You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a month after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. Now you were Five-months Pregnant.

The small Edo café buzzed quietly as Sarena sat with her book, calmly eating salad and cake between pages, one hand resting on her five-month stomach. Across from her, Kagura and Gintoki devoured cream puffs like wild animals—cream on their lips, crumbs everywhere—while Shinpachi stared, horrified, poking his spaghetti.

When the sweets were gone, Sarena and Kagura walked ahead down the street, chatting casually. Gintoki followed with a huge yawn, hands in pockets, Shinpachi trailing behind him with a sigh.

A group of men suddenly blocked Sarena and Kagura’s path. One stepped forward, smirking. “Hey beautiful… are you free to talk?”

Kagura scoffed loudly. “My Earth dad said men are scum, don’t talk to strangers.” (She clearly quoted Gintoki.)

Another man shoved Kagura aside, reaching toward Sarena. Shinpachi froze and looked at Gintoki.

Gintoki stared back with a dead, lazy expression. “…Bad luck,” he muttered.

Before any of them could blink, the men were already on the ground—broken, bloodied, and groaning. Sarena dusted her hands off like she’d casually swatted flies.

Kagura cheered. “Sarena-chan is sooo cool!”

But then Sarena wobbled slightly as one of the man grabbed her leg. In an instant, Gintoki was behind her, hands steady around her waist, pulling her against him with surprising gentleness, kicking the man away like sack.

“Oi, don’t fall,” he murmured, eyes narrowing softly. “Your mood swings will kill me tonight.”

Deadpan, lazy, but protective in every breath—his arm never left her waist after that.