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Sara adjusts her sleeping position for the nth time of the night, eventually to carefully sit up. She looks towards the clear glass window, the glow of a full moon penetrating through in a gentle prism. A low groan was heard from her side. She shifts her gaze towards the large-built man, or whom she’d call her husband. He opens his eyes in a peek, still groggy as it was around 3 am.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She asks as she lightly runs her fingers through his slightly unruly hair, eliciting a low hum from him.
“I should be the one asking you that. You need ten hours full sleep.” His raspy and deep voice momentarily made her chest leap and tighten. Is this man not even aware of how sexy he is? Sara immediately composed herself and shrugs. “I can’t fall asleep.”
Itto sits up immediately, rousing him from his groggy state, and holds both her cheeks. His eyebrows were scrunched, concern visible on his face. “Are you alright? Does something hurt? You want me to get you something?”
Sara lets out a chuckle. “No, I’m fine. It’s just, someone’s very energetic today.” She looks down and gently caresses the big bump on her stomach.
“I wonder who he got that from, hm?” Sara looks at Itto to which the man sheepishly grins and lays his cheek towards the bump. “Calm down buddy, you can’t cause your mom too much trouble. I’m more than enough for that.”
Sara playfully rolls her eyes. “Of course.”
Sara lets out a small wince as she feels another kick on her belly. “Maybe all that chocolate I craved-eat earlier made him a bit too hyper.” Sara jokingly says and adjusts herself to a more comfortable position with a soft grunt to which Itto immediately puts a pillow to her lower back.
“Thank you.”
They stay silent for a while before Itto takes her hand and kisses her palm, laying it on his cheek thereafter. “I’m sorry I can’t do much.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, stupid. Don't think I didn't see your search bar last night. 'How to not snore?' or 'How to deal with pregananant woman?' Though I don't know if you meant good or bad in the second one." Sara makes a pretend contemplating gesture before giggling.
Itto, a bit flustered, turns his head away for a bit. "Th-Thats cause, you know, I can be a little-- maybe not a little-- loud when I snore and Yahoo answers told me you need more sleep. I also watched Youtube and they said you carried like six to seven pounds every day, like that’s crazy."
Sara feels her heart clench at this. Damn, a woman can get this lucky huh. She places her fingers on his jaw, directing it to face him. She cups his cheeks and places a lingering kiss on his lips.
"I'm really lucky to have you."
Itto looked at her, flabbergasted as it was not so often for his wife to show affection through words. Is this another pregnancy symptom? But I searched everything up.
Itto lays his head on her nape, nuzzling it. "I should be the one saying that to you. You're beautiful, strong, smart, just-- amazing in every aspect. And I'm well… you know. If Ei hadn’t offered me a job at her company, I could barely even tell myself I deserve you. My resume isn’t really the greatest."
Sara frowns at the statement. "If this is about you being a former member of a gang, then that’s ancient history. You’re now just a very loving husband and soon-to-be father who does his best for his family. Besides, I did kick your ass AND made you fall in love with me. Isn’t that what matters more?”
Itto laughs and raises his head up, “If you put it that way, then you’re right.”
“Also, don’t think I didn’t see you practicing putting diapers on that baby doll you borrowed from Yoimiya. Seeing you mumbling to yourself on the steps is quite the sight to look at, you know. Though I’m a little nervous cause I saw you accidentally breaking its right arm.” Sara makes a playful contemplating gesture, putting a pointing finger on her chin.
Itto’s ears turn flush red. “I promise I’ll be real careful when Itto junior comes home.”
“I’m sure you will.” Sara smiles softly at him.
“You really don’t feel sleepy?” Itto asks again, looking at her and holds her hand in a reassuring squeeze.
“Hm. I’m actually starting to crave something.” Sara says as her mouth starts to water.
“Anything! I mean-- what are you craving, love?” Itto faces Sara like a puppy wagging its tail continuously at her.
“Omurice. With extra ketchup.” Sara grins.
“Coming right up, my queen.” Itto immediately gets up before Sara could utter another word to which Sara only snickers.
He does not even realize all he’s started doing for me ever since the day I told him the big news six months ago.
Before, he’d just mash in all ingredients together without really thinking about it and I'd scold him for it. Almost every day.
Now he actually follows a recipe book to the dot and thus the reason he suddenly frequents Thoma and Ayaka's house four months ago. Well, it was Ayaka who told me all the shenanigans that happened as Thoma taught him how to make miso soup.
He also started waking up earlier than I do, which I was actually surprised at since he had a habit of staying in bed, which I had to get his ass up. Also every single day. At first, he'd wake me up with a cheesy breakfast in bed every day for two weeks till I told him I prefer it when we eat breakfast together. Also for the first week, the toasts were completely black and burnt.
Sara’s eyebrows scrunch at the memory, shaking her head. Though I felt my heart full, my stomach wasn’t. Sara lays her palm towards her bump and whispers. “Sorry, you had to eat that.”
Sara reminisces some more, her face lighting up as she remembers another memory. Hmm, I think it was the day immediately after I’d told him we were expecting our angel.
Right, that day right after she told him she was pregnant. He'd done every household chore, not letting her stand up for the whole day. Jesus, she was pregnant, not physically disabled. The bump wasn't even there yet.
Sara chuckles at the memory. Her eyes soon drifted back to the moonlit sky.
It's such a beautiful night.
I may be drowsy as hell when I wake up but I sure will be in the greatest mood as he kisses me good morning the moment I open my eyes.
She looks down at her bump again. “I’m sure you’d feel that too.”