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Hello there B)

can I request a sort of part 2 for mom-to-be (IK IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS AGO BUT IT STILLS MY FAV POST OF YOUR BLOG) like they have a child together (and side child wanting a sibling (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)) and how there marriage is going

I would also like to say I enjoy your content And love your writing your style and keeping up the good goodies :3 I hope you have a wonderful day

(also idk of your request box is open or nah so if not then please do ignore the req)

Mom-To-Be (Goro Akechi x Reader) PART TWO

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 <𝟯 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All around you, there are sounds.

The TV you left in the living room showing some random daytime talk show you were listening to while starting dinner preparations. The rice cooker beeping distantly- letting you know that it was done cooking tonight’s side dish time and time again. The hum of the heating in your apartment. The soft, almost muted Japanese of the press conference playing from your husband’s laptop. And the pitter-patter of tiny feet moving around the little playpen they’ve been confined to. All around you, there are sounds. Things happening. Things happening without you.

And yet all you can focus on is your husband’s hands around your waist, grabbing you as soon as you step inside. All you can focus on is how he just barely pulls his chair from his desk to slot you between his legs as he remains seated. How he looks up at you with such warm, loving eyes. How he utters a greeting towards you with such love and such care.

And how he slips the front of your dress off your shoulds as he leans up and captures one of your nipples in between his lips and sucks.

“Ah…” Instantly, a soft gasp pours through your lips. You reach out, tangling a hand in his hair as the other one comes to rest on his shoulders, gripping tightly as his once perfectly pressed button-up. At your reaction, you can see his dark eyes flicker upwards. Hints of amusement are there- loud and clear for you to witness. But you’re helpless stop it. Helpless to do anything but whine and gasp softly as he swirls his tongue around one of your swollen buds and suckles on it softly. “Mmm…Goro…”

He lets out a hum in acknowledgment. Something quiet and sweet. But he doesn’t pull away. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. In fact, It’s only been days since the last time he pulled you away and helped you out of your clothes just to have his way with you- even while he’s supposed to be working. But now that you’ve just finished weening the little one off breastfeeding a little more than a month ago, your body has been extra sensitive lately. Something that your husband has taken note of. Something your husband loves to take advantage of too.

“Goro…” You whisper again, fingers threading carefully through his long locks. Your gaze is half-lidded as you stare back at his. But you’re not as shameless as he is, so you’re quick to advert your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and still your thundering heart. But he knows you too well by now. So he doesn’t even waste a moment as his fingers crawl lower and lower on your body. Resting comfortably on your backside and squeezing your bottom through the fabric of your clothes.

You let out another gasp- startled momentarily. But all too soon, you’re back to melting into his touch. Following his eye movements as he rocks you gently in his grip. Lulling you into a daze that really, really makes you want to forget about cooking and instead get on your knees and undo his pants so you could just-

The sound of something hard hitting the wall captures both of your attention.

It’s not a loud sound. It’s not a very scary sound either. It’s a little far away- coming from one of the other rooms. But you’ve been around the sun way too many times with Goro at this point to know that this isn’t something you should take lightly. So you freeze instantly, and Goro quickly pulls his mouth off of your breast with a quiet, yet lewd ‘pop’. His hands tighten around your waist as a deafening silence falls between you too. His body tenses, readying to run out, and protect you and the baby. Maybe even grab that old gun he keeps locked in the safe he swore he’d never let you see again. You swallow nervously at that thought. You really hope it doesn’t come down to that.

But for a moment, everything is quiet. Everything is still. You train your ears- looking for anything that might tell you a story. Anything you absolutely need to know. So much so that you don’t hear the talk show whose host you can’t even bother to remember. You don’t hear the rice cooker, beeping and beeping. And you don’t even hear the quiet Japanese of the press conference Goro was listening to you. You just wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wai-

The sound happens again. Louder. Stronger than before and your heart just stops. Goro stands to his feet, hands still on your waist as he tries to force you behind him and-

Giggles.

It’s the sound of your child. The sound of your son- laughing in a way that only a mother knows. And it’s a laugh you’re willing to bet means that a certain little someone just found out how to do something they know they’re not supposed to do. Maybe like throwing their toys and the wall…

You heave a sigh- a breath you didn’t quite know you were holding in and turn to look at your husband. He meets your gaze and it seems you both have your realizations at the exact time. Because the way you slump into each other’s arms is perfectly in sync. Your calming hearts start to listen to each other. They start to beat as one. Another crisis was avoided. Another day goes by.

At that thought, you step out of Goro’s grip. He’s a little slow and reluctant to let you go free, so he compromises by keeping one hand outstretched and resting it lightly on your hip. You smile at him gently- and you take extra care after you notice the stress still lingering in his body. You should make some extra time for him tonight. You should make some extra time for both of your boys tonight.

But right now, you have to make sure one of your boys didn’t end up breaking something. And take care of that rice.

“I think, that’s my cue to go back to the little guy,” You laugh, taking a moment to adjust your top. Your eye catches on the wet glint around one of your nipples. The saliva Goro must have left while he was busy sucking and suckling away. You make a note to clean it off properly later. Though you also note of just how carefully, Goro eyes your body greedily- drinking in every last inch of your skin as you readjust your clothes and try to make yourself decent. You flash him another knowing look before rolling your eyes with a playful huff. “Maybe we’ll continue this later? Sounds like the baby was getting a little lonely-”

“He doesn’t have to be.”

Goro’s words stop you. They confuse you for a moment too, as you raise your eye at him and gesture to yourself. He says them so plainly like you’re just supposed to get what he means instantly. Another playdate? A night with the babysitter? A trip to one of his old high school friend’s places? You’re not quite sure.

“Well, he won’t be lonely.” You say to him instead, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “I was just gonna go back out to watch him again and finish dinner.”

“Yeah, but…” Goro begins, quietly before pausing. He sits back down in his chair and leans against its back. Now it’s his time to furrow his brows and pull a face. It’s quite obvious to you now that he’s translating in his head. Picking the words he wants to say and what exactly he wants them to meet. But it’s over almost as immediately as it starts once he perks up with a smile and tells you- “I was just thinking we could get him a friend.”

“A friend?” You echo. Playdates once again enter your mind, and you try to rack your brain to see if you can recall other new mothers in the building. But before you can even mention it, your husband speaks again.

“A friend.” He confirms. But one look in his eyes tells you that he’s not thinking about it the same way you are. One look in his eye tells you another story. One that’s more heated. One that’s more embarrassing. One that you’re still a little embarrassed to speak out loud. “A little sister, rather. Or a little brother.”

The story of how your first child came to be.

“A…” You lick your lips. He’s eyeing you carefully, and if you don’t start being careful, you swear you might just melt under his gaze. But’s what so wrong with that? What’s so wrong with wanting that? Because you’ve done this before. You’ve done it on every surface in your home. In every room. Every chance you got. You’ve done this before. This little song and dance. This little touch and go. And who says… “A little…?”

“What do you say, my dear…?”

And who says…

“...wanna see if I can make you a mommy again?”

…you can’t do it once again?

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