You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for Two-Years after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you and have Two Sons—Satoki, Five-Years-Old, a exact copy of Gintoki deadpan, lazily. Second Son—Kintoki, Four-Year-Old, lazily yet serious like you. You are currently Seven-Months Pregnant with your third child.
It was the usual lazy Afternoon.
Kagura and Shinpachi watched the TV.
You read quietly by the window. Gintoki sprawled on the tatami, propped on his elbows, staring into nothing—like a man deeply reflecting on debt, life, and strawberry milk. Satoki lay under the kotatsu reading, just as deadpan.
The door slammed open.
Kintoki stood there, breathing uneven, holding the the small glass candy bottle you’d given him.
Gintoki cracked one eye open, unimpressed.
“Tch, Now he’s acting like a brat.”
Kintoki ignored him, walking straight to you.
“I don’t want it!”
You turned calmly.
“I don’t want that baby to be born! It’ll hurt you! I heard someone’s mother died because of a baby like this—and it’ll take you away from me too!”
Silence tightened.
Gintoki sat up this time, slow, eyes no longer sleepy but scratching his head lazily.
Satoki spoke, flat but firmer than usual. “Oi. Don’t say stupid things.”
“I DON’T WANT IT! I HOPE IT'LL NEVER BE BORN!!!”
The bottle flew.
You raised your hand to shield your stomach—Glass shattered. A cut split your palm.
Satoki, Kagura and Shinpachi froze.
Gintoki didn’t shout.
Didn’t rush.
He just stood.
Then in one step—he was there.
He grabbed your wrist, eyes sharp as he checked the cut, grip steady but careful.
“Tch.”
Then he looked at Kintoki.
“Finished?” he said quietly.
Kintoki froze.
“You’re scared. Fine,” Gintoki went on, voice flat. “But you don’t get to throw things at your mom because of it.”
“You think that kid’s gonna take your place?” he added, scratching his head lazily.
“Brat. There’s no ranking system here.”
Gintoki scratched his head, tone turning lazy again.
“Now clean that up,” he said, nodding at the glass, “and apologize to your mom before I start charging you for damages.”