Serious talk can come later. Right now, you and Genji wanted to bask in the glow of the news. You were pregnant with Genji’s baby.
“It is right here,” he said, putting his cheek to your bare tummy. The edge of his helmet touched your skin.
“Cold, Baby!” you squeaked, pulling your shirt back down.
“No!” he said. “Let me love both of you!”
He held your hips and pressed warm kisses to your stomach. You sighed, lying back, and letting Genji have it out. It tickled, but it also felt nice to be so loved. When he was satisfied with the amount of love given, you waved him up to come to cuddle properly.
You got more than you bargained for. More cold. Genji applied his body to yours as much as he could, wanting to be as close as possible. You twitched under his cold parts, waiting until your body warmed him.
He let out a happy sigh.
“Hm?” You wiggled around until you were nose-to-nose. “What’s up? Tell me how you feel.”
A smaller sigh.
“I feel…good. I also feel…hopeful.” His tongue snuck out to lick at your nose once, making you flinch and then smile. “I never felt more in love.”
He earned a well-deserved blush from you, and you pecked his nose back.
“Maybe,” Genji said, his gaze trailing down your cheek. “l can put some good out there by providing a stable and loving childhood for our son. Or daughter.”
“What if they’re neither of those things?”
He shifted against you, draping an arm on your side.
“That’s for them to decide.”
Of course. A silly question on your part.
“I wonder if we’ll be good parents,” you mused.
His lukewarm hand cupped your neck.
“What good would it do to worry about that?”
“None, but I wanted to say it out loud.”
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