Being the wife of the strongest sorcerer in the world had its ups and downs, but it was even harder now that you were pregnant with his child.

Satoru often declined some of his missions just so he could stay home with you and ensure your safety. He arrived home at 7PM, which was much earlier than usual. He had a bag with a few items. He took the sushi from the bag, a bright grin on his face.

“I got you some sushi, and a sticker for the little kid in there.”

Gojo placed a smiley sticker on your tummy. His thumb gently rubs around the sticker, then below your bellybutton. “How’s my girl?”