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[violetmuses]

Don’t Go Screamin’ - R. Reigns (Part 8) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns (ft. Damian Priest)

Love Interest: Female Reader

Part 7

@episodes-ff @expert-texpert @persethegawd @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @dabratzchronicles @luvrsluxe 🏷

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During another episode of “Monday Night Raw,” exhaustion hit one of your matches this evening and professionals helped out during the commercial break.

Even your opponent Liv Morgan stopped messing around. She even scrambled in the training hall to join Rhea Ripley for this unexpected situation.

“I’m calling Damian, this isn’t funny.” While Rhea looked for you, Liv turned her call on speaker as ringing echoed in the medical room.

“Liv? What’s wrong?” Damian’s New York accent picked up within seconds of Liv Morgan dialing this phone.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but she almost fainted during our match.” Thinking of you, Liv clutched this phone, genuinely nervous.

“What the hell? Don’t hang up! I’ll be right there.” Leaving that hotel, Damian would stay with you on the road if scheduling didn’t lock other broadcasts.

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Once the commercial break ended, experts figured out what happened and this moment changed your world forever.

“I have an announcement, everyone.” Gaining clearance from professionals, you joined another episode of “Monday Night Raw, joining Damian and Rhea in the ring. Even Liv covered her mouth through countless emotions and waited for this news to drop on live television.

“What’s going on?” Waiting behind the table, commentators held their breath with each passing moment. Thousands of people could listen to you no matter what.

“Due to recent events, I will no longer be able to compete in Wrestlemania this season.” As you revealed this heartbreaking statement, voices gasped from the audience.

“Oh, no!” Announcers pulled more and more shock with the crowd as Damian held your hand tonight.

“I’m only leaving the company again because I’m pregnant!” You finally offered the news and this building erupted with outright happiness

“My goodness! Congratulations to Our Former Champion and Damian Priest.” Commentators almost jumped up, overwhelmed for you and Damian of course.

Credits stopped the television program. Of course, you and Priest shared a group hug with Rhea, absolutely thankful.

*****

“Hello everyone. Thank you for watching as we kick off Wrestlemania 41!” Announcers pulled joy for the biggest occasion in sports entertainment.

“Jey!” Seated as your pregnant belly veiled ringside, you cheered next to Damian with the biggest smile on your face.

Your brother Jey Uso returned to Wrestlemania and planned to defeat Gunther at last!

“Before I start everything and kick Gunther's ass tonight, congratulations to my sister! We love you so much.” Jey pointed to you and Damian. Even fans would cheer again.

While thousands of people shrieked around the large-scale building, cameras zoomed inward and Damian stood behind you, floating on Cloud Nine.

“Thank you, Jey. Let's go!” You cheered until this fight began.

It's time! You thought.

______

“Jey climbs our top rope looking for another Uso Splash and points to his battlefield sister: The Former Women's Champion!” Professionals called action while Jey shared this incredible moment with you.

“Do it!” Nearly crying, you can't help beaming for Jey as Damian holds your stomach.

“See you soon, princess!” Subtitles picked up the movement of Jey's lips.

This time around, his grin revealed that you would have a daughter with Damian Priest.

When your brother Jey landed this spot and hooked Gunther's leg, one official hurried to count. Thousands of people yelled right along.

“1-2-3. Jey Uso is the new World Heavyweight Champion!” Many voices chanted.

Sooner than later, vibrant confetti rained down as the chimed bell rattled this long-awaited ending!

Ditching Gunther, Jey turned from the ring and found you both, whispering as production cameras welcomed this special moment.

“Thank you.” Jey still nodded by you with quiet tears.

“You did it, Jey.” Your smile brightened more and more.

“Thank you. Get back safe, but I'll see y'all tomorrow.” Security turned your brother away as the celebration kept raving in this audience.

*****

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is the blockbuster conclusion of Wrestlemania!” Commentators would open another segment of history.

This evening, Charlotte Flair also lost that Women's Championship and Tiffany Stratton prevailed, winning her first chance on the stage.

But now, war picked up one last time during the final event.

Two men would cross paths for The Universal Championship.

