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Chapter 30 Two can be as bad as One

Chapter 30 of Sugar

A/N- just kidding one more chapter after this one before the heavy angst!

Warning- Swearing, angst, pregnancy, and talks of miscarriage, FLUFF, cigarettes, spoilers!! long chapter, some sexual suggestions, oh and more Suguru flashbacks ;)

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- Flashback in chapter 244 of the manga

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Sleep came surprisingly easy, but once the sun peeked through the curtains and shone over your eyes you were wide awake. Not by the light, but by a fear that dawned on you when that sun rose.

Perhaps it was all the other emotions swirling in your mind like a raging storm, but that fear wasn’t present last night. Not until now.

With this battle approaching perhaps there will be tragedies that you can’t avoid, and what if one of those tragedies makes these twins meet the same fate your little Kiyoshi met? You don’t think you could survive that again. You don’t want Choso to go through that if he isn’t one of those horrible tragedies.

But what can you do to avoid it? Not join this fight?

No, this fight is bigger than you, this fight could mean the survival of the human race as you know it. You might not like non-sorcerers, but you aren’t that evil either.

So what can you do but fight?

Plus, these twins are a speculation, they might not be real, so you’re stressing over nothing. You just need to breathe and calm down.

Breathe.

Breathe…

If only someone could tell your face to relax, especially as you hear Choso waking up. You can feel your frown and your drooped eyes expressing your fear and anguish.

“What are you doing over there?” Is the first thing he says. He worries about you.

That is only going to make things harder.

“Just enjoying this view before we have to leave,” you break your silence and keep your side leaning against the doorframe and your eyes stuck on the calm waves ahead.

“Hm”

“Hm,” you mock softly and only peer back at him to flash him a sweet smile before you return your gaze to the water.

Instead of reassuring Choso, he worries over you even more than he already was. He gets off the couch and walks up behind you.

“Good morning,” you finally greet him as he slides his arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” he redirects with a smile you can hear spread on his lips. “What's wrong y/n?”

You won’t escape his overbearing questions and piercing gazes as he tries to uncover the answer to his question himself, so you just…avoid the question by bringing up something else.

“When I died, when I was in purgatory or whatever, I met the child I lost,” you say softly, missing the way he watches the bright sunrays dance on your face; making your eyes burn fiercely, and making your beauty practically glow.

“A boy named Kiyoshi,” you reveal with a growing smile. “That’s what the twins and Suguru named him.”

Choso sees something else thanks to the sunlight basking on your face. He sees your anguish too. A beautiful sadness paints your face.

“Kiyoshi,” Choso repeats softly. “It means pure.”

You grin and peek back at him, catching his radiant brown eyes on you already. “Yes,” you agree with him with a hint of joy. “They picked a perfect name I think.”

Choso hums and presses a kiss on your shoulder before pressing one on your cheek. “What brought this on?” He asks. “Did you dream about him?”

You avert your gaze again and nod softly. “Something like that…” you trail off and genuinely smile this time. “He would’ve been 3 months old sometime in December…do you think you still would’ve loved me as much as you do now if Kiyoshi was alive?” You ask to start hearing his thoughts on children. In your time together that’s a topic you haven’t touched on.

“Of course, I would’ve loved you the same way,” he says without hesitation. “Why would that change anything?”

You shrug. “Because he’d be a baby, and I would’ve had two kids. It’s different.”

“Hm, well I don’t believe it would have changed anything,“ he insists.

You swallow thickly and teeter on the edge of revealing the news just to hear his thoughts. “What about if I had your baby? Would that change anything?”

Choso stiffens and from the corner of your eyes, you see his gaze get lost on you. You keep your eyes on the water ahead, but feel your heart race with anticipation.

“Well…” he stammers and drops his gaze. “No.”

You feign a laugh. “Well no?” You question as it does not sound assuring whatsoever.

“No,” he clarifies now. “It wouldn't change anything. Our lives would be different, it’s a baby, but I wouldn’t love you any less if that’s what you’re asking, but…I don’t even know if I can give you any babies.”

You smile knowingly at that even if you are trying to avoid getting excited.

“Even if I could,” he continues this time more gloomily than before. “With what's happening now. I wouldn’t want to put you through that. It’d be careless.”

Your smile falls and you hum in comprehension.

Careless? Well, maybe he should’ve thought of putting a condom on then.

“But,” he adds and your attention perks up. “If I make it out of this. If I can give you babies….I would love to have a child or children of our own.

You pull away from him and finally face him completely with a small smile you can’t help. “Boy or girl?” You ask as you once again teeter on the edge of revealing the news.

“It wouldn't matter,” he muses. “You said you want more children, and if it makes you happy then I will give them to you. I would give you the world.”

You laugh softly and wrap your arms around his neck. “A palm reader once told me I’d have ten children,” you say to get him flustered.

And it works, his face grows bright red.

“I have six already,” you point out. “So what’s four more?”

Choso chuckles and reminds you of one fact. “I have nine brothers. What’s ten children?”

You grin and rest your head on his shoulder. You can’t say you feel completely better, he did just say it’d be careless to have kids now, but he found a way to make you happy.

“If you don’t want children, then you can say that,” you try to assure him since it doesn’t seem he thought about what he really wants. Just about what would make you happy. “You don’t have to want what I want. You’re your own person, you can decide if it’s something you want or not. It’s a big life decision, you know?”

Choso stays quiet for a moment, he makes sure to return your embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head before he shares his thoughts. “I have brothers y/n. I’m the oldest. It’s not the same as being their actual father, but their father never cared for them. I was the only person they had, I was their parental figure. Me saying I’m not open to having children would be like rejecting a part of myself…at least it feels that way to me. Besides, knowing that I get to make something so special with you, knowing that you would be my children’s mother would be an honor.”

Happy tears fill your eyes, but you don’t let them fall, you just express your bliss by tightening your embrace and snuggling your face in the crook of his neck.

Albeit you have yet to actually tell him you might be expecting his twins.

Let's see how that goes.

“We should go join the others,” you interject after a few minutes. “I hear distant commotion.”

You pull away from him and walk over to put your slippers on to walk out. Albeit you notice a red rag on the side table and a bright idea lights over your head, making you smirk and quickly snatch the rag from the tabletop.

“Cho,” you call out in a sing-song voice and spin around with a wide mischievous grin. “Come here.”

Without a hint of suspicion as to what was wrong with you, Choso approaches you with a quirked brow. “Hm?”

You giggle and hastily wrap the rag around his head to fit it like a bandana. And when it fits perfectly over his long hair you grab your phone and steal a picture of him.

“What?” He finally asks.

You don’t clue him in yet that he looks like your pirate husband Will Turner with his dark hair down over his neck, and a bandana around his head. He’ll probably get all jealous and grumpy when you do, so first you grab his hand and take him outside with you to take a picture of him with the ocean in the back.

“I got to say I’m turned on,” you reveal and giggle as you keep taking more pictures of Choso, seeing his eyebrows progressively furrow together throughout the montage of pictures. “You're looking really sexy. Even better than my pirate husband. I would say you could replace him, but no one can dethrone Will Turner.”

“What are you talking about?” Choso asks with annoyance and finally breaks away from his spot.

“How would you feel about role-playing?” You ask as you put your phone down.

Suguru and you would do it, he even dressed like Legolas one time when you were teenagers. It was the hottest thing ever.

“Is this about that fictional character you and Tsukumo fawned over on the first movie night with Tengen?” Choso finally catches on.

“Yes?”

Choso scoffs and rolls his eyes before he snatches the rag off his head.

“You look sexy,” you insist with a goofy smile. “You kind of look like him.”

You may be delusional about that but hey! A girl can dream.

“I’m going inside,” he grumbles and trudges his feet through the sand.

“Choso!” You laugh and run after him to throw your arms around him and trudge with him. “Come on baby, it’s just a fictional character. I love you more. I mean I have a picture of you in my locket. He can’t say that.”

Choso peers over and you catch a smile tugging on his face. You want to add something else, but then the back door opens and Miwa, the student with blue hair and funny bangs comes out with a nervous look on her face.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she interjects as she stops on the edge of the porch, and bows her head. “But Miss Shoko and Utahime said it’s time for breakfast duty.”

“Oh right,” you sigh and pull away from Choso to fall by his side before you run over to the porch before you can be teamed on by Utahime and Shoko. “Thank you, Miwa.”

