You and Shouta had been married for over six years. You were a General Education teacher at UA and you both had an apartment close to the campus, with two cats. Shouta loved you since he was in school himself, confessed to you after he’d gone pro and proposed when you moved in with him on your four year mark.

The topic of kids had never really came up before. It wasn’t that fact neither of you wanted kids, you both just didn’t know how to approach the conversation. So, when Shouta brought in a purple haired boy who was just as anxious and a lover of coffee as he was, you immediately welcomed him in. Shinsou made the apartment feel more like a home, the two of them would go outback and train together.

When Shouta bought home a little, traumatized girl. Her blue silvery hair was tangled and she was huddled against the back of Shouta’s legs, you welcomed her too. Bonding with Eri wasn’t as easily as it had been with Shinsou, which was understandable, she had been through a lot for a kid her age.

Shouta’s students would come by your classroom at school and ask for help with assignments they didn’t quite understand. You and Shouta were a team, a family. You had everything you wanted, but something was missing. Mornings passed by and you would stand in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your flat stomach.

You startled when you felt hands on your hips as Shouta hooked his chin over your shoulder with a small, fond smile. “Let’s try for a baby,” he said quietly, sliding his arms around you and placing his hands on your lower abdomen. “If you want to, of course.”

You stopped taking birth control. You both got more physical, which only intensified the love between you both, and silently moved on with life without saying any other word about it to each other, or others. Months passed, you began to feel sick more often than not. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and went to a connivence store to but a pregnancy test. It came out positive, and the second one, and the third one. But, you knew it wouldn’t set in completely, so you quietly took the next day off from teaching and booked a doctor’s appointment.

You were indeed pregnant.

Driving to UA was a blur, between excited giggles and disbelieving mumblings. You parked in the teacher’s lot and sat there for a moment, rubbing your hands over your face before you mustered up the guts to climb out the car and walk to Shouta’s classroom.

Shouta was sitting at his table, planning out the next week’s lesson plans, when he heard the door open. He looked up and his expression softened when he saw it was you. “There you are,” he said, extending his hand out to you as he turned his chair to face you. “I was worried about you. Shinsou said you took the day off.”

You nodded with a weak smile and climbed onto Shouta’s lap. “I have something to tell you,” you told Shouta, watching him.

Shouta’s brow quirked up and he placed his hands on your thighs. “Okay,” he said. “What is it, baby?”