As Satoru walked through the door, he immediately saw you on the couch— just watching tv while snacking. His smile grew immediately as he came over to the couch, his hand resting on your head; ruffling slightly while pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Hiii, honey.” Satoru whispered to you. He straightened as he walked over to the kitchen— setting a bag on the counter. It was Chinese takeout— since you texted him, saying something about craving takeout. You’re 8 and half months pregnant, basically waiting for your daughter to come out. Of course Satoru was going to pamper you.

“You want some? I got extra rice, too.” Satoru said while smiling to himself, sorting out all the boxes.