“Yes,” she exclaims nervously. “That's me.”

You giggle, and as you’re walking to the door she blurts out. “Would you mind if we took a picture? I just love your model work, and you’re a Gojo, so you’re a big deal. So would you mind if we took a picture?”

You stop in your tracks and when you turn to face her with a smile you ease some of those nerves she had as she thought you’d be upset.

“I would love to take a picture,” you assure her worry, causing her to finally smile and hurry to your side to take a picture with you.

“Wow,” she muses and pulls her phone down to admire the picture. “You look incredible and it’s still so early in the morning.”

You scoff softly. “You’re sweet. And you look incredible too, I love your bangs. They’re cool.” You smile at her before you turn away and walk inside with your boyfriend towing behind you. The moment he closes the door you hear Miwa’s muffled cheer and you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Y/N,” Choso calls, making you stop in your tracks and face him with curiosity.

“Hm?”

“I’ll be over there in a minute alright?” He lets you know when unknowingly to you, he catches your brother in the distance; one of the main reasons why he thinks you were upset last night.

“Okay,” you say back and think nothing of it. “And before you come, could you tell Satori to get ready for breakfast? Knowing her she should be in the room watching TV or playing.”

He nods to assure you before he closes the gap left between you to press a kiss on your forehead that you don’t mind.

“How sweet,” you coo and lean in to press a kiss on his cheek and then a quick peck on his smiling lips before you walk off and he stays where he is.

When you reach the door you look at him over your shoulder and flash him a smile. The moment you disappear into the room he makes a beeline towards your brother without any fear.

Satoru might be this intimidating strong sorcerer and your older brother, but Choso doesn’t like that it’s your older brother who makes you cry. So as of now all Satoru is to Choso is nothing but a person he needs to scold.

“Gojo,” Choso greets stiffly, and catches Satoru by surprise only because he didn’t expect Choso to talk to him. “I need to talk to you.”

As much as Satoru is tempted to walk off, he stays where he is out of curiosity and entertains your boyfriend. “All right go ahead then.”

Choso draws out a deep breath and just as Satoru thinks Choso will back down out of intimidation, he actually interjects in a louder voice than usual. “I don’t know how your dynamic is with y/n. And I understand you’re her older brother. You’re the only sibling she has, but that doesn’t mean anything when I catch her crying because of you.”

Oh…this reminds Satoru of a similar conversation he had with Suguru. And neither man sounded any nicer. However, Satoru does notice that Choso has more of a huskier voice, it sounds a bit more threatening.

“You’re supposed to protect her, make her feel safe, not sad,” Choso continues and stares deep into Satoru’s soul. “From what she’s told me, fighting isn’t uncommon or necessarily a bad thing for you and her, but again, you’re her older brother. Act like it.”

Satoru scoffs and leans away from the balcony in the hall to look at Choso with a pointed look. “So what is this a heart-to-heart brother thing?” He snickers.

Choso does not find any of this funny though. How can he?

“No,” he counters seriously. “This is me talking to you as y/n’s partner. Her boyfriend. Stop making her cry.”

Satoru’s amused smile falls and his eyebrows slowly ease from their pinched hold as he remembers those words coming from someone else.

“Look,” he adds with a bit of kindness. “She loves you. She respects you—”

“No,” Satoru cuts him off and furrows his eyebrows again as he grows bothered by the similarity of what’s going on. “My sister used to be extraordinarily good. She was one of those people with a heart of gold, but life has been mean to her, it’s decided to hurt her in more ways than one. Yet even after all this change she still loves too easily. That’s what I’m trying to protect, she’s already been hurt enough as it is in this past month alone. I don’t want to see her go through more of that again.”

As threatening as Satoru is trying to be, Choso actually finds this refreshing. He didn’t need proof of Satoru’s love for you, but he is proud that he is putting up his guard.

“And if it’s you that hurts her, trust me it won’t matter if she hates me for the rest of her life, I will take care of you, understand?” Satoru stands tall to threaten Choso and try to intimidate him.

“I understand and I wouldn't want it any other way,” Choso assures him, making Satoru blink in confusion and finding himself speechless. So he just hums and turns away from the man to try and continue getting lost in thought. However, he needs to set one record straight.

“Oh and just so you know, once my sister's respect is lost for someone it’s lost forever, she wasn’t like that, but life made her guarded. I’m somehow the exception, but no matter what, it’s doubtful she will make that exception for you. Just so you know.” He smirks, and Choso offers him a faint smile.

“You’re the exception,” Choso lets him know from what he knows. “Because you’re her brother, and she loves you.”

Satoru glances over at Choso with surprise, even though what he said isn’t something that should surprise him.

“Oh,” Satoru adds without thinking before Choso can walk off. “And congratulations, by the way, I guess.”

Choso's eyes immediately narrow and his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “For what?” He asks cluelessly as he crosses his arms over his chest, missing the way Satoru’s eyes widen with horror as he realizes that you haven’t told Choso about what you might be expecting.

“About…” Satoru quickly comes up with something. “Having a brother like Itadori. He’s a good guy.”

That was a good save he thinks to himself.

It seems that Choso believes him too because he doesn’t look at him with suspicion.

“Oh, thank you,” Choso says politely before he offers Satoru a stiff smile and walks away, causing Satoru to fall into that memory about Suguru in this same situation.

It was so long ago now. And he only wishes that he hadn’t been so hostile towards your relationship with his best friend.

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*SATORU P.O.V 12 YEARS AGO*

“Satoru!”

He stops in his tracks and when he looks over his shoulder he sees Suguru trying to catch up to him.

“Suguru,” he greets with a bright grin.

However, he notices right away Suguru doesn’t reflect the same upbeat demeanor.

“We need to talk,” Suguru lets him know the moment he falls by Satoru’s side.

“Oh,” he rolls out teasingly. “What about? Am I in trouble? Did my sister snitch on me?”

Suguru’s gaze narrows, letting Satoru know he hit the spot. “Tsk, I didn’t do anything to her, she’s just a crybaby.”

Suguru sighs, so Satoru nudges his arm as a form of telling him to relax.

“This is not a game Satoru,” Suguru argues and grabs his arm to stop him from walking so he can hear him better. “I’m being serious. I’m coming to you as her boyfriend and your friend.”

Satoru scoffs and rolls his eyes.

And somehow Suguru seems to know what Satoru just did behind his dark shades. “Don’t,” Suguru scolds Satoru. “I’m being serious. I know you don’t like the idea of y/n and me, but you have to deal with it because I love her.”

So soon? Satoru wonders to himself. It’s only been two months since you got together.

“…and it’s because I love her that I’m telling you this nicely,” Suguru continues. “Stop making her cry, stop getting her upset over our relationship, and try to be understanding for her. For your sister.”

What could Satoru tell him? That all he’s doing is looking out for the people he loves the most? That he doesn’t want either of you getting hurt if something happens?

If he could he would. But since he can’t he just stays quiet and bothered.

“Do you understand?” Suguru probes Satoru as he further narrows his eyes on his friend. “Be her brother and try to be understanding for her sake because you may not know it, but she cares about what you think.”

Satoru can’t argue about that, but he can’t change from one second to the next. He still needs time. He also can’t say why he's so cautious so he stays quiet about all of it. He just assures Suguru with a little white lie. “All right. All right. Relax.”

Suguru lets his gaze linger to try and read him, but he doesn’t see anything suspicious so he chooses to trust Satoru.

“Thank you, my friend,” Suguru offers Satoru sweetly. “It means a lot to me and I know it will mean a lot to y/n.”

Satoru scoffs and smirks. “You mean your darling y/n?” Satoru teases him, making Suguru roll his eyes and continue down the path Satoru was just taking with a stifled laugh.

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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

“You’re all pretty much masters with your own cursed energy and cursed technique, but one thing you must know is that like Yin and Yang, chaos and order are one in the same. You can’t have one without the other. And sure this may not sound pretty relevant, but it is. With the way I was being taught at school I could’ve lost myself in my chaos, and as you all know that wouldn’t be pretty,” you tell your students what they know, and the new students Utahime assigned to you what they have yet to hear. A truth hidden because of where they were taught. Utahime probably won’t like it, but you’re teaching them so who cares?

“They wanted me to follow order,” you continue. “But thanks to Yuki, my simple fire didn’t explode into a massive wildfire with an outburst. She taught me balance, how to navigate between chaos and order.”