“Wrestling has more than one royal family.” Loud thuds pulled strong percussion and thousands cheered over one familiar voice.

“Adrenaline in my soul!” Screaming turned in all directions when hopeful rock pulled strings. The upbeat crowd lost their minds for Cody Rhodes.

“Cody Rhodes: The Universal Champion has arrived!” Commentators welcomed this moment.

Greeting joyful viewers and marching down the large entrance ramp, Cody paused and stood across from you, grinning toward Damian as well.

“Congratulations.” After known subtitles returned for the program, Cody squeezed your hand and joined that ring, prepared for another big event.

“Who could possibly challenge Rhodes for this Universal Title?” Announcers panicked through questions. “Jey Uso became the World Heavyweight Champion against Gunther and Kevin Owens lost Cody's ladder rematch during the Royal Rumble!”

Once spotlights turned blue from heaven, three roaring drums pulled thousands of viewers near chaos and heroically ominous music returned.

“Are you kidding me? The Tribal Chief has just returned to Wrestlemania!” Announcers can't believe what's going on.

As you palmed your belly for obvious reasons, Damian Priest stood, lifting one finger in the air when fans acknowledged Roman Reigns.

“Let's go!” Even your brothers Jimmy and Jey Uso helped out, almost sizing up the cameras to welcome this unbelievable experience.

Flagged by Paul Heyman once more, Roman marched down the entrance ramp, but slowly paused after noticing that you sat down for once.

“Hey.” Roman's Southern accent nearly whispered. You smiled, but Damian gently shook his head.

“We'll talk later. Go kick his ass!” Damian pointed to the ring and Reigns looked up, noticing that Cody stood for war.

“Getting my shit back. Watch!” Reigns pulled his well-known attitude, never asking personal questions.

“Then do it.” Damian nodded, watching how Roman joined the ring at last.

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“Roman just cornered this turnbuckle to measure Cody….” Announcers held their breath.

“Get it back, Chief!” Damian yelled from the crowd. “Go.”

As if fate pulled his speed, Roman charged forward and aimed the most diabolical Spear against Cody, locking Rhodes straight down.

“Spear to Rhodes!” Commentators scrambled all over again. “Reigns could begin his second chance as the Universal Champion.”

“1-2…Cody kicked out!” Announcers relayed more details, but Cody turned away from the cover and helped Roman stand out of nowhere.

“Try to beat me now!” Cody offered mind tricks near Reigns, but glanced across the ring and smiled in your direction.

“C'mon!” Roman barked, fed up without gold for the first time in quite a while.

“Cody lands with a flying Superman Punch from the Tribal Chief!” Commentators shouted once more.

“Cover that punk!” Even Damian shouted, almost jumping from his seat as Roman grounded Cody.

“Here we go again: 1-2…Burn it down!” While Announcers could end the match, Music woke up the place once Seth Rollins showed his face again. Thousands wailed in bewilderment.

“Hell no!” Damian climbed over that ringside barricade and sprinted near this large entrance ramp, fighting Rollins himself on live television.

Despite witnessing chaos, you smiled when Roman found Cody once more and locked another Spear, bringing thousands right up.

“For the second time in his amazing career, Roman Reigns will stand tall as Our Universal Champion!” Announcers pulled genuine excitement once Roman defeated Cody.

Leaving the ring, Reigns stood over Seth while Damian knelt.

“Be glad it's not me, you piece of shit!” Roman almost swung the belt on purpose. “Fuck Cody Rhodes. You took this from me!”

“Stop yelling at me, Ro! She's pregnant…” Rollins sought mercy while almost crawling near this ramp and mentioned you.

“What?” Roman scrunched up his face when Damian stood up. Even Cody jogged away from the ring and beamed, pointing toward you.

“Yeah…” Damian nodded.

“Pregnant?” Roman broke character and offered the biggest smile, sending this place toward an incredible fit of cheers.

“Yes.” You expressed happiness while credits rolled to close this special event.

[giant-spider-boyfriend]

She's My Angel. Love this Frame, so pretty.

[snnynaturalarch]

@medaeium

[dojimakaichou]

@stingslikeabee.

