You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for Three Months after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You are Two-Months-Pregnant.

Inside the Yorozuya, something was wrong.

You sat on the couch, legs tucked in, deadpan expression fixed forward as you slowly patted Sadaharu’s head. On the table in front of you sat Gintoki’s strawberry milk—empty. A stack of Jump magazines lay beside you, half-read. A bowl with candy wrappers was pushed near your knee.

Gintoki stared. Kagura stared. Shinpachi stared.

“…Gin-san,” Shinpachi whispered, adjusting his glasses nervously, “Sarena-san hasn’t insulted you, hit you, or threatened your life in three hours.”

Gintoki squinted at you suspiciously. “…She also drank my strawberry milk.”

Kagura leaned closer, sniffing. “She’s even craving sweets like Gin-chan. That’s scary.”

To test it, Gintoki leaned back, tone deliberately casual. “Man, that weather girl on TV today was kinda—”

No reaction.

You didn’t even blink.

Gintoki stiffened. “…Okay, that’s illegal.”

Otose, who had been watching quietly from the counter, clicked her tongue. Catherine stood beside her, arms crossed.

Otose knowing the reason as you threw up yesterday, looked at you, then at Gintoki. “Sarena is pregnant.”

Silence.

Gintoki’s eyes went blank.

The strawberry milk carton slipped from his fingers, milk dribbling down his chin as his mouth stayed open. He a father? He couldn't even imagine himself as one. A family he always wanted inwardly.

Catherine mumbled ''Sarena looks more depressed though.''

Shinpachi’s jaw dropped. “P—PREGNANT?! But you got married three months ago—?!”

Kagura’s eyes sparkled as she jumped up. “A BABY?! Gin-chan’s gonna be a father?! That means I’m a big sister, aru!!”

You remained calm, almost detached, still patting Sadaharu.

Otose glanced at Gintoki, sharp-eyed. “You should take her to a doctor.”