“How exactly do you do that?” Itadori asks you.

You sigh and smile. “Admit to yourself that you are dangerous. That you can do damage, but remember that only you can control your technique. Remind yourself that as organized as you can be there will always be a bump in the road, but there’s always a way around it. Just breathe, and if you're in a crucial situation and need to think on your feet, quickly scan your surroundings, don’t get stuck in that dark tunnel.”

The students look at you confused since all you’re doing is talking so you sigh and explain it in simpler terms.

“All right, imagine this,” you rework yourself. “Your cursed energy is a rampant creak, the water is spreading everywhere, it’s out of control. It may feel hopeless, but you can redirect that rampant creak by putting rocks around it and making it flow chaotically in the path you choose. Balance between the two. Get it?”

“Ah!” Itadori exclaims and snaps his fingers. “I get it now.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki interjects.

“Fear is your own worst enemy, it will push you towards chaos,” you add one more thing. “Don’t let it control you, but also remember that fear is also normal.”

“Balance,” Itadori cuts in, making you smile.

“Exactly.”

“Maybe you should reconsider teaching at the school,” Okkotsu interjects, making your smile falter. “It seems you’re the order Gojo needs in his own teachings.”

You can’t help but laugh softly at that comment, knowing your brother is probably too laid back with his classes since it’s the opposite of what the higher-ups want him to be.

“You know what?” Hakari cuts in lazily since this is stuff he’s already heard before. “You’re gonna need some pretty big rocks to redirect that stream.”

You shoot him a pointed look and correct him. “Creak and don’t you have something to do? Both of you,” you point out Kirara as well.

“We’re done,” they defend the both of them.

You raise a quizzical brow and hum. “Uhuh.”

Just as you’re about to send them to do more laps around the field Shoko finally approaches you, letting you know she’s finally ready to accompany you to the clinic since she said she cannot check on you because she doesn’t have such equipment.

Some doctor. Tsk.

Whatever.

“Uh, all right class—or lesson dismissed, whatever,” you quickly throw out at the students and spin on your heels to meet Shoko halfway so no one can be nosy.

Alas of course your two favorite students poke around without a fault.

“Where are you going master?” Kirara is the one who cuts in.

You reach Shoko and grab her arm before you look over your shoulder. “Errands,” you simply say. “We’re running errands.”

“Oh?” Hakari joins Kirara. “Can we go? It’s boring here and I’m feeling some boba. Or something.”

You furrow your eyebrows and immediately retort. “There’s a reason why my daughter didn’t accompany me today because the errands I need to run are between Shoko and me—”

“Kashimo, do you want to come along?” Kirara completely ignores you and invites Kashimo?

“Sure,” said man gives in near you, catching you off guard since you didn’t know he was even nearby.

“What the hell?” You hiss and grab at your chest when you see that he’s actually very close to Shoko and you.

“Beats staying here,” Kashimo adds and passes you a glare for getting scared, so you mutter to him under your breath.

“Why don’t you shove that stick up your ass.”

“I heard that, and it’s a staff,” he says.

You shoot him a feigned smile and nod stiffly. “Yeah good. And it’s a staff,” you mock him quite spitefully, causing his eye to twitch. Not for the way you said it, but because you just mocked him.

“I’ll go too then,” Choso now also tags along since Kashimo was coming apparently. “Yuji, you've been stuck here too long, come.”

For fucks sake.

How can you argue with all of them now though?

“Whatever,” you grumble and turn to start walking away with the only person you invited. “Come on then.”

“I told you we should’ve let Satoru and Ijichi give us a ride,” Shoko whispers to you.

You slide your eyes to her and scoff. “As if I would’ve been in a car with my brother. I’m still mad at him.”

“Yeah, he told me. He went on and on about how it’s not fair that you’re mad at him, but then when he was done with his rant he said he understood why you would be.”

You huff. “Then why doesn’t he leave me alone? He keeps spamming my phone. He even sent me a stupid moving photo of a cute cat saying sorry.”

“A gif?” Shoko says judgingly.

You mutter. “Yeah. Whatever. As if that would take away what he said. It’s just…” you trail off since what you were about to rant about led to your second child you haven’t told her about, and with everyone else towing behind you it just doesn’t feel right to spill your secrets now either, so you just bite your tongue and wallow in your frustration.

“…annoying,” you say instead.

“Well you’ll prove him wrong today,” Shoko tries to cheer you up.

And it sort of works. “Yeah,” you whisper and smile faintly.

However, Kashimo interrupts. “Hey, girl Gojo.”

That name again?

“What?” You respond with little patience.

“I have a question,” he goes on without caring about what you’re feeling. “If you hate non-sorcerer's why work among them?”

Your frustration fades and you look back at him with a sly smirk. “One, modeling is something I wanted to do, so I just went for it. And two, to have a foot in both worlds. Being in control of my narrative amongst non-sorcerers. Think about it this way,” you get excited and turn around to walk backwards and face him. “In our world, I am “The fallen sorcerer”, “a devil”, but still powerful, whatever, but in the general public I am Japan’s sweetheart model. There’s nothing they wouldn't do for me, making it the perfect wedge for control on both sides.”

Kashimo’s hardened look fades away and he looks quite…surprised by your logic.

“Hm, well, I can’t say it’s stupid,” he says in a kinder tone, so you take it as a compliment.

“Thanks.” You flash him a smug smile.

“You should've been a politician,” Shoko remarks. “Then you really would have control.”

You turn back around, missing the way Choso’s gaze turns to a glare born from growing jealousy.

“You know, I was,” you tell Shoko. “But it was too much work. I didn’t have the time or energy for that.”

“Y/N?” Choso tries to cut in now as he makes his way to your side to prevent someone else from filling it. “I know you said your errand was just between you and Ieiri but are you sure you don’t need me?”

Your heart skips a beat out of panic and you quickly shake your head. “No, we’re fine,” you try to assure him. “Just…take care of the children. Make sure they don’t get into trouble. We shouldn’t take long.” You offer him a smile that hides how nervous you are, but he thankfully doesn’t see through it.

Luckily he doesn’t see through your nonchalant facade at all. You might be dying inside because of how nervous you are to know if you are expecting twins or not, but Choso thankfully doesn't read through you like he tends to do. Albeit when you arrive close to where the clinic is he does attempt to tag along again, but you remind him it’s just something Shoko and you can do, so he leaves you be and your students leave you be too.

“Thank you for coming,�� You remind Shoko as you wait in the clinic’s waiting room for you to be called. “My nerves are killing me.”

“Yeah no problem,” she says. “I’m sorry I couldn't help you. I know how you feel about non-sorcerers, so sorry.”

You shrug her off. “On this occasion, I don’t mind.”

“Did you come to a public clinic Iike this one with Suguru?” She can’t help but ask. “I mean I know he was a much bigger hater than you.”

You laugh softly and nod. “Yeah, we did come to one like this. Albeit one close to our beach house, but yeah. When it came to my appointments he never minded. And it was the same when we needed to take baby Satori to her doctor appointments.” You smile in admiration at a distant memory.

“Makes you wish you told your boyfriend, huh?” Shoko teases you.

“Well,” you respond and glance at her. “No actually. I know him, he would’ve gotten too worked up. If it’s nothing then he would’ve just gotten sad. And if it is something then…Pft,” you blow out air as you feel your heart race. “He said it would be careless.” You mumble, making Shoko laugh.

“That’s why you wear protection,” she keeps teasing you. “Do you have something against it or what? Because this reminds me of the time you and Suguru were freaking out.”

You pout and scoff. “That time was a slip-up,” you grumble. “The condom broke. We didn’t want a baby then, and Satoru would’ve killed us both.”

Shoko chuckles. “And now?”

“Now,” you muse with a smile. “Well it’s not planned, but we just don't use them. So yeah I guess it is our fault.”

“Gojo?” The nurse calling out for you startles you, causing you to snap your head over and see her waiting by the door.

“It’s going to be okay,” Shoko says sweetly. “They’re babies. Don’t let Satoru get in your head, he’s just being overprotective.”

Yeah. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Regardless, Shoko and you follow the nurse into a private room. You follow every direction she gives you, and when it comes to peeing in a cup to take those strip tests, both tests come out positive.

You’re having babies…you’re having babies with Choso…

Which is very crazy since it’s only been a month since you’ve been together, and met! But you’re still over the moon.