Daigo strolled into the master bedroom leisurely. He removed the tie from his hair and shook out his messy locks. The assassin took off his rings and earrings almost mechanically — he was searching the room, though it became quickly apparent that the individual he sought was not here. Daigo frowned thoughtfully and stepped toward the attached bathroom. Near the door, he heard the sound of flowing water.

Ah ! The assassin smiled and entered shoulder - first. There she was : the darkness that haunted his life ; the enchantress who had stolen his soul ; and the ( beloved ) mother of many fearsome palm - sized monstrosities.

Daigo stood for a moment, admiring the witch. She was reclining in the bath, likely to alleviate some of the discomfort in her back. The water stopped directly beneath her breasts. Occasionally, the top of her belly broke through. Her husband sighed adoringly at the sight of her. There was no creature in this horrible world that could possibly compare to her beauty, especially when Melissa carried their children. Pregnancy seemed to transform her in Daigo's eyes, and he grew ravenous at even glimpses of her changing body. This time, it was worse ; the gifted twin witches of this generation brewing in Melissa's womb had given his wife an almost otherworldly aura. Late at night, he swore she glowed, like soft moonlight spilling over their sheets.

Once he had drank his fill of this view, the assassin approached her, footsteps surprisingly light for a man of his size. He stopped at the edge of the tub and reached for her closest hand. Daigo peppered it with kisses. His black eyes reflected the glimmer of the candlelight over the bathwater as he stared down at her.

"You drive me mad, Melissa," he murmured into her smooth skin. Daigo grinned, coarse fingers stroking her captured limb. Unashamedly, he raked his gaze over her body, paying special attention to her chest and stomach. "How are you feeling ??"

As he waited for her reply, he pressed his lips to each of her knuckles. It was clear that Daigo could spend the rest of his days lavishing her with attention and be perfectly content.

[brokendreamscreation]

//Maybe Lucid will get a pass from God and not die during the battle against Purgatory if he claims to be pregnant-

[transbeeduo]

thinking about how tubbo giving birth to bug and being pregnant was originally like a “oh thatd be interesting if that happened” thought <- he has been fixated about it for almost 5 months

[baileybasses-archive]

JUDE DEMOREST AS STAR DAVIS IN STAR (3.04)

[snnynatural]

bringing back this monstrosity i made @qapsiel

[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader 💫

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Author's Note: Hi! Here's another request. Thank you so much for reading my work. - V. 💜

@episodes-ff 🏷

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2024

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” Working around the tunnel, one smooth voice reached your attention this morning and you looked over to see Roman stand near his private room.

“Make it quick. I'm busy…” Your heels clicked, but Roman nearly spun you around to close the door.

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“I missed you. Had to wake up by myself this morning.” After locking down entry, Roman dwindled space for both paths and smiled against your lips, chuckling.

“I missed you too, but…” You tried moving away, but lovely kisses stopped your words.

“You're so pretty. Look.” Turning your body, Roman faced this mirror and lifted your chin using calloused yet gentle fingers. “See that?”

“What do you want?” Despite leaning against him, you played games.

“Too busy?” His Southern accent teased while Ro started loosening your clothes.

Glancing down, you realized that this man slowly unfastened your shirt and left the bra exposed, giving one peek to that mirror while kisses warmed your neck.

You can't think straight, especially when his front meets your ass to veil the clothed erection. Even those large palms would circle your breasts.

“Baby…” You ignored so many names and leaned against him once more just to stop your knees from buckling.

Just when your husband considered taking off sweatpants, someone rattled the doorknob and began knocking.

Shit!

“Open the door.” Jimmy and Jey Uso started fooling around.

“Hold on.” Fighting the urge to kiss you again, Roman nearly scrambled to help with your clothes.

Gathering essentials, you “tried” to look busy while staying in this room, but Jimmy caught everything.

“Ooh!” Jimmy covered his mouth first before Jey noticed what happened.

“What?” Jey turned the corner and gasped upon realization. “Oh, damn! Uh, you missed a few buttons.”

“Fuck.” Looking down, you realized the mistake of dressing quickly and turned away from your brothers, trying to look presentable. “Well, see you later.”

