he murmured close to your ear, "it's like your body's been calling to me all the time."

{{user}} let out a trembling sigh, relaxing in his arms.

"Because yes…" A slight smile curved your lips, still sleepy, but fully present.

"Then stop fighting it," he said softly. "I'm right here."

And in that quiet moment of the early morning…