#since mikey's not cooperating with drafts

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Manjiro x Pregnant Wife

Description: Domestic fluff and angst(ish) with Manjiro before baby Sano arrives.

A/N: I let this sit in my drafts for months trying to decide if I like it and how to finish it (I didn’t). Feel free to give advice and critique.

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Manjiro had long since retired his title and position as Commander of his gang. He was now subdued to a life of domesticity with you, his adoring and heavily pregnant wife. Along with the joy of expecting and adding a new member to their family came a gnawing fear of losing everything important to him once again.

You both laid in bed after a long day and your final doctors appointment before your due date. He absent-mindedly ghosted his hand over the taught skin of your swollen bump. Even this late into your pregnancy, when movement becomes less often, his touch seemed to provoke the baby’s attention and his hand was answered with a barrage of soft kicks. You chuckled at his expression and joked with your husband about your son inheriting his mighty kick. He laughed along with you before you could see a series of emotions flash through his eyes as his face relaxed and his expression turned thoughtful.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” You asked as you reached out to tilt his face towards you and peered into his charcoal eyes. Lately, you’d been trying to talk with him about his fear of revisiting that dark place he was trapped in as he lost member after member of his beloved family.

He nuzzled his cheek past your hand and into the crevice of your neck. “I love you,” he said as he deeply inhaled your scent. “I’m excited to meet him but I’m also scared about what could go wrong. Especially now that we are so close to your due date.”

You rolled to face him and pulled him into you, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and weaving the other hand into his onyx locks. “Everything will be fine. I promise you that you won’t lose us” you said as you kissed the top of his glossy locks.

“After we lost my sister, I never let myself picture anyone else having kids. I couldn’t. It reminded me of the future I couldn’t protect. Even now, I’m unable to picture what our family will look like when he’s here,” he said as his eyes focused on the wall over your shoulder.

“I can’t help but imagine Shin and Emma with their own families and all of the holidays and events we will never experience together. I worry that our son will grow up lonely and end up in dangerous situations like we did. I don’t think I could handle losing my own ch-“ he got cut off by you smothering him into your chest.

You tighten your arm around him a bit more, “don’t put that out there, Mikey,” you said and he squeezed you back feeling slightly nostalgic from the old nickname. “Even without your siblings around, we have our friends and the families they’ve built. We’ve always been as close as family anyway. He won’t be alone.”

He shuffled down the bed an extra foot until he could press his forehead against your swollen belly. “Promise me you’ll be cooperative next week little man,” he pleaded as he pressed his lips to your skin.

“Laying like this is killing my hips, should we take a bath together?” you asked and Manjiro looked up at you with excitement. I would love to darling.”

He ran the warm water while you picked a calming bath soap. You both quietly relished moments like this the closer it was getting to not being just the two of you anymore. Who knew how much longer it would be after your son was born before you would get to relax together in the bath.

You sighed as you both settled into the bubbly water. You pressed your back to his chest, arms resting on his knees like he was your personal recliner.

He helped you wash your body and massaged your aching muscles, taking care to caress each stretch mark that developed as his child demanded more space to grow.

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Manjiro treated you to a foot and calf massage before smoothing lotion over your belly. With one hand still resting on your bump he pulled you into a naked embrace. “I want you to get as much rest as you can before he comes.”

The last week before your due date slowly trickled by with no excitement. Your husband pushed you and himself to voice whatever concerns came to mind so you would both be mentally at peace when the time came. With each of the last three days that passed since your due date, Manjiro became restless and even helped you with the last few nesting touches to baby proof the rest of the house.

That night as Manjiro helped you out of the shower, you felt another splash of fluid hit your feet. “I already put the bags in the car this afternoon,” he quips faster than you can process what just happened.

You labored at home with Manjiro for a few hours. He helped you through each contraction and added pressure to your hips and lower back as you swayed against the kitchen counter. “You’re doing great,” he said, rubbing his thumbs into the dimples on your back, “don’t fight it. Try to relax and breath through it.”

When you hit your pain tolerance and the contractions became close enough together, he gently helped you into the car and headed towards the hospital. Each contraction had him debating on if he should pull off the road or not to help you through them as you dealt with the pain.

The hospital was quick to accommodate you and you settled into your room quickly. Before you knew it, you were only a few pushes away from holding your son. Before the next round of pushing you heaved back against the hospital bed letting out a strained and exhausted groan. “Y/N, I’m here. Right here.” your husband says as he smooths your sweat slicked hair out of your face. “You’re almost there, just a little more and he’ll be out.”

You nodded at his words, face flushed from exertion and eyes teary. You were long past ready to be done with the agony of birth. You took another deep breath as the doctor instructed you to start your final set of pushes. The room around you transformed into a tornado of people readying the room and prepping to clean the baby.

You took a deep breath and held it, pushing with as much strength as you could muster. “That’s it! Keep going, keep going” the doctor encouraged you, “Okay! Stop!” There were suddenly only two sensations you could register, aside from the immense pressure and pain subsiding. One was your husbands weeping face pressed into the side of your hair and the other was an enthusiastic wail coming from the end of the delivery table.

The doctor placed your son atop your belly, skin no longer painfully taught. Your vision was blurred by tears as you looked at him while the nurses were wiping him down. Both you and Manjiro leaned your heads on one another’s, weeping with joy and relief. “Thank you, Y/N. He’s perfect. Thank you for bringing our son into the world safely and healthy.”

The doctor and nurses finished up checking you and your sons vitals and cleaning you both up. You were left with your new little family to experience a moment alone. Manjiro sat on the side of the hospital bed peering down at your sons face pressed against your chest.

Little droplets scattered down the expanse of your shoulder and you tilted your head up to see your husband with tears streaming down his face. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” He asked. “I’ve never felt love like this before. How can I be this happy?”

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Notes

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Thanks to Robert Morris, Patrick Collison, and Chris Dixon for sparking my interest in this topic.

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