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CRAMPS (one-shot)

"Unghhhh, everything hurts, and I wanna dieeee".

Jennifer groaned in pain as she rolled over onto her back, the softness of her bed a stark, yet, pleasant contrast to the sharp daggers of pain splicing Jenny's lower abdomen right then.

Mother Nature hadn't been being very kind to Jennifer since her periods - or, as Gojo liked to call them, 'Jenny's bite-y days'- had begun, and she wasn't faring well with it.

Especially since her only source of comfort was off on an important mission in Shibuya right then.

"So I've been hearing for the past hour and a half".

Shoko Ieiri's mocking drawl sounded loudly from the phone that was propped up by Jennifer's pillow, earning a very harsh glare into the screen from the woman.

A bolt of hot cramps shot up Jennifer's stomach, forcing her to read her gaze away from Shoko's concerned expression to choke back a sob with her fist.

Her legs came up to her chest in a fetal position, and she rocked back and forth a little.

"I don't get it, Choco". She whined, balling her fists into the sides of her sweater in frustration. "Why am I being punished by my body for not getting knocked up by Satoru?".

"Not that we're trying to anytime soon". She added hastily, noticing the mild disgust on Shoko's face at her words. "It's just, it would be nice if my uterus wasn't trying to tear a new hole through me every time I move".

Shoko pursed her lips in agreement.

"Maybe it's because of Izanāmi that the pain is so unbearable. I mean, the bitch hardly seems bothered by it and hasn't checked in on me ever since it started. Maybe she's triggered it".

Shoko's camera shook a little as she walked across her operating room, a sympathetic smile playing across her lips.

"I'm so sorry I can't be there massaging your rampaging little self's head and lulling you to sleep right now, Miss hormonal teenager". She chuckled, brushing a strand of her brown hair aside. "A very crucial surgery for-".

"A very crucial Higher Up, yeah, I know..". Jennifer sighed, wincing as cramps evaded her abdomen once again. "Hey, if he acts up anytime during, just stop fixing him up and let him bleed out. Teach that old hag a lesson for talking trash about my wife behind her back".

Shoko laughed at her banter, shaking her head.

"Funny. I see cramps can't deter the Great Jennifer's need for humor".

"I wasn't joking, Choco".

"Yeah, yeah, sure. That'll happen, mhm".

"No really. I wasn't".

Shoko waved her off dismissively with a smile, before turning serious again.

"Speaking of spouses and blood, I hear your superstar husband is wiping the floor with those Curses at the speed of lightning right now".

Jennifer's eyebrows shot up, this time in concern rather than pain. "What? Is he okay?? God, that idiot.. I told him not to hurry back if it was urgent!".

Shoko chuckled, leaning over outside the frame to grab something.

"I mean, with me being appointed on strict lookout duty for you while he's away and him checking in on you through me every 15 minutes, I wouldn't put it past him. Ijichi told me so a while back while monitoring the situation with Nishimiya-san".

Jennifer was about to shoot back a tart response when Shoko swiped her finger across the screen abruptly, her brow furrowing.

"Oh, and it looks like he's all done".

"What??".

Shoko straightened up again, a light, teasing smirk on her lips, hooded eyes twinkling.

"Well then, Miss Jennifer. Guess I won't have to babysit you anymore. By the sounds of it from the text Nishimiya-san just send me, your male-wife is making a quick stop at the grocery store right now".

"Well, tell him not to rus-".

"And I have to go, babe, my patient's here. Gotta go fix this old hag up before Yaga's on my ass again. I'll call you back in an hour or two to check up on you again, okay? Don't die, love. Bye now".

"Wait, Choco-".

Beeeeeep.

Jennifer tossed her phone onto her duvet and flopped onto her bed again with a heavy sigh, scrunching her nose up at the displeasure her stomach was bringing her.

Without Shoko's soothing presence keeping her company anymore, the pain only seemed to increase by a ten-fold.

"Toru, I lied..". She moaned in agony, curling into herself again and allowing the tears to fill her eyes. "I need you".

Who knew not being pregnant could make a woman suicidal?

Suddenly, as Jennifer was rolling about on her bed, trying to soften the dull throbbing somehow, she heard a soft thump downstairs.

It was quickly followed by the slamming of a door, the hurried patter of feet against carpet sprinting up the stair, and, the deafening clatter of a door later, a sweat-soaked, panting albino, still clad in his work clothes, stood before her, blindfold discarded, bulging bags of snacks and all types of gummies and candies clutched in his hand.

"Daddy's home now, shortcake". He choked out between breaths, azure eyes wide with concern and affection, lips stretched in an open-mouthed grin. "Told ya I wouldn't hurry back".

Jennifer bit back a sob of relief, unshed tears still warring against her electric cramps.

He was really here.

Despite the agonizing storm brewing in her abdomen, she managed to push herself off of the bed, weakly crawl across it, and plant her feet on the floor.

She slowly made her way over to her husband, who was calculating her every move with quiet alarm.

She stopped in front of him, her lip wobbling slightly.

Worried, Gojo leaned down a little to reach her gaze, extending the bags in front of her with a little shake.

"I didn't know which candies you liked more after gummies, so I brought all of them, heh.. Do you wanna break open a bag and binge some cheesy telenovelas you can cry to with me, or- OOMPH!".

He was cut off mid-sentence by his own grunt of surprise as Jennifer suddenly tackled him to the bed, the goody bags dropped forgotten to the floor.

She was already flush against him within seconds, her face nuzzled into the warmth of the crook of his neck with a content sigh.

"Those can wait a while". She mumbled, breathing in his husky scent, legs wrapping around Gojo's torso, and waist slotting against his like it was made to be there. "Let's just stay like this for a minute, Toru..".

Satoru laughed, long arms snaking around his wife's slender, koala-like frame, and pulling her impossibly loser as his hands traced soothing circles against the exposed flesh of her thighs.

"Sure, sweetie. We can stay like this as long as you'd like".

Let's just say.. it was not just for a minute.