You spent some time on edge before Dr. Ziegler confirmed you were pregnant with Genji’s child (or ‘kitten,’ as he insisted on calling it). You went through several emotions upon hearing the news. You did this alone, because Genji was away on a mission. Your legs carried you to the cliff outside Watchpoint Gibraltar. Watching the cargo boats slowly float by always forced you into a calm. Contemplating the size of the ocean made your problems seem smaller in comparison.

You stood on the cliff, eyes scrunched, and deep in thought.

First, you were annoyed. You had gotten an awesome job with Overwatch, a group full of heroes you admired since you were a kid. It was the most adult thing you’d accomplished in your life, and getting pregnant interrupted that.

Then, you felt inadequate. A tiny human being was growing inside your tummy. Perhaps you weren’t up to the task of being a good mother. Maybe Genji would change his mind later, and the baby deserved a better situation than that to be raised in.

“I am back, my beautiful mate.”

You jumped, Genji’s voice interrupting your worrying. You turned around to find him crouching on the large, ball structure. His metal tail stood straight behind him, the tip flicking.

“Genji! You scared me!” you exclaimed. “But I’m happy to see you.”

You held out your arms and smiled, until Genji leapt down to approach you. You clung to his waist and pressed your cheek to his right chest plate. The heat from the green light in the centre of his chest radiated gently onto your nose. Genji wrapped you in his arms, and you wondered why you had worried in the first place. You were safe, and Genji didn’t impregnate you just to ditch you. He didn’t seem the type to do that.

Now you just had to tell him the important news.

You didn’t get the chance, because Genji took a small step back and lifted your chin with his hand. He put his faceplate to your cheek and slid it along your skin.

“I missed you,” he said, the slight echo behind his mask apparent because of how close he was.

You jumped again, cringing from his face.

“Cold! Cold!”

Genji chuckled. “Okay.” He left your personal space and removed his mask to hold it a hand at his side. He peered at you with naked, brown eyes. “How are you?”

Your hands came up to rub and twist against each other in front of your stomach.

“Ummm, about that…I’m pregnant,” you said, taking your hands apart to wait eagerly for his reaction.

Genji gasped slowly and loudly. You’d never seen such shock in his eyes. He fell to his knees, held your hips, and rubbed his cheek on your stomach.

Then he froze and looked up at you to ask, “Is it…are you…?”

“Healthy? Yes,” you replied, smiling. He smiled back and pecked your stomach.

His fingers flexed and relaxed a few times on your hips while he regarded with a mysterious emotion. Then he stood up. His cool finger and thumb held your chin.

“You should go rest.”

You expected more talking, but there’s plenty of time for that later. And you wanted to go cool off after spending time being jittery. You didn’t miss his lingering stare as you left. It wasn’t hostile, but it sent a shiver from the base of your skull downward.

You learned what that stare meant soon enough, when a simple kiss as a greeting turned into much more heated kissing with you backed against a wall in a side hallway. Genji allowed you some air, but only momentarily. He fiddled hastily with his codpiece.

“What are you-?”

Genji kissed you again, hardening cock in hand. You forgot what you were asking.

This happened several times before the baby started showing. Genji was in love with your pregnant body and couldn’t keep his hands off you.

“I have been thinking about you,” he would say, or something similar.

“Yeah…?” you would ask in reply, brain on vacation.

More kissing, some of him gently biting your bottom lip. You don’t remember. Poor man was so aroused by you that he often came on your body before he made it inside. On your stomach, or your back, from rutting between your asscheeks. The lust would clear from his eyes, temporarily, and remember that you, his darling mate, needed yours.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he’d say, taking your hand away from your crotch. Which you had been using rub yourself roughly through your clothing. Genji pulled your bottoms down and inserted his fingers into your underwear, rubbing against your clit on the way to your slick cunt. After slipping in two digits, he fingered you rapidly until you banged the back of your head on the wall. You gripped his wrist, whining, and adding to the pleasure of his fingers inside you by shoving a hand up your shirt to squeeze a breast.

Your legs seized and trembled as you came. Genji rubbed the special spot inside while you squeezed around his fingers. After, your skin dimpled from the chill from the thin layer of sweat you didn’t notice you had accumulated. You put an arm around Genji’s shoulder and leaned into him to keep your balance and pull up your bottoms.

“Someone could have caught us, but I kind of don’t care,” you said.

“Heh. I feel the same.”

You didn’t want to walk with your sore inner thighs. You gave him a “take care of me, my big, strong, man,” kind of look.

Genji pressed his metal ‘cheek’ to yours, this time not as cold, and slipped his arms under your legs and shoulders. He hefted you up to his chest.

“I got you into this, and I will take care of you.”

Genji carried you outside, and used the outer ledges of the watchpoint to get to your room. To be fair, he considered it his room as well, only storing his weapons in his old one. He moved his old picture frame with his younger self and Hanzo to yours. Something which you picked up and contemplated while Genji was away on a mission.

Upon arrival, Genji let you down onto your bed. You sat on the edge and smiled up at him mischievously.

“Is it naptime?”

“Is this going to lead to a catnap joke?” he asked flatly.

“Maybe,” you said, and he laughed quietly.

“Yes, a catnap.”

You got undressed, put on clean undies and a t-shirt, and climbed into bed. Likewise, he removed his face mask and the ribbon. You spent some time cuddling before you were ready to sleep. There was some shifting around, some ow’s on your part and subsequent sorry’s on Genji’s part. You ended up being the small spoon, with his arm around your waist. Your back quickly warmed his front, and his quiet, rumbly purr almost lulled you to sleep. But you had to ask something before you forgot.

“What will your brother think?”

The purring ceased while Genji considered his answer.

“I think Hanzo will be happy for us. He needs to understand that I am thirty-five, not the immature twenty-five that I was when I left Hanamura. This will help.”

“I hope so.”

You were comfortably sleepy and told Genji so. You twisted around to let him give you a quick goodnight-kiss, then you rolled over to face the other way to sleep.

“I will get up before you to talk to Hanzo. You sleep in.”

“Okay,” you replied.

Genji’s tail settled across your legs, and he purred until you both fell asleep. The contact and the gentle noise helped keep you anchored to the present and helped you feel safe, when otherwise you would have worried about the impending arrival of your baby and what it meant for your life.