Yet before you can cry happy tears you still are nervous about one thing that an ultrasound can prove.

“Now, I should warn you so you don’t panic,” the doctor says as she applies a cold gel to your belly. “Considering how early your pregnancy is, there won’t be a heartbeat nor a fetus, but don’t be alarmed, it's normal. Your baby is forming. When you come back in a couple weeks then you’ll be able to see a fetus.”

You nod in comprehension and nervously smile at Shoko. As the doctor reaches her little wand over your hand flies over to take Shoko’s, and she immediately assures you by squeezing your hand.

“Okay,” the doctor whispers and presses the wand on your belly, letting you see pitch darkness at first. She then moves her wand a couple of inches down and you gasp with surprise when the news is once again positive.

“Look at that,” the doctor says enthusiastically as she points to the two Gestational sacs inside you. “You’re having twins. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Shoko cuts in surprisingly, making you smirk, and causing the doctor to nervously side-eye you both.

“And look at that,” the doctor points to two small little balls inside the sac. “The yolk sacs are formed, that’s a protective covering that contains amniotic fluid and surrounds your developing babies.”

“And,” you make sure to interject. “Everything seems normal? Healthy?”

The doctor sighs. “Well they aren’t big enough to see yet, but so far everything that should be there is there. Don’t worry ma’am, everything is just fine.”

You smile happily, and even if you can’t say that’s a confirmation that Satoru’s fear didn't come to fruition, you still see this as a gift nevertheless. You’re choosing to believe that everything is fine and your babies aren’t some kind of half-curse, half-human hybrid that can kill you. To you they’re babies. Perfect little human babies.

Now that it’s confirmed you are pregnant though, you have to tell Choso. And you have to admit you’re nervous as well as excited. Mostly nervous now though.

“As of now,” the doctor says. “With the babies in this early stage avoid any strenuous activities, no drinking or smoking, and no raw and undercooked foods. I will send you home with paperwork that lists all you can and can’t do, and the prenatal vitamins that are recommended.”

You wipe the gel off your stomach and sit up with a grin. “Don’t worry my wife here is a doctor too, she’ll keep an eye out on me.” You torture the doctor some more, causing her to share an awkward silence before she nods stiffly as she just hums.

“Uhuh. Good, good. I will get you a copy of your ultrasound and your paperwork. Before you leave, make an appointment for your next check-up. We’ll be able to see the fetuses then.”

You nod as you stifle your laugh. You and Shoko can barely hold it in. The receptionist probably thought you both looked crazy because of the way you were holding in your laughs, and it was not until you were outside that you let it all out.

“You know what? I used to do that with Kento, but he never followed along, you though,” you say between laughs. “You freaked her out.”

“She could’ve said congratulations,” Shoko points out. “But she just stared. And she kept staring at me. You need a different doctor.”

You take your sunglasses off and lower the scarf you had wrapped around your head to your neck. “I bet she’ll tell Choso congratulations.” You point out

“She’d let out a sigh of relief,” she says.

You snort and nod. “Oh well, it was nice knowing her. Now,” you change the subject. “Let me text them to see where they are.”

You to Choso: We’re done with our errand, where are you?

Not too much later a response from Choso comes in.

Choso: They wanted to get crepes, but we’ll meet you halfway.

You: oh crepes? I’ll meet you there.

You smile and watch the little dots bouncing as Choso takes his time to type. Bless his heart.

Once you do get his response though you can’t help but grin.

Choso: I thought you’d want some so I got you one don’t worry.

You: :) fantastic we’ll meet you halfway then. Thank you.

Choso: Of course. I love you.

Once you end up running into them your anxiety subsides for now and you rush over to Choso to embrace him.

“Is everything okay?” He makes sure to ask first and foremost.

You offer him an assuring smile and nod. “Yeah, of course. Just some work stuff.”

Choso doesn’t have any reason to suspect you so he doesn’t raise any questions, he just smiles back before he scoops up some of the fruit in the crepe and feeds it to you like a loving boyfriend.

“Mhmm strawberry crepe, my favorite. How did you know?”

Choso shrugs. “I just guessed,” he plays along with you.

You both laugh and he then feeds you more strawberries, getting a weird look from Kashimo, but you ignore him and just take your turn to feed Choso a piece of crepe.

“We should probably head back,” Shoko interjects. “We have that meeting soon.”

You would say it’s annoying, but it gives you time to think of and play out what to tell Choso.

——

*LATER*

“…For Kenjaku we have to open up a chance with Takaba and strike the final blow with Okkotsu and Y/N,” Kusakabe surprisingly leads the meeting from the edge of the stage. “But this requires Okkotsu and Y/N to return quickly, so I’m seriously counting on the both of you.”

“Well if Takaba can’t distract Kenjaku then we’ll have to fight him, and I fought him already, he’s tactical and annoying. If we don’t return quickly it’s because we’re fighting him,” you let them know just in case since you can’t be too confident when dealing with strong opponents.

“And if you do, you call me,” Choso adds and turns his head to look at you. “I can be of some support with Sukuna, but I doubt I have any chance of killing him. If something happens with Kenjaku I’ll have a better chance at killing him.”

You hum and nod but still have the need to add one thing. “Well Okkotsu has killed that body before, I doubt we’ll have much of a struggle, but all right.”

An awkward silence grows after that comment, so Kusakabe goes on. “As for the problem of Sukuna, even though it’s an all-out battle. We still have to decide who will participate.”

All-out battle and deciding who will fight doesn’t make sense.

“Are these guys idiots?” You hear Kashimo ask Hakari without any shame. “It’s an all-out battle, so it’s gonna be all of us and I’ll go first.”

“It seems Kusakabe fear taints his definition of all-out battle, Kashimo, so don’t pay him any mind,” you interject with a sly smirk. “Why are you even here, Kusakabe? I thought you would’ve ran for the hills already.”

Kashimo snorts and Kusakabe glares at you, but responds nevertheless to defend himself. “Well, I don’t feel like dying just yet, so I’ll do what I can.”

You hum and he goes on.

“Anyway, what's the point of putting someone on the front line who can’t even make an opening and who has a 100% possibility of getting killed instantly? Like Miwa for example.”

Damn. That’s kind of funny.

“Not only does she lack power, but she made a vow to herself “I will not use a sword” again in Shibuya—”

“But that cut was also defended with bare hands,” Miwa cuts in to defend herself, letting you think that the gods must have been working against her that day because how the hell does a vow like that fail?

Maybe it’s because it was stupid to make a vow like the one she did in the first place.

You would like to say it was a desperate move, but she had no business being in that field in the first place. So it was pretty stupid.

“The extreme bond with Master Tengen and all the people in Japan is probably deniable if you are a sorcerer,” Kusakabe surprises you by continuing. “Even if Sukuna and Kenjaku win by fusing with a monster able to destroy the world, that doesn’t mean we won't be able to survive. Well, if you are a player, you will be killed if Kenjaku survives. But we can stay alive for several days. If there’s only Sukuna left, it could be even more.”

Yes because living on in fear and weak is so much better than being dead.

No matter what condition you’re in, you'd rather die than have to live on the rest of your days hiding from Sukuna.

“I'm sorry but I'm out, it looks like I can't even help,” Kamo interjects as he stands up to make himself seen by everyone. “I want to take care of my family as much as I can,” he explains. “I’m thinking of escaping abroad with my family. Seriously.”

You look over at the young man and assure him, considering Miguel and Larue have agreed to take Satori and the rest of your community aboard to escape the horrors that could happen in Japan if you end up losing it all—“It’s okay, Kamo. Don’t worry about it, it's not a public execution, you don’t need to declare it. Do what you think is best for yourself and your family.”

He looks over at you and nods in appreciation, letting you smile faintly in return.

“What would be actually extraordinary is if you are able to help in battle,” Kusakabe mutters.

“Kamo helped me a lot,” Itadori adds. “Since he taught me many things because Choso is bad at teaching.”

You can’t help but smile and see Choso look at his brother completely stunned.

“I see,” Kamo says.

Choso’s head drops and a frown tugs on his lips, causing you to rub his back to comfort him after his brother's comment.

“People who have reversed cursed technique. Those who are willing to die or would like to die can fight, everyone else is out or here just for support.” Kusakabe announces, causing Higuruma to follow with a comment.

“I’m going after Kashimo. I can seize Sukuna’s cursed technique.”

“You’re provoking me by assuming I’m going to lose,” Kashimo sneers, making you snicker as you lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.

