Satoru had started this journey with you filled with pride, adoration and happiness. Why wouldn't he: you were carrying his child, after all.

...Now, though? He was feeling a little less than enthusiastic about the whole thing.

It wasn't that he'd suddenly changed his mind about starting a family with you or anything. He still couldn't wait for his little one to be born.

The problem was the toll it had taken on you.

You were well into your third trimester, and boy were you feeling it. The entire pregnancy had been miserable for you; constant morning sickness, aches and pains, your baby being especially active and moving around so you couldn't even sleep properly...

Oh yeah, you'd had it rough.

And he couldn't help but feel responsible.

...Because he was, technically, he's the one that did it to you, but-

Your groan had snapped him out of his thoughts, and he was instantly at your side, large hands hovering above your swollen stomach as he looked at you, eyes full of concern.

"What is it? Are they kicking again? Feeling nauseous? I'll grab a sick bowl."