Given no other choice, you pulled yourself together and left the room without even saying goodbye.

Dramatic as you leave, Roman used his back-end strength just to slide down this rear wall and laid out on his back, watching that fluorescent ceiling.

“What's wrong with you?” Humored, Jimmy almost knelt in return.

“She's perfect.” Roman's Southern accent pulled forward again.

Good God! Roman thought.

*****

Sometime later, you woke up on the road and rushed away from bed, immediately vomiting in bathroom.

“I'm here. That sounded rough. You okay?” Ro's voice offered kindness as dim lights helped your situation.

“Yeah. I probably ate too fast or something tonight.” Calming down, you tried to settle whatever prompted sickness.

“All right.” Roman eased once more. “I bought a thermometer and our First-Aid kit just in case, though.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, feeling more exhausted than beforehand.

“We'll go back to sleep.” Ro just pointed backward for amoment. "If it happens again, I'm calling for help.”

“I'm fine, don't worry. We have work to do.” You're stubborn this time.

“Sweetheart?” Roman lifted his brow and crossed both tattooed arms.

“I'm fine.” You repeated this sentence and went back to sleep, keeping water by the nightstand.

Just like me.

*******

“What happened?” Wrestler Naomi picked up trouble.

Soon enough, you ended up feeling sick again and hid in the tunnel's bathroom space.

“I'm fine.” Calling to Naomi, you flushed the toilet and thoroughly washed both hands, checking the mirror as exhaustion would lined your face again.

“Uh-uh.” Dressed in some classic neon wardrobe to kick ass on screen, Naomi quickly shook her head while facing you. “That's just counting number 2. Don't lie.”

“Food poisoning?” You pulled emotions together once more.

“Can't be.” Naomi refused. “I'm definitely telling Roman.”

“No!” You gritted. “The show starts soon.”

"Stay aware. If anything goes wrong, come find us.” Naomi promised.

Nodding by your friend, you understood the emergency plan and headed out, ready to work.

*****

Everything jumbled out of nowhere during one of the first segments.

You fainted while observing Roman and quietly laughing over your brothers. The production team hurried, but Ro, Jimmy and Jey yelled for privacy.

“Stop filming!”

“Don't touch my sister, man!”

You only “remember” how Roman carried you out of that building.

******

You were pregnant.

Reality grounded everyone as the ultrasound beeped when your senses brightened once more.

“That's crazy.” Almost laughing, Jey watched imagery with professionals and Jimmy teared up from silent happiness in the corner.

Chairing your bedside, Roman just turned his head down and dodged feelings in public.

“Get out.” Roman stood from his place and warned both cousins.

“What? No.” Jimmy scrunched up his face in response.

“Hey, Jim. Not now.” Jey would signal their problems again. “Let's go. I found the vending machine anyway.”

______

“Why didn't you tell me this time?” Roman pulled the question once medical staff turned away.

“Y'all got enough problems to deal with. Even if I left, the show would keep moving.” You sat in bed to keep answering.

“We've talked about everything. You think I'll just wear this ring to look good?” Roman lifted his wedding ring on purpose. “I'd make anything happen for you.”

“I know, but…” You struggled.

“I love you, but lyin’ to me will never work.” Ro grounded the truth.

“Of course. I'm sorry.” Tears reached your face as Roman kissed your forehead.

“I forgive you. Ready?” Roman finally smiled toward the monitor.

“Always.” No matter what happens, you'll join parenthood with your best friend.

‘Princess’ Anoa'i would arrive soon.

[rosegoldandsequins]

( whisper ) : sender shares a secret with receiver (Azumi learns the queen is expecting the first heir before anyone else :D)

❛ ❤ ⋯

It wasn't until the afternoon came that Okamura was able to leave the grand hall. Satisfied that the royal household could run itself for a moment, the blonde gathered up her notes regarding the Queen's schedule. She left in search of the monarch, who was taking tea in one of the comfortable rooms that overlooked the palace's gardens.