“Just in case! Just in case,” Hakari tries to calm him down. “I actually thank you for letting Gojo go first.”

“I still can’t accept it!”

“If the death penalty is confirmed, I can fight Sukuna with the executioner's sword,” Higuruma ignores Kashimo’s tantrum.

“A one-hit killing sword,” Kusakabe muses. “That’s really useful, but aren't seizure and death penalty uncertain?”

“It will depend on what offenses the judge raises for Sukuna’s crimes then it’s something you can’t choose,” Itadori explains for Higuruma, making him agree.

“That’s right.”

“I exchanged places with Sukuna three times; in high school, in the juvenile detention center, and in Shibuya,” Itadori adds.

Why can’t this ever be easy? Even with new and different techniques, this is all so difficult. Sometimes you even wish you could sleep through it all and wake up when it’s all over.

“On those occasions,” Itadori goes on, bringing up all things in hopes something will lead to an advantage. “Many people died in Shibuya and at the Juvenile detention center. He is doing all these crazy things he wants after migrating with Fushiguro, even for the battle in Shinjuku right now. The details for prosecution will be narrowed down, then can't we point out a crime that has a high probability to get a judgment with the death penalty?”

“To be honest,” Higuruma sighs. “It will be difficult.”

You sigh now with disappointment. As Choso hears you he wraps his arm around your waist and when he presses his fingers on your side you squirm as you fear he will somehow feel the babies that are probably as big as poppy seeds at the moment.

And that gains his attention because he glances over at you and without saying a thing, with his eyes alone he asks if you’re okay. So you just answer him by pressing yourself closer to him, and reassuring yourself that he can’t feel a thing.

Hopefully.

What if he can? What if with his blood manipulation technique, he can sense them like how he has his connection with his brothers?

But he would’ve said something. Duh…

Damn, you’re just nervous.

“Summarizing the information about Sukuna,” you continue listening to Higuruma. “The actions Sukuna took with the high school Itadori was in are; harming Itadori when he took over his body. And the attempted murder of Satoru Gojo. At the Juvenile Detention Center; complete assassination against Itadori, although, this could be seen as an attempt since Itadori has come back to life. And attempted assassination of Megumi Fushiguro. In Shibuya; total assassination against two female students who were cursed technique users…”

He could’ve said their names, Nanako, and Mimiko. Sukuna killed Nanako and Mimiko.

Why can’t that be enough to get him the death penalty? Why can’t leaving you without your daughters be enough to punish that monster?

They had their lives ahead of them, you still needed to watch them reach so many other milestones. But now you will never get to, and yes people could say they’re in a better place. You have tried to tell yourself that, but, a better place would be here with their hearts still beating and them by your side. A better place would be where they’re alive and not dead at such a young age.

So no they’re not in a better place. And you can’t—you’re trying to stay strong, but you haven’t been able to really move on from their deaths.

However, instead of crying inside like you desperately want to, you pull away from Choso but whisper in his ear so he doesn’t worry. “I’m going on outside.”

Choso gets ready to follow you with concern filling his pretty brown eyes, but you grab his arm and reassure him. “It’s fine. Stay.”

He’s hesitant, but when you leave he doesn’t follow. He lets you go outside alone where you fight your tears. You would like to say you fight your tears to return inside, but you can’t say you’re missing much anymore. All that law stuff is something Higuruma will solve since he’s the lawyer. Plus it’s not like you’ll be stuck in his domain when he tries to give Sukuna the sentence, hopefully, you’ll be recuperating Suguru’s body from that demon using it.

Thus you stay outside and watch the thick sad and gray clouds reigning over the once-blue sky.

If the twins were here they’d be…content. Yes, that’s the word, content because they’d be able to be friends with other sorcerers their own age. They’d be able to fight as well and be filled with motivation to get Suguru’s body back. They’d also be concerned about you if they found out about the twins you’re having. Most importantly they’d be alive with you…

You draw out a deep breath at that final thought and drop your head. And rather than standing there in silence, and since you can’t smoke anymore, you gather up the humidity that’s forming because of the approaching rain, and collect all the water in an orb in your hand. Lastly, you form that orb of water into a bunny on your palm.

You don’t make it move, or anything, you just watch it and think of the twins, the ones you lost and the ones growing inside you.

It’s nothing particular anymore, you just simply think of them. Time seems irrelevant as you’re lost in your mind. Which is why you don't hear the door open behind you until from the corner of your eye you catch the bright cyan hair of Kashimo in the distance.

No one else is with him, it’s just him. And when you glance over at him he still looks annoyed, so as to not sit in this silence, you drop the bunny made of water and break the silence. “You know what I can’t seem to figure out about you?”

Kashimo keeps his distance, but you catch his gaze drift towards you, so you go on.

“…Why you decided to help and be a part of the team? I mean I know you have this stupid suicide dream to fight Sukuna, but you could’ve done that without following Kinji.”

Kashimo stays quiet like you assumed, so you continue with an answer to your own curious question. “Unless you don’t want to be alone.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he finally responds harshly, making you laugh softly.

“But I guess that’s what differentiates you from Sukuna. Your humanity. Don’t worry I don’t like being alone either. Seeking human companionship is normal—”

“Don’t patronize me, I'm not one of your students,” he cuts you off, but you can’t sense his typical annoyance.

“Were you alone back then? 1000 years ago?” You ask.

“400 years ago,” he corrects you, making your lips tug to a teasing smile—“and why do you care?”

You ignore him trying to deflect you because you know it’s more of a shield more than anything. He would’ve sounded angry if he was really trying to make you stop talking, and he doesn’t sound it at all.

“I guess no matter how much time passes, or how much we’ve lived, can we actually get over the fear of being alone,” you go on in a softer voice. “Trust me…I’ve tried, the life we live doesn’t really guarantee a life filled with loved ones, they either die or leave in some way or the other.”

Kashimo doesn’t snap back with a nasty remark this time, he stays quiet, but you notice his gaze on you, and out of pure curiosity you lift your eyes off the ground and meet his gaze.

You think he’ll look away at that instant, but he holds your gaze for a lingering second and then looks away, making you wonder what it was that went on behind his colored eyes. You would ask since it’s just the two of you outside as of now, but you keep quiet and continue losing your gaze on the ground.

Besides, it's not like he would divulge that he was thinking about his sister. A sister that you reminded him of at this moment. A sister who never seemed to be offended by the way he talked back, a sister who was a mother too just like you. She was kind, and beautiful, and also never let anyone shut her up. The only thing that was wrong with her was that she died young.

If he did want to share something he’d tell you all that, but oh well.

“In any case,” you’re the one that keeps talking. “I hope you do kill Sukuna, and live of course. It'll leave us all with a lot less to do.” You snicker.

Kashimo scoffs and makes no comment on that matter, instead, he glances at the door ahead and makes a comment about something else. “Are you sure your boyfriend won’t come out and bite me if he sees us talking? He looks like he bites.”

You snort and shake your head. “No, Choso won’t come attack you. He might try to glare at you to death, but no. Besides you’re not really talking. I’m talking.”

“What am I doing now?” He remarks.

You roll your eyes over to him and scoff in annoyance, but you still find the energy to walk away from your spot to approach him with more curiosity. As mean as he is, you still find him interesting.

“So it’s true you can only use your cursed technique once?” You add on.

Kashimo follows you with his eyes as you get near him and instead of answering he deflects. “Is it true you’ve murdered hundreds?”

He asks as if that’s supposed to somehow tear you down, but once again, it doesn’t. “Yes,” you answer without shame. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad thing?”

He scoffs. “No. The way others talk about your crimes makes it seem like you’re some kind of demon.”

You fall next to him and look at him with a questioning look. “Do I live up to the stories? Or have I disappointed you?”

Without a moment to think about it, he responds right away. “From what I've seen I can't say you’re a complete disappointment, but there’s a difference isn’t there? I have yet to see you in tune with this killer I’ve heard so much about.”

Your amused smile slowly falls and you quickly shake your head and correct him. “Well, you’ll never see her. I’m not that person anymore.”

Kashimo raises his chin and hums while he studies you, deciding whether to judge you or not.

“Unless,” you roll out with some shame. “Non-sorcerers give me a reason that is.”

Kashimo scoffs with nonchalance this time, deciding that he likes your response.

