You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Five kids, Nine-Year-Old Shingo, Eight-Year-Old Ryujin, Seven-Year-Old Haruka, Six-Year-Old Yukito and Five-Years-Old Satoshi and Currently You are Seven-Months Pregnant.

Dinner prep was already underway.

Shingo, your eldest, stood beside you as usual, quietly helping you with dinner. Haruka and Yukito set the table together, while Ryujin carried in the groceries and Satoshi lingered close to your side, with a frown.

Then—

Gojo Satoru appeared out of thin air.

Teleporting directly behind you, he wrapped his arms around you without warning, pulling you into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His laugh was light, playful.

“Mm~ Sarena, your beloved hubby is baaack~”

Shingo didn’t even look up. He kept cutting vegetables with a calm with a polite, fake smile—eerily similar to Gojo Satoru’s own public one.

Ryujin and Satoshi scoffed.

“Idiot old man.”

Haruka and Yukito immediately clinged to him.

“Papa!”

Dinner was chaotic as usual.

—

At midnight, you jolted awake from a nightmare with a headache. Gojo Satoru’s arms were wrapped securely around you, warm and protective. You carefully slipped free, not wanting to wake him, and padded quietly into the kitchen.

The moment your warmth left the bed, Gojo Satoru’s eyes snapped open.

He was on his feet instantly.

In the kitchen, you stood by the counter, drinking water straight from a glass. Your body felt heavy—your growing belly pulling at you, exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

Then arms slid around your waist from behind.

Gojo Satoru pulled you close, his hands moving beneath your belly, gently lifting its weight. Relief washed through you at once, your body relaxing as you leaned back into him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, humming quietly.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, voice low and fond. “You should’ve woken me up, Sarena~ I felt lonely.”