Noting the lack of servants within ( merely guards at the door ), Okamura did not stop to curtsy or offer the proper polite greeting to the Queen. Instead, she patted the seated brunette on the shoulder affectionately and moved to look out the large windows. Beau followed her, nose pressed to the glass. Melissa chuckled as she lowered her cup.

"I didn't hear you announced," the older woman teased.

Okamura turned from her place, a hand pressed to her chest in mock offense. "Monaka, I am wounded. You know I always follow decorum." As if to highlight her point, the noblewoman unceremoniously set her papers in front of the Queen, tucked a stray bit of hair behind Melissa's ear, and claimed the seat next to her. Fascinated by a flock of birds on the lawn, Beau elected to stay behind, growling softly.

"Well, it does work in my favor," Melissa acknowledged, setting her drink to the side. Her smile deepened. "I was about to send someone for you."

The Head of the Household raised a brow. "Your schedule, I trust," the blonde mused, nodding toward the pages. "It is all there."

Melissa shook her head. She waited for her companion to finish pouring her tea. After, the Queen leaned forward and grabbed her hands. Okamura immediately gave the brunette her undivided attention, head tilted to the side curiously.

"Monaka ??" she murmured. "Are you alright ??"

"I am better than," Melissa answered, eyes sparkling in the ever - shifting sunlight. "I have been sitting here thinking. Who to tell, where to even begin . . . it finally struck me that it must be you. Before anyone. — and then you come in, practically summoned by the Goddess."

"Tell what ??" Okamura breathed, studying her dearest friend with an unblinking stare. "Melissa, are you — ??"

The Queen squeezed Okamura's fingers. "I am," she replied. "It's happened, Azumi : I'm expecting. I had it confirmed this morning."

Okamura gasped. As that girlish noise left her, the blonde propelled herself forward. She wrapped her arms around the Queen, effectively dragging the older woman into a tight hug, and buried her head in Melissa's shoulder. It was an almost uncharacteristic display to any outsider — most inhabitants of the palace would think the blonde unwell were they to see — but the Queen knew better. Throughout most of their lives, it had been the two of them ; as far as they were concerned, they were each other's family. Melissa recalled having a similarly exuberant and emotional reaction to hearing the news that Okamura was carrying her daughters ( who were now a pair of sweet three - year - olds ).

For a few minutes, the two companions held fast to one another, soaking in the warmth of the day, sweet birdsong, and fantastic joy shared between them. It wasn't until Beau snarled at a chipmunk near the window that Okamura stirred.

The noblewoman shifted back, reached for her seat, and dragged it closer to Melissa. She stopped when their knees touched, fingers finding the Queen's again. Okamura's cheeks were dusted pink, flushed with her excitement.

"Have you felt it move yet ??" she asked.

Melissa instinctively withdrew one of her hands and pressed a palm to her middle, cradling it through her gown. "No, Azumi, I don't think so. The healers were stupefied that I even suspected. My breasts have been sore, but I think I may have only missed one bleeding."

The brunette's brows drew together thoughtfully. "It was . . . I simply knew. Daigo left for the islands yesterday. I went walking later. There was a point where I placed a hand on my stomach and thought ' we will both miss him. ' It was as if . . . " Melissa laughed, shaking her head. "I sound mad, Azumi. Regardless, Daigo and I were successful, and I carry our heir."

Okamura grinned. "He will be in Koutetsujima for a full month, won't he ?? Do you intend to write and tell him ??"

Melissa sat back in her chair. "I do not," she replied. "Were I to send word with the next ship, he would swim back. He is needed there ; the baby and I will steal him away once he is here with us."

"You are right," the blonde said. She picked up her cup and glanced at Melissa over the rim. "I will say nothing, of course — until His Royal Highness knows." Okamura took a long swig of tea and placed it onto the saucer neatly. A dreamy sigh left her lips. "Monaka, I am . . . so pleased for you. Know that I will be here with you, from the beginning to the birth ; you have my word."

The Queen's expression softened. "I know, Azumi, and I am very grateful."

Okamura settled into her seat, tapping a fingertip against the arm. "Also, I can tell you everything that they will not. We shall have to bring in good cobblers to resize your shoes. None of them will fit after the baby. — and there is the matter of the bosom. You will be bursting out of your dresses or suffocate in your corsets unless your gowns are all altered."