“I really hope you don’t give me a reason to turn against you,” you interject in a threatening voice now, and with your eyes narrowed to a dark fierce glare you use when facing non-sorcerers—“Kinji and Kirara trust you. If I find out you betrayed them or anyone else in some way, I won’t be afraid to fight you. Non-sorcerers aren’t the only people I’ve killed.”

Kashimo holds your gaze for a moment without any kind of intimidation and in silence until finally he chuckles. “Don’t tempt me,” he teases.

You groan. “You’re sick.”

The doors open and out comes those who had stayed along in the meeting. Albeit when Kirara and Hakari walk out, the door closes behind them and Choso, Itadori, Kurusu, Maki, and Okkotsu are the only ones who don’t follow behind them.

“What are you two doing?” Hakari probes as he sees Kashimo and you standing by each other.

You smirk. “Bonding,” you input as a joke mostly. Even though it’s kind of true.

“Hardly,” Kashimo reacts harshly just like you thought.

“Are you okay?” Shoko cuts in as she breaks away from Mei-Mei with an unlit cigarette in her hand.

“Yeah,” you assure her and shoot her cigarette a pointed look before you snap it to her since you can’t really be around that anymore.

Shoko immediately sees what she’s about to do and discreetly puts her cigarette back.

“I’m all better now,” you add sweetly when she huddles around you with your two other students.

“Has your brother messaged you?” Shoko asks out of curiosity since he’s been hellbent on apologizing ever since he said those mean words at the beach.

“He hasn’t stopped,” you grumble and show her the messages you have on your screen of Satoru trying to make small talk when he’s supposed to be busy.

“Well you can’t blame him for trying,” Shoko tries to play a part in both sides.

“Well you can’t take away what he said either,” you counter in annoyance.

“What did Gojo say?” Hakari snoops.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you quip, making Kirara push your buttons.

“He would like to know actually.”

You frown at them and scoff before you retort. “Well, tough shit.” You move away and grab Shoko’s arm to pull her away from the group unaware of your certain change in life.

“Are you going to hide it from Choso until after the big fight or what?” Shoko needs to ask for her own sanity, and because she’s worried too.

“No,” you answer right away since it’s something you’ve already decided on. “I’m going to tell him today. I was just waiting on confirmation.”

Shoko hums and folds her arms over her chest. “Well if anything happens I’m a phone call away.”

You offer her a smile and pat her shoulder. “Thank you, but I don’t think he’ll be angry,” you say hopefully. “At least I hope not.”

——

*LATER*

Later comes that day at night when you’re in bed because that’s the only time you’re actually alone.

Albeit even when you’re in bed, sitting in silence, you can’t seem to gather up the courage to share the news. It’s why Choso thinks nothing of your silence and starts to get affectionate.

First, he grabs your cheek and presses a gentle peck on your other cheek before pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. He then moves your face to press a kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs and doesn’t deepen your kiss, instead he moves down and presses a wet kiss on your jaw before pressing a gentle kiss over your jugular vein and grazing his lips to the crook of your neck, making you shiver and slide your fingers through his hair to hold the back of his head as he leaves open kisses on your neck.

You almost forget why you’re so nervous and not matching his passionate needs, the hot kisses he leaves on your flesh daze you, but you can’t go on another day without telling him.

“Choso,” you whisper softly and he takes that the wrong way. He thinks you want him to add more fuel to his passion.

“No,” he argues. “Don’t be impatient, my love. I swear I’ll give you what you like when I’m inside you. Just let me appreciate you first.”

Your breath shudders and a hot wave passes over you, threatening to take you under and get you hot and needy for him. But you fight it and repeat his name again with more determination behind your voice this time. “Choso, wait. I need to talk to you.”

Choso sighs but he doesn’t try to argue, he presses one last kiss on your neck and sits up, causing your hand to slide off his head and drop on your lap.

“What is it?” He asks and narrows his gaze to try and figure out what you’re feeling to start helping you in some way. “Are you okay?”

You drop your gaze to your hands and swallow thickly before you climb off the bed to grab the envelope where the ultrasound is. “When we went out,” you start off by saying. “Shoko and I didn’t go to a work thing.” You turn around and face him with worry shown in your white-knitted eyebrows and playing on your nervous frown.

“We went to the clinic. I went to the clinic,” you add, and make him sit up stiffly as he begins to worry.

“Choso,” your voice quivers only because you know his stance on this whole thing. “I…I’m pregnant,” you announce without making eye contact. It will just make sharing your thoughts that much easier.

“I know what you feel about having babies now, and I know it’s too soon, so I… would understand if you don’t want to have them. I mean with the state of the things I can’t be against it either. Just tell me what you want—”

Before you can finish what you wanted to say he throws his arms around you and pulls you in for an embrace with gentle force, but it’s still enough to pull you back on the bed with him.

“Choso!” You squeal and drop the envelope as you grab onto him to not tumble.

You would give into this rush of emotions, and take them as excitement, but this is not a clear answer. You need an honest and clear answer.

“Choso,” you mutter and pull back to sit on your knees and face him with more concern. “You have to be honest with me about this. You can be upset, you can be pissed. It’s okay,” a string of words comes out barely audible due to your nerves.

Choso scoffs and his thick brown eyebrows furrow as he expresses hurt and pity. “Why would I be mad at you?”

You fiddle with your nails and murmur, “because you said it would be careless to have kids now.”

Choso sighs. “Well, it is,” he admits, making you meet his gaze and nod faintly. However, he goes on. “But, I’m at fault. I should have used something to prevent it from happening, but I didn’t. And now that you’re expecting there’s nothing I can do. All I can be is happy because we’re growing our family, because I get to start this path with you, the person I love the most in this world. Y/N, I'm happy.”

You take a moment to believe him, not wanting to miss any hidden emotions he’s too afraid of showing.

But when you don’t see any sign of doubt or feigned happiness you let out a relieved sigh before you grin and let out a cry mixed with a laugh. “We’re having babies,” your voice quivers. “Twins.”

Choso’s eyes widen and his face is struck with even more shock than he originally felt, but this time it feels like his breath gets knocked out of his own lungs too.

“Two?” He asks breathlessly.

You nod and a wobbly smile grows on his face while tears quickly fill his eyes and rush down his cheeks.

“You’re gonna be a father, Cho,” you whisper with your voice oozing with honey. “We’re going to have babies together.”

A breathless laugh of disbelief escapes him before he beams at you as those words echo in his head, letting every part of his mind, and every fragment of his heart know the good news. If he could, he'd shout it for everyone to hear, but he didn’t want to wake Satori, nor could he actually muster any words just yet.

And even if you had known for a while now, telling him about it felt like finding out all over again. You’re so caught up in your disbelief and excitement that you stay as frozen as him for a moment. When it feels like you can move you throw your arms around him and press your forehead against his.

Choso finally snaps out of his stupor and cups your cheeks, holding onto that smile he has plastered on his face that doesn't even seem to disappear when he takes you in for a deep and passionate kiss.

However, the kiss doesn’t last as long as you both would have wanted because he then gets this gnawing worry in his heart that makes him pull back and hold your face. “Will the babies hurt you because of who I really am?” He asks fearfully. “I don’t want you to carry them inside you if it means they’ll take you away from me. I don’t want them if it means hurting you in the process.”

You swallow thickly and shrug. “I can’t say, but Choso in my heart I know these babies are safe to carry. They won’t hurt me.”

Choso glances at your belly with hesitation before meeting your gaze and letting out a deep sigh. “But if they start hurting you let me know. I don’t want to put your life at risk. I can’t lose you.”

Your eyes soften and you share a loving gaze before you pull him for a tight embrace. “They’re beautifully human like you. And even if they do end up looking different I will still love them because they’re a part of you, because they will have good hearts like you, their father.”

Choso scoffs softly at the mention of a title he’ll take a while to get used to, but he hugs you back and presses a kiss on the side of your head.

“Do you want to see where they’re growing?” You can finally ask. “The doctor gave me a picture.”

Choso pulls back and nods quickly, letting you take the envelope you dropped on the mattress to pull out the black and white ultrasound pictures.

“This is where they are,” you show off a pretty empty picture since they’re still too tiny to see.

Not like it matters to Choso, he gets choked up and smiles brightly as if you could see their well-formed bodies.

“Since there’s twins there’s two of these sacs where they’ll grow throughout the nine months,” you continue to explain. “And this ball is a yolk sac, this is what will give our babies nutrients until the placenta is fully formed.”

