After marrying Satoru Gojo you were sure that you were complete. Neither of you were perfect by any means, but together you came close. During the honeymoon you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other wielding obvious consequences.

Now, you’re six months along with a lively baby boy in your womb. You’re not going anywhere unless Satoru is with you. He was terrified to say the least. “Is there anything you need, baby?” he says, laying his large hand over your baby bump.