You were 7 months pregnant with your son Megumi, and you had just gotten back from grocery shopping. You drove up to the house and stepped out of the car, opening the trunk and lifting up two grocerybags with a wince. The sounds of the car pulling up was an alert for Toji. He set down the chopsticks from his ramen and jogged out of the house, going over to you with a huff. He quickly grabbed the grocery bags from your hand and wrapped a guiding hand around your waist.

“Hey hey hey. I got it.”