contents. satoru gojo and the birth of your child, the future to be exact.
other. mentions of childbirth/pregrancy. mentions of being a mother. gojo being a lovestruck idiot (as he should be!)
Satoru Gojo could feel the sweat dripping down his temples.
He was nervous.
Very nervous actually.
His long fingers flexed with anxiety, his messy white hair sticking up like a cactus, his vivid blue eyes dull, devoid of any emotion.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Today was the day.
Where you would give birth to the newest gojo of the family.
Give birth to his child.
'Should i have brought something?!'
'like.... should i got chocolates? no.. i already got chocolates..'
Another awkward few minutes passed, with doctors rushing in and out of the room, and occasional yells of 'push! push!' ringing out, before an abrupt silence pierced through the air. Dead, cold silence haunted the halls.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
"Sir?"
Leaping up and almost taking the chair with him, he turned to the doctor, anxiety flitting across his vivid eyes, fear piercing his barriers and hitting through his heart.
"Can i go in?!"
"Yes you can but before th-"
After the one word left the doctor's mouth, he pushed him aside and ran to the operation room, muttering hurried apologies to the people he shoved out of his way.
" 'Toru...."
Falling to his knees, right beside your bed, he completely disregarded the chair, instead, he held onto your arm, eyes locked on the baby you had in your arms.
Their baby they held in your arms.
"C-Can i hold...."
You chuckled and beckoned Gojo to come down to your level, snorting as he awkwardly fumbled with the now-wailing baby.
"Your eyes. They have your eyes."
You smile, watching as your partner, your lover stiffly rocked the child, awe filling his eyes as their cries faded, now turning into a big yawn.
Satoru Gojo, the strongest held the future in his arms.
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