You were feeling good today. You got up while Genji slept, leaving the slim slot his pregnant self left you on the bed.

You made breakfast. Eggs, some the way you liked it and some the way he liked. Then bacon, sausages, toast, and you put milk and juice on the table. You waited past the time he normally got up and then went to check on him.

“Genji, Baby?” you called while walking down the hall to the bedroom, “Breakfast is getting cold.”

You strode in find Genji awake and still lying in bed. He had discarded his armour months ago, his face plate was collecting dust somewhere, and some modifications meant his stomach could grow as big as needed without squishing the pups. He shifted into a more upright position when he saw you.

“It can wait. Come here.”

Genji dragged himself over to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him. You sat down and mussed his bedhead grey and black hair with a smirk. He pushed your hand away playfully.

“The pups are awake, as well. Watch,” he said softly.

Genji framed his bulging belly with a palm on either side. You watched as a tiny fist (or foot?) poked out, stretching his synthetic skin. Lightning quick, Genji poked back. Then he waited. The pup poked again in the same spot. Another pup elsewhere stretched out. Genji bopped them with his finger. More pups joined in, until Genji was playing gentle wack-a-mole with what seemed like all of them.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed in amazement. “That doesn’t hurt?”

“No. This skin is designed for stretching, not for combat.”

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“So…can I join in…?”

He nodded with a wide grin. You cuddled closer to Genji’s side, feeling a warm excitement at the prospect of playing with your pups before they were even born.