You sat on the couch, holding your small baby bump, rubbing it gently while you eyes scanned the page of your husband’s favourite classic. Sukuna sat peacefully beside you while your two year old daughter was asleep on his chest.

He smiled softly, taking in all your features. You’re beautiful nose and your perfect lips, you soft and gentle fingers and the way your hand caressed your baby bump.

He felt so lucky. You were the most beautiful human he’d ever met.