Melissa coughed into her tea at the visuals that sprang to mind as a result of her lady's rather colorful commentary. Okamura's lips curved into a playful smile. "Too honest ??" the noblewoman asked.

"Please, Azumi, do not change a thing," the Queen replied with clear amusement, clearing her throat.

[cahrolinehasmoved]

i'm just sayin' nick and care name their first born song 'alexander solomon goode. ' in which care doesn't know she's with child until the middle of the events of fs 1994.

[protectxthem]

@txmeguardxs asked: “Breed Me” (Lizzie to Dom)

Send “Breed You” for a night with my muse where they end up pregnant. Send “Breed Me” for a night with my muse where YOUR muse ends up pregnant. | Accepting

The twins are down for the night, which means mommy and daddy get to have alone time and boy do they both need it after the day they both had. Dom crawls into bed, still smelling like a mix of smoke and his bodywash even though he took a shower while dinner was cooking, and while the twins were playing.

Dom leans back against the headboard, sitting up, as he motioned for Lizzie to come to him. He was tired but still had enough energy to do this with her. "I hope you're not too tired. I promised we'd try for another baby tonight. Didn't I?" He hums as he looks at her.

[veronicaravenwood]

What song are you listening to right now?

You are my sunshine. It was the song they played when my daughter was born.

[dojimakaichou]

Daigo's time off the grid had been complicated for Melissa - particularly where she had to play pretend and feign ignorance to her husband's strategies in relation to the Tojo and other negotiations involving different yakuza groups away from Kanto. Of course she knew where the chairman was and the overall idea of the plan he had set in motion - but by now, the first lady (even if temporarily removed from that role given Daigo's absence) knew how to fool the usual police inspector at her door.

However, that time away where Melissa was mostly cared for by Daigo's personal staff and stayed off the clan headquarters had given her some time at home to focus on other things - including her sudden physical changes to smells she had been previously fine with, not to mention the sudden bursts of tiredness. The brunette knew what these meant - having Kazuya already helped her navigate the signs, and the weeks without Daigo at home had her enlisting the help of private doctors trusted by the yakuza and a few other ingredients for a surprise.

Luckily, the chairman returned home in time for Valentine's Day - even if things were still settling down and being organized on his end with the resurgence of his trusted advisors. The fact that Melissa's first trimester was over gave her added emotional stability to hide the obvious things from him until that evening, when the chairman came home to find a box neatly wrapped and decorated on the top of their kitchen counter.

The Tojo leader knew what it meant - they had been together for years, after all, and even as hostess Melissa had gone through the trouble of making him chocolate from scratch, even if her success rate improved with experience. What was new for that year, however, was the curious message the chocolate spelled out - rather than little hearts or baseballs or references to things Daigo enjoyed, Melissa had worked with Japanese letters, creating a small message that just read 'there will be four of us'.

Chuckling softly and sliding beside her husband, Melissa clung to one of his arms, easing herself into his figure like the protector he had always been towards her. Looking at her own handiwork before raising her head to find his face, the brunette pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Daigo's lips and sustained her husband's very moved gaze with endless affection.

"A girl. Your mom was sure of it because of morning cravings, but so are the doctors," Melissa chuckled, inhaling softly, "A summer baby, anata, in this family of winter-born souls. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

UNSCRIPTED / always accepting.

★. ―

Daigo left the Clan's headquarters as early as he could that day. He stopped for a bouquet of fresh flowers on his way home — something simple, beautiful, and fragrant. Many of the blooms were pink, and the gentle color reminded him of his wife. Daigo knew that Melissa never expected anything, given that they tended to follow very Japanese traditions with Valentine's Day and subsequently White Day, but he still enjoyed giving her a present to celebrate.

The Chairman stepped into their home with a thoughtful frown. His shoes were traded for slippers ; both his jacket and briefcase he stashed stored near the door. As the Clan car pulled away, the yakuza sighed. He scratched mindlessly at the stubble growing in on his chin. It was not nearly thick enough for him yet, and Daigo wasn't fond of how it clashed with his tanned skin.