Choso takes the picture and admires the black bobs.

“In a couple weeks there will be fetuses…here,” you point at your belly after lifting your shirt, making his eyes drift to where you point to with a soft awe-struck look.

“It’s way too soon, but here…” you trail off and take his hand to press his palm on your lower belly where the twins will be for a few weeks as they remain small. “This is where our little poppy seeds are now.”

Choso laughs in disbelief and flashes you a smile before he lets the ultrasound go to press both hands on your belly.

“Soon,” you coo and lay back on the bed now that you’re not tense with worry. Choso is quick to mirror your actions to not lose touch of your belly. “…they will grow ears and they will be able to listen to us. So you can talk to them soon. And then,” you pause and interlace your fingers between his to touch your belly with your fingertips and drag his hand up. “…they’ll grow legs and ten toes and they’ll move and kick. Oh! And before that, soon they’ll grow hearts and we will be able to hear them when we go to the doctors.”

Choso tilts his head down, letting you feel his smile on your stomach before he grazes his lips down and presses two kisses on your belly where you had placed his hand first.

“I’ll tell Yuji. I can’t wait to tell him he’s going to be an uncle,” he muses to your belly as if talking to his forming children rather than you. “And your sister will be happy to know too,” he now speaks to your belly. “I’m sure.”

“Cho,” you whisper. “Not yet.”

Choso lifts his head to show his smile he can’t wipe off his face making it hard for you to be anything but extremely happy with him.

“And,” you add and drag yourself down to be face to face. “I don’t want Satori to know yet. There’s still a risk at the early stages of pregnancy, I don’t want her to get excited just yet, and I don’t want you to be blinded by it either. I know this is good news, but I’ve lost my Kiyoshi, and it can—it can happen again.”

Choso’s lips fall to a frown, making his bright gleaming eyes dull.

“Don't hate me if it happens,” your words come out like word vomit you didn’t mean.

“What?” He gasps with surprise before he cups your cheeks. “Y/N, why would you say that?”

“Because,” your voice trembles. “It happens. I don’t want it to happen, but it’s beyond my control. Do you understand?”

Choso looks at you with sadness for you and comforts you right away even if he too starts to fear that fate. “I do understand. Of course, I do. I could never hate you.”

He presses a kiss on your forehead before leaving a lingering kiss on your lips. Which is what you need to feel reassured.

“I love you,” you coo and cup his jaw to caress his cheek. “And I’m excited to start this path with you. As crazy as having twins will be,” you giggle.

“I told you,” he whispers against your lips. “I wouldn’t want anyone but you to be the mother of my children.”

You smile with bliss at him before you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, while he presses his hand back on your belly.

“Oh,” you add. “You can tell Itadori. Just make sure to tell him not to tell Satori. I’ll tell Kinji and Kirara when you tell Itadori so they don’t feel left out.”

“What about your brother?” Choso asks.

You scoff. “He told me,” you retort.

“What?” He gasps.

You sigh. “He can see cursed energy, and he saw there's. So he announced it to me.”

“Oh. What did he say?”

You don’t answer right away this time, but he had an idea that Satoru wouldn't be too pleased. It would hurt Choso a bit at first because he knew how much your brother meant to you, but he’s getting used to it now.

“He’s just worried that’s all,” you finally find something to say that doesn’t share that Satoru thinks your twins can kill you because of who their father is.

You just don’t want to hurt Choso’s feelings.

“Shoko obviously knows, so that’s all who needs to know for now,” you tell him. “Obviously after we both tell our respective parties.”

“Hm.” Choso hums.

Silence passes for a few minutes, and in that time your eyes get heavy and sleep starts to creep in. You think Choso has fallen asleep already since he’s usually quick to fall asleep. However, then he startles you when you hear him interject in a soft and affectionate way that holds all the meaning behind each word.

“Will you marry me?”

You’re wide awake now but stuck with your face in his neck as you process his words and debate whether it’s real or not.

For a moment you think it was just a figment of your imagination since you were falling asleep, but you hadn’t fallen unconscious, and you know you weren’t dreaming, so…what he said is a real genuine question asked because of your pregnancy.

“No,” you break it to him brutally. “I don’t want you to feel obligated because we’re having babies together. It’s a pity proposal.”

You pull away from him and when you face him you see a pout on his thin lips and his eyes filled with disbelief, meaning you hurt him, and it breaks your heart, but you don’t care. You don’t want him to ask you because it’s his duty now that he’s knocked you up.

“Don’t,” you scold him. “Don’t look at me like that. If you want to marry me it’s because you want to, because you love me not because we’re having babies. Because that’s why you asked, isn't it?”

Choso parts his lips but he doesn’t actually say a thing, not even in the following seconds, so you get the answer to your question.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper and flip around to give him your back. “If you want to marry me, ask me when you have a true reason behind your question. Good night.”

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Chapter Thirty: Dhà

Hellooooo!!! Thank you so much for your patience as you’ve waited for this update. Life has been... an adventure, but its been really fun to come back to this. I may be a bit rusty, but I cannot wait to show you the rest of the (continuing) story.

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{Dhà means two in Scots Gaelic... a second child... a second start at this fic. I thought it would be fitting.}

February 22nd, 1744. Claire.

The door slammed open with a mighty gust of wind, making me flinch and waking Brian from a sound sleep. He whimpered, then let out a full throated protest at the intrusion. Jamie’s face lit up as we heard the sound of a woman’s voice over his cries.

“Over here!” he leaned away from me, craning his neck to see the doorway without leaving my side. “This way!!”

My heart soared as she cheerily answered in French, “Hello! Yes, we hear you!!”

Jamie turned back to me and draped my arisaid a bit more modestly over my chest as I tried to soothe Brian.

The irony of my husband’s ministrations was not lost on me as this stranger was going to see a good deal more than my bare breasts if she was going to be helpful… but its welcome warmth had me sinking deeper into its folds, settling the baby and loosening the knot of tension around my heart.

The stranger appeared at the edge of our nest a moment later, followed closely by a second woman, and with Murtagh hot on their heels.

My gaze flew back to Jamie as he shifted, hesitantly positioning himself in front of me — even as we both knew just how much we needed her presence and guiding hand.

Let her be a help and not a hindrance, my soul whispered as a chill ran up my spine.

The woman’s face was weathered, her frame slight underneath her billowing, dripping cloak. She quickly assessed all three of us in a glance as she set her overflowing basket down and rid herself of her outer garments, rolling up her sleeves as she introduced herself.

“My name is Camille, my dear,” her gaze softened and my guard began to slip a bit. “Your father found my daughter and I in the market… May I see how we can be of help?”

“Please.”

The word tumbled from my lips in desperation before I could stem it and I felt Jamie tense against me as the woman took a step closer, kneeling about an arm’s length from my feet.

“Your baby sounds healthy and strong,” she nodded to Brian, her smile growing. “Shall I examine him?”

My words stuck in the back of my throat as the pull of another contraction began and I looked helplessly to Jamie, my mouth gone completely dry.

“He is well, but his brother is on his way,” Jamie’s hoarse voice betrayed his own emotions as he simply and swiftly explained the situation.

Understanding dawned at once and she inched closer as she began to ask a series of rapid questions – none of which I heard.

The blood roared in my ears and the room began to spin around me as I fought to keep my head above the rising tide... to make out what the woman was saying.

I turned my head towards Jamie, my mouth opening and shutting again as the words stuck in my throat.

Help. me.

Great, black spots swam into my vision as hands suddenly reached out and tried to tear Brian from my arms.

“No!” I cried out as I clutched him even tighter against my chest, curling inwards as I tried to shield him.

My entire body began to shake… trembling from head to toe out of a panic that was quickly turning into a blind rage.

Get your fucking hands off my baby.

“Stop!” I tried again, gasping, and tried to find my husband in the chaos around me.

“Jamie!”

But it was Murtagh’s face that suddenly appeared before me and his warm, steady hand on my arm as he coaxed, “Much, a nighean… much.”

Blinking hard, I could finally make out Jamie just behind him. His face had gone completely white and he raked his good hand through his hair, standing it on end.

“Here,” Murtagh’s hand lifted and cupped the back of Brian’s tiny head, nearly swallowing him whole.

“Give him to me, aye? He’ll come to nae harm… I give ye my word.”

