A birthday surprise for Nanami
{Just a little ficlet based on a now-dead ship, but Nanamin is always best boy, and so her gets his birthday}
*Edit: how I managed to not see that 'surprise' was spelled wrong before setting it to post this morning, but then notice it when I'm still half asleep and bleary-eyed, I'll never know
The pounding on the door was incessant. The voice coming through it? Loudly obnoxious, but that wasn’t a surprise given the voice’s owner.
“Come on, birthday boy! Open up!”
Laughing, Lorelei pushed herself from her chair, the remains of their breakfast neatly stacked on the table, waiting to be fully cleaned up.
“Don’t open that door,” her fiancé muttered around his cup of tea.
“You know the world’s most powerful sorcerer will just let himself in,” she teased, dropping a kiss on his cheek.
“World’s most powerful pain in my ass,” Nanami retorted, catching her arm with one hand and returning the kiss. “Do I really have to deal with him, today of all days?”
“You know, the sooner he says his piece, the sooner he’ll be on his way, Ken-chan,” she whispered in his ear, using the nickname she only ever used in private.
With a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl, he let her go.
“You’re right. Let’s get this over with.”
Together, they walked to the door, opening it to find a grinning Gojo waiting, as patiently as was possible. As soon as there was space, he dove inside, wrapping Nanami in a bear hug.
“There’s my buddy,” he enthused. “Happy birthday!”
The white-haired sorcerer leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on the top of Lorelei’s head at the same time as he patted her second-trimester-round belly.
“Sorry, ladies, I’m stealing daddy and Daddy,“ his eyebrow waggle was noticeable even under the black blindfold he wore, “for a little bit today.” He grabbed one of Nanami’s hands and dragged him toward the door, an unstoppable force. “I promise I’ll bring him back later. Bye!”
Too shocked to protest, the blond sorcerer was dragged out the door of his home.
Laughing, and with a little wave and blown kiss, Lorelei sent him off for the distraction she’d arranged. One hand went to her stomach.
“All right, little girl, we’ve got some cleanup and prep to do. Yuji will be here in an hour.”
True to his word, Itadori arrived right on time, the order from Nanami’s favorite sandwich shop in one hand, gifts in the other. She led him out to the garden, which she had set up the surprise party. Once everything was arranged, she texted Gojo, giving him the ‘all clear’ signal.
A few minutes later, the white-haired sorcerer’s distinct voice could be heard, loud and clear, as they arrived at the house, Gojo dragging Nanami into the garden where several of their friends were gathered.
Brown eyes widened in genuine surprise at the chorus of birthday wishes that greeted him, various drinks held up in salute, his little redheaded fiancée in the middle of it, mischievous smile beaming.
His expression softened into his small, quiet smile and he moved through the small group, shaking hands and accepting hugs as he went, until he reached Lorelei. He slid his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her neck.
“You are in so much trouble when everyone leaves,” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe as he pulled away.
“Promise?” She retorted, one eyebrow raised.
Then, it was time for the celebration.
Food had been eaten, the mess cleaned up, birthday song sung, cake eaten, and gifts were being opened. Lorelei brought one wrapped in pink paper. “This one is from your daughter,” she explained, setting it on his lap. Her eyes widened and she grabbed one of his hands, placing it low on her belly. “She wants to be involved in giving it to you, as well.”
He held his breath, feeling the tiny movements beneath his hand, blinking away joyful tears at the proof of this little miracle he’d never expected to receive. He leaned over to rest his cheek on her stomach.
“Thank you, little one,” he whispered.
Finally, the last guest left and he locked the door behind them. He turned to see his fiancée, the mother of his child, smiling softly at him.
He meandered over to her, slipping his arms around her. “What’s that look for?”
“My favorite thing in the world is seeing you happy,” she answered, wrapping her arms around him.
“You do, hm? Then you need to be my wife.”
“I’m ready when you are. You know I don’t care about the ceremony.”
“Tomorrow, then? We’ll go to the clerk, first thing.”
“That sounds like the perfect plan to me.”
“Mmm…” he hummed. His hands slid down to grasp and squeeze the perfect mounds of her ass. “Well, maybe not first thing,” he teased. “Remember I said you were going to be in trouble when everyone left?”
He smirked down at her, his body already responding to her nearness.
“Yes,” she nodded once, her hands gliding across his chest.
“There’s something on our bed. Go put it on, and then I’ll spend the rest of the night punishing you.” He pulled her into a hard kiss, guiding one of her hands to the pronounced bulge in his pants. Her shivered response, pressing into his kiss, was all the answer he needed.
“There’s my good girl.” He swatted her ass as she turned to walk down the hall to their bedroom, and he watched her every step of the way. It was only once she was in the room that he turned to switch off the lights and then follow her.
“Happy birthday to me.”
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