His appearance would return to normal in time, he knew, but that didn't make the reflection he saw every morning any less ugly.

Daigo sniffed. In response to the smell of Melissa's homemade chocolates, a wide smile split his face. She had mastered the art of making them, as far as he was concerned, and he always looked forward to the treats. The yakuza followed his nose to the kitchen, where Melissa sat the table with tea. He was surprised to see that it wasn't coffee — but then he remembered. His wife had mentioned that she cut back on caffeine while he was away, as it made her nights full of worry even shorter.

The Chairman patted the little box on the counter with excitement. At Melissa's gesture, he unwrapped it and lifted the lid. Daigo laid the flowers on the counter, mouth hovering open. He wanted to say thank you, of course, but those simple words were tangled up in the questions he had about the message inside. Daigo's brow furrowed, and he placed his hands on either side of the box.

Melissa stifled a chuckle and stood. She left her beverage behind and approached him, unable to help her grin. It was like watching the gears of an old clock grind together. Daigo studied the chocolates intently — tick, tick, tick — and then, suddenly, it struck him. His black eyes widened ; the yakuza looked over at Melissa's middle. At that, the Tojo Clan's first lady had to laugh.

She snuggled into his arm. Daigo instinctually wrapped it around her and pulled her against his side. Instead of placing his fingers on her hip, where he often put them, he moved them higher. They sat on the side of her stomach gingerly.

The Chairman was too shocked to speak. Melissa's quiet kiss confirmed it for him in a way that he couldn't explain. Daigo gasped slightly at the reveal of the baby's sex.

"You're . . . pregnant," he finally said, the smile returning to his features.

Melissa nodded. She reached up and placed her palm on his cheek. "A girl, Daigo," the first lady whispered, knowing that the repeated information would simply help it all sink in.

Daigo sprang back to life then. He turned Melissa in his grasp without warning and boosted her up onto the counter next to their holiday gifts. To her credit, his wife didn't issue any noise of protest ( though she was quick to lace her arms around Daigo's neck ). Melissa giggled from her perch. The yakuza pressed his lips to hers. Meanwhile, his scarred hands lifted her shirt ; once their embrace was through, he bent down to kiss her belly. For a moment, he fancied that it was firmer.

Melissa sighed adoringly and ran her fingers through his shaggy hair while he introduced himself to their second child. It appeared that the nervousness he felt with her first pregnancy hadn't sank in yet. Of course, in the morning, she would not be allowed to move a chair without him fretting. Melissa knew it would drive her mad — but it was sweet.

Daigo eventually tucked her clothing into place. He reached over for the flowers and presented them to Melissa. The yakuza's normally stern expression was so tender as he gazed at her. A few traitorous tears clung to his thick lashes.

"I didn't know the color would fit your announcement," he said, sniffling. Daigo turned his head abruptly to wipe his eyes on the shoulder of his suit jacket, but Melissa stopped him. She drew the pads of her thumb beneath those breath - taking irises and murmured soothingly. Once she was satisfied with her work, she took the bouquet from him.

"This is your first Valentine's Day as a father of two," Melissa intoned, stroking his jaw. "I can't wait for you to meet her, sweetheart."

[satoblue]

a/n : pregnancy, children mention, suggestive, could be seen as a little side headcanon to this talk post

everyone assumes clan head satoru (who never left his clan to be a student at jujutsu tech) leads a boring intimate life. he has always been reserved ever since he was a child — stoic, sharp, and straight forward. he is a man of little words, adding to the impression that he is emotionally and physically distant. possibly cold towards everyone — even you.

but then, people start to notice something strange which contradicts the idea altogether.

you, his wife, are always pregnant.

it is quite bizarre. satoru has never once shown an ounce of affection towards you in public. not a fleeting touch, not even a single glance that lasts too long. and yet, you’ve been married for less than five years, and somehow — you’ve already given him multiple children.

the notion is amusing to many, especially the servants. whispers begin to spread amongst them as it does; that behind closed doors, the composed clan head they all know must be anything but cold… given that he clearly can’t seem to keep his hands off of his wife.