I reluctantly nodded and loosened my grip on Brian as I shifted him against me. Murtagh opened his arms, eyes bright with unshed tears as he gently took him from me. Jamie murmured something in Gaelic to them both as he settled our son more securely in his godfather’s arms and sent them off into the shadows with a nod.

I began to tremble again as I lost sight of them, feeling completely unmoored and tossed about in a raging sea of pain without him in my arms. A mighty sob welling up deep within me and gained strength as it ran up my spine, bursting from my lips before I could stem it.

“Jamie.”

He surged forward and grabbed hold of my hand in an instant.

“I’m here, mo ghraidh,” he murmured low, squeezing my hand gently.

“Show me wha’ ye need.”

I tugged him towards me and he eagerly moved closer, slipping carefully into place behind me.

I turned my face towards his as he brushed away the curls that clung to the hot tears streaming down my cheeks and tried to gain a footing against him as wave after wave threatened to tear me in two.

He kissed me, then, long and hard. His spirit lifted mine, soothing and strengthening as slowly, ever so slowly, the tide that bound me began to recede. He kept his face close as I fought to both catch my breath and regain my bearings.

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ, I mentally spat as everything came crashing back into focus.

The absolute stranger at my feet… another perched on a crate at the edge of my view… Brian’s small noises from somewhere in the shadows… and the realization that this was happening a hell of a lot faster the second time around.

I slid my eyes shut with a hiccuping sigh and gripped Jamie’s hand even tighter.

“Aye, tha’s the way,” the rumble of his voice against my back and his reassuring words compelled the writhing mass of doubt within me to cease.

But it would not.

He registered this and let go of my hand, shifting me in his arms until he could see my face. Concern lined his face as studied me for a moment and his thumb stroked my cheek before he lowered his lips once more to mine, pulling all of the remaining tension from within me with his kiss.

I tried to settle against him and groaned in frustration as another contraction began, right on the heels of the last. I shifted listlessly in his arms, struggling to find a position that eased the pain in any amount.

“Here,” the woman’s hand rested on my knee as she moved closer, guiding me and helping me turn so that I could lean more squarely against Jamie.

I kept hold of her hand as my breath hitched and my eyes widened in surprise at the sudden strength of this new contraction.

Her face softened as she gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and moving closer to me, settling herself into a better position to help.

My jaw clenched as I dug my feet into the mattress beneath me.

Bloody. fucking. hell.

… ...

Jamie.

Claire sagged against me, completely spent as her pain finally eased for a moment. They were coming one right after another now, without time for her to rest before the next one hit.

“He’s sure in a hurry,” she grumbled, echoing my own thoughts.

The midwife lifted her head and I repeated the sentiment in French. She chuckled softly, nodding reassuringly as she patted Claire’s thigh.

“He’ll be in your arms soon, mo chridhe,” I reassured her, praying it would be true.

She nodded, a shuddering moan leaving her lips as she was plunged into battle once more.

“Tha’s the way, Sorcha,” I encouraged as she began to push.

The midwife ducked her head to peer beneath the hem of Claire’s shift for a moment and helped my wife settle more fully into her task. They worked together, coaxing and crooning until they finally broke through to the other side.

“Fuck,” Claire moaned, sliding her eyes shut in exhaustion. “Damn you, James Fraser.”

My gut clenched at this and my heart dropped to the floor.

Watching you pay for the cost of my love is hell enough, my own.

“Oh, aye,” I hoarsely agreed and brushed a kiss across her temple, then more earnestly as she shifted against me and lifted her face towards mine.

“Take what ye need of me, mo ghraidh,” I hovered close. “I’ve got ye… I’m here.”

I tried to recall what had helped her before… my mind racing to remember what I’d said or done to give her comfort the first time. I could see her face better then, as she’d faced me, but there was something about supporting her in this way — holding her close as she gave everything within her to bring our second child into the world – that made it all entirely new.

I felt her stiffen in my arms and I laced my fingers through hers as she dove in, head first back into the storm… but she had a new spirit, a strength that had been all but gone not a moment before.

“Good!” the midwife exclaimed, beaming. “Here he comes!”

Her head disappeared completely from sight as she tucked Claire’s shift up around her hips and out of the way as she readied herself to guide my son into the world.

Claire’s nails bit into the tops of my thighs as the midwife guided her through the pain until she suddenly collapsed against me, a choking, strangled cry exploding from her lips.

“Well done, my dear!!” she cheered.

“A dhia, no chridhe,” I murmured, placing a kiss atop her head. “How verra braw ye are.

But my pride quickly turned to panic as the next pain started and I felt something change within Claire… the heels of her hands pushed against the tops of my thighs as her voice rose, twisting and clawing at the ceiling.

The midwife turned away from my wife for the first time since she’d arrived and beckoned wildly to the other woman in the shadows. Her assistant was at her side in an instant and she addressed me — not Claire — as urgency contorted her face.

“We need to move her,” she instructed. “She needs to lay back.”

I nodded and quickly moved to do her bidding, supporting Claire’s shoulders as I helped her lay against the make-shift pillows behind her.

Claire cried out again as they drew her knees up towards her chest, the knife edge of her scream flaying me wide open as I hovered above her. Her gaze grew distant, her face contorting as she writhed in pain.

“Sorcha.”

My hand trembled as much as my voice as I tried to reach her in her agony.

“Sorcha, look at me,” I begged, my hands cradling her face.

“Please.”

Her eyes were wide, staring right past me as she screamed again.

Turn… Shoulder…

I could only catch fragments of the women’s words, but the next made my blood run cold.

Stuck.

I slipped my hand beneath Claire’s head and I leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine in a desperate attempt to keep her at my side.

Mary, Michael, and Bride — help her!

She trembled in my arms as I pulled away, but her gaze finally found mine for a moment as I hovered above her.

“Stay wi’ me, Sorcha,” I begged.

Claire jerked suddenly and let out a bloodcurdling shout, going completely limp in my arms. I frantically looked over my shoulder, but my plea for help stopped short at the sight of a bairn squirming in the midwife’s hands.

She looked up and beamed at me, announcing, “You have another son.”

My heart soared and the tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I turned back to Claire.

“He’s here, mo ghraidh,” I murmured as I felt her hand stir on my arm, her eyes closed.

I brushed a kiss across her brow and she lifted her hand to my neck. Her eyelids flickered and she blinked up at me.

Wee noises began to sound from behind me and I watched as the chiseled lines of pain immediately left her face and she was transformed with a curious, eager joy. She turned her head, trying to see around me, and I moved out of her way.

The bairn’s wee squawking turned into a loud, hearty cry and Claire reached out for him. The midwife eagerly obliged and gently placed him within reach beside her.

She sighed heavily as her fingers brushed against the top of his head, skimming down each limb and finding him whole.

“Ye’ve done it, mo chridhe,” I swallowed hard, my voice breaking as a slow, weary smile lit her face.

“They’re both here.”

I could hear the midwife moving behind me, her hands flitting into view as she readied to cut the bairn’s cord.

The next moment she lifted him, easing him off the mattress and settled him on Claire’s chest.

I heard Claire’s breath catch, then release in a contented sigh as she held him close for the first time. Her hand trembled as her fingers traced the curve of his brow.

“He’s perfect,” she murmured in awe.

I couldn’t help but agree, nodding slowly as I added, “An’ sae wee.”

Her face changed, worry creeping into her eyes as she looked up and scanned the shadows just beyond us.

“Murtagh?” Her voice broke as she called out to him.

I could make out his dark shape as he moved at once, answering back “Aye, a leannan… I’m here.”

He quickly crossed the room and knelt beside us, his eyes bright and cheeks wet.

“Thank you,” I swallowed hard as I lifted Brian back into my arms. “Thank you for holding him close, ghoistidh.”

One corner of his lips lifted in acknowledgement, but he didn’t reply. His hand lingered on the bairn for a moment as I settled Brian more securely in my arms, then moved out of the way as I turned back to Claire.

I shifted beside her, moving Brian until his head was near his brother’s.

My heart soared as I saw them side by side for the first time. Claire’s hand moved to rest on Brian, looking from one to the other as she studied their faces.

“Wha’ will ye name him, then?”

Murtagh’s voice was so low that I almost didn’t hear him.

I looked up to find him beaming down at the miracle before him… the biggest smile I’d ever seen stretching across his face.

“Henry,” I whispered hoarsely. “Henry an’ Brian.”

#outlander #outlander au #Metamorphosis AU #chapter 30

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