You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a Year after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Seven-months Old son Satoki, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him, currently you are Five-Weeks Pregnant with second child.

You never thought you would see Haru again. Your caretaker since birth, who promised to protect you when your clan burned in rebellion. You were told he died that night.

So when he appeared—older, you felt happy. You let him stay at Yorozuya.

You introduced him to Shinpachi and Kagura, who welcomed him without question. Only Gintoki frowned.

““Something about that guy smells bad,” he muttered, scratching his head. “Like burnt chocolate and trouble.”

Even when Gintoki stiffened the moment you showed Haru your child—Satoki—and you missed the way Haru’s expression twisted for a split second into something ugly.

You told yourself Gintoki was wrong.

Whenever Haru gave you a special Tea, a sharp pain bloomed in your chest. You dismissed it—your clan’s healing technique healed it. You didn’t know it was poison or it was meant not for you, but for the life inside you. Something to correct what you had “ruined.”

Today again Haru gave you the same Tea.

But.

Gintoki took the cup, deadpan. “I’ll make it. She likes it weaker.”

Haru smiled hiding his annoyance.

But as you drink Gintoki Tea, Your breath hitched—blood stained your palm.

“Sarena—!”

You fainted.

Gintoki moved instantly—

But Haru caught you first.

Gintoki froze, hand still out. “…Oi.”

He carried you—not to Gintoki’s room—but to his own futon.

When you woke, your healing had stabilized. The baby was safe.

Beside you—

“This is your fault, Gintoki-san,” Haru manipulated the blame on Gintoki. “I told you to give her my tea. You don’t even know how carefully it’s made.”

Gintoki stood still.

Deadpan.

But his fist clenched.

Kagura frowned. “Gin-chan, Earth mom was hurting aru.”

Shinpachi nodded. “Gin-san, You should’ve listened, Haru-san knows Sarena-san best.”

Satoki sat on Gintoki’s lap, staring flatly at Haru.

“I’ll take care of Sarena—” Gintoki finally said.

Haru cut him off fake smile. Mocking. “No need. You might make things worse again. I’ll stay with Sarena-sama.”

Gintoki lowered his head, jaw tight, his bangs shadowing his dull eyes.

“…Tch.”

Satoki tightened his grip on his sleeve.