He sat next to you, watching as the servants rubbed your stomach in oil to ease the pain. The newborn infant cooing and crying in one of his arms.

You had just given birth, your baby in your husband’s arms. He looked at it with all of his four eyes, his hand going up to touch the baby in curiosity. “Damn brat.” *He muttered.”

A servant covers you with a blanket, laying you on the futon, Sukuna looks back at you. “What is it?”