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kensington-queen · 11 months

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Tsugaru’s Baby’s Cravings

Fandom: Her Love in the Force - One-Shot

Pairing: Tsugaru/MC (named Emi here but it’s only mentioned once)

Rating: Fluffy T +

AO3 Link: here

Tsugaru comes into the bullpen with a bag from the convenience store, his usual smile on his face when he spots her sitting at the desk in front of Momo’s. Her own lunch is rice and fried chicken with some vegetables that were left over from their shared dinner, which he had graciously let her take.

He disappears into the kitchenette, reappearing with his lunch a couple of minutes later. He sits in the chair beside her, intent on eating with her.

“Wanna try, Little Hare,” Tsugaru asks, showing her one of those quick meal ramen cups. The flavor is matcha, which is not too out there for him. But then he takes out his faithful Tabasco sauce, pouring a liberal amount on top of the hot noodles. She instantly wrinkles her nose.

“Ew, no thank you,” she politely declines like he knew she would. He grins at her, shrugging, content with shoving his noodles into his mouth. He looks so cute, she thinks absent-mindedly as she takes a bite of her own lunch, watching him.

Something smells good, she notes a minute later, getting a whiff of something appetizing. What is it? She sniffs discreetly. Something spicey. Paired with something that had an underlying scent that blended subtly in. Wait a minute. No. Surely not? She leans in toward Tsugaru, taking another sniff.

His lunch!

It smells… delicious. Why?

“Changed your mind?” he asks, aiming his chopsticks playfully at her mouth. The noodles come too close to grazing her lips, so she sits away.

“Just trying to figure out what about that combo is appetizing,” she innocently replies, hoping he won’t catch on. He’s too smart sometimes, too good at reading people, and especially good at reading her. Nothing can be hidden from his eyes when it comes to her.

“Who wouldn’t find this good? Here, have a dessert,” he shoves a wasabi-flavored KitKat into her mouth instead, catching her off guard. Her nose automatically wrinkles in reaction, anticipating a slaughter on her taste buds but she finds herself eagerly eating it and swallowing.

“You like it?” He asks, his eyes sparkling as they dance mischievously waiting for her reaction. Oh god, she didn’t hate it. Why isn’t she hating it? Why does she want a second helping?

“It’s not the worse thing you’ve shoved into my mouth,” she grumbles carelessly, forgetting where they are for a moment. Tsugaru’s eyes widen briefly before a very specific look falls onto his handsome features as his eyes turn the slightest bit sultry. Across from them Momo, too close to pretend he didn’t hear her comment, chokes on his coffee.

“Little Hare, how brazenly dirty of you” Tsugaru whispers wickedly, a huge grin appearing on his face as she catches on to what she just said. Her cheeks redden.

“You know what I mean, Tsugaru! Snacks! Your snacks!”

“I have been referred to as a snack before, so this isn’t the first time,” Tsugaru says, enjoying her spluttering and embarrassment a little too much. She glares at him. “I’m glad you think my snacks are tasty, Little Hare. You’ll get more treats, I promise.”

Then he winks at her, the bastard.

“Takaomi,” she hisses, low enough so only he can hear. Uh-oh.

“I’m just kidding, Emi, just kidding! Momo help!” He wheels away fast, getting out of her range. She’s dangerous when mad.

Later on, once things settle back down with Team Tsugaru, she finds herself struggling to concentrate on a report. She makes a mental checklist as she stares at the report. Fatigue. Aches. Breast tenderness. Finding Tsugaru’s weird food appealing. Her eyes flicker to her mini calendar on her desk, scrutinizing the dates.

When was she last on her period?

She doesn’t bother with a store-bought test, instead calling up the nearest OBGYN clinic to the office on her break while alone on the roof. She gets the next available appointment for after work the following day.

She decides to not alert Tsugaru about this in case it’s a false alarm when she gets home, making her way up to his place. He cooks her pasta with homemade sauce, giving her the normal version first before dumping seven spices and mint of all things into his own portion. She hates the way it smells appealing. Who puts mint into pasta sauce, to begin with, never mind with seven spices?

She deduces she must be pregnant because only a baby that she is carrying that is half Tsugaru could possibly cause her to temporarily lose her sanity and find herself wanting a taste of his strange food combinations. She’s going to have to fight the insane food cravings she realizes when he offers her eel soda and she accepts, drinking it like she would Sprite or Coca-Cola.

Otherwise, she’s going to be the only one with normal tastebuds in the house.

The doctor confirms her suspicions the next day after work.

She’s 11 weeks along and she gets a huge scolding about the dangers of her chosen field of work from the doctor who’s alarmed she didn’t notice her period being late because it’s normal given the stressful demands of her job. She’s told explicitly she needs to be very careful going forward now that she’s aware.

