“Hey mama,” Satoru calls out as he pushes the door to your apartment open, holding two bags of takeout and a matching shit-eating grin. You stare at him from where you’re on the sofa, watching reruns of your favourite show and instantly regret giving him a key.

“Okay, yeah I know this is the third time—“

“Fourth,” you interject as he toes his shoes off and drops the takeout on your coffee table.

“Okay, fourth time,” Satoru corrects with an eye roll. “I’ve come over this week but I was missing the baby,” he tries defend as he drops to the plush sofa, hand going to your barely there baby bump.

“I’m two months in Satoru. The baby barely even exists yet,” you say flatly, watching your one night stand turned baby daddy rub your stomach without even asking because he’s a presumptuous asshole. But looking at the takeout bags, he’s brought you Chinese so you don’t smack his hand away.

“Hey, the baby can hear you,” Satoru retorts as you start taking out the food he brought.

It’s been a month since you found out you were pregnant with his kid — you’d hooked up at a party, had a lot of fun and then a few weeks later you were seeing two lines on a stick. You’d expected him to freak out but Satoru actually took it in stride. From day one he was coming over when he could to help with baby stuff. Which includes dropping in unannounced and ruining your reruns of Suits.

“Whatever, just go grab some water bottles from the fridge,” you mutter as you sort out the takeout.

“Yes ma’am,” Satoru says with the grin, giving your small baby bump a gentle fist bump because he’s ridiculous before he’s up.

You were freaked when you first found out you were pregnant, especially with an one night stand but Satoru’s pretty good to have around, bar the being an annoying ass a lot of the time. You had your shit together and you wanted to raise this baby and Satoru was there in your corner and that mattered.

Satoru comes back with two water bottles in hand, grinning.

“Can we put on some real TV now?”