It’s lucky that Tsugaru has been out in the field with Momo when she left for her booked appointment time, otherwise, it would have been incredibly difficult to find an excuse to leave the office without admitting the truth to him. She makes it to their apartment before he does, the small scan tucked carefully away in her planner until she steps inside, where she moves it to her pocket.

She’s excited. Really excited. The idea of having his child sets her heart soaring. She’s nervous too, and concerned about how he might react. The trauma of his past is going to emerge with this pregnancy, she’s sure of it. He might go into a dark place with worry once she’s around the same time as his mother had been when she was killed, and she needs to be prepared for that.

But she knows Tsugaru and his desire for a family.

They’re dating with the intention of marriage, and have been since the start when he proposed before asking her out officially. They’re a little over two years of being together, and lately, the conversation around potentially making Noa part of their family legally has been happening with Shirogane.

The confirmation of this pregnancy further confirms her desire to make Noa theirs permanently. It’s a big change in dynamics though, one she needs to talk over with Tsugaru. She darts around the kitchen, cooking a simple stir-fry to go with rice, her nerves dancing as she plays the waiting game for his arrival home.

“I’m homeeee,” his voice calls out from the doorway; her heart beats a bit faster, and even though it’s far too early to feel a kick, she swears she can feel a tickle in her tummy from the baby she’s carrying. Their baby.

The plan is to tell him after dinner.

But when he steps into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, hugging her close, the plan goes out the window.

“Takaomi,” she murmurs into his chest as she relaxes under his tight embrace. Dinner is ready to be served, she should move away to serve, but when she does his eyes catch hers and she finds herself biting her lip before the words spill out. “I’m pregnant.”

He stares at her, arms further tightening around her. Has he forgotten how to breathe? She waits patiently, letting her own arms loop up around his neck. She steps up on her tip-toes and presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she hears him exhale slowly. When she lands back on her feet a moment later, he’s smiling. A genuine smile, though his eyes are wide and watery from both worry and joy.

“Really?” He asks, just to be sure. She takes out the scan from her pocket and gently hands it to him. He touches it, then touches her stomach. “How, how far along?”

“11 weeks,” she tells him, hoping he won’t think about the dangerous missions she’s been on recently. “I have a pretty good idea of when…”

His eyes darkened, remembering immediately what she was referring to.

An early Sunday morning.

Sunlight filtering in through the windows.

A quiet, sleepy warmth shared between them.

A moment where they gave to each other honestly without reserve.

She presses a hand over his, which is placed on top of her stomach. “I want this with you,” she says, looking at him. Reassuring him. She can sense the underlying anxiety that’s fighting with the excitement and happiness in his eyes.

“I want this too,” he replies, flipping his hand so he’s threading their fingers tightly together. “I want Noa to be a big brother.”

“Me too,” she smiles as the scent of the stir-fry overcooking catches her nose. “Dinner!”

She dashes to turn off the stovetop, sighing at the blackened stir-fry mess in the pan. He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle with his head resting on top of her own.

“Let’s get take out. Any cravings yet?”

“Actually,” she spins to face him again. “I actually really liked the wasabi KitKat earlier. I’ve been infected with your weird tastes thanks to this baby!”

The widest grin expands across his face, pure delight radiating off of him as he laughs out loud.

“There was never any doubt this baby was mine,” he says, teasing, “but this just confirms it. I’ll buy out the shelf if you want more wasabi KitKats.”

“I don’t want them, the baby does!” She protests, pouting. A small, soft kiss makes it disappear a second later. “Are you happy?”

“I’m thrilled,” he says, the sincerity in his voice clear as a bell. “You’re banned from missions. Desk duty until maternity leave,” he adds a second later. “You’re my Little Hare carrying my baby bunny after all. Say,” he lifts an eyebrow playfully. “If it’s a girl what about the name Usagi?”

“I’m not naming my daughter after Sailor Moon,” she replies, though she’s sure he could probably charm her into agreeing when he gives her that particular smile of his that's on his face. “Besides it could be a boy.”

“I think it's a girl,” Tsugaru confidently says. “Usagi, your daddy can’t wait to meet you!” He takes her by the hand, tugging her to the sofa in the living room. “Usagi are you hungry for daddy’s favorite food?”

“No, she’s not! We want pizza. With pepperoni and cheese! With a bit of onion.”

“I’ll order the works,” Tsugaru promises, phone in hand. “Anything for my special girls.”

“We could be having a boy,” she reminds him, though she feels like he’s probably going to be right. He always is.

There’s a lot still they need to talk about and decide; telling Shirogane, moving into a new place, getting married and adopting Noa, and eventually telling the office about the pregnancy. There’s the part of his heart that’s afraid too, which will need extra love and reassurance as the pregnancy proceeds.

But as they sit close together, she relaxes as his head rests next to her stomach, still flat, as he talks to the baby, cooing “Usagiiiii!” Her hands' thread through his hair, happy.

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