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Hanzo sighed as he reclined in the rocking chair to look out the window. He had reached the nesting stage of his pregnancy already and was enjoying setting up the nursery to his exacting taste. The rest of his family was eager to help, but so many bodies in one room was overwhelming and he’d sent the whole of them outside to run wild. Jesse had looked just as repentant as their children… and Genji and Zenyatta and Gabriel and…
Hanzo grumbled, reaching down to stuff a pillow behind his back (a gift from Ana paired with a body pillow she swore by). Already the child weighed heavy inside him, his belly swelling with life. Rocking back, he looked around the room. They’d painted the walls (Torbjörn suggested safe paints to use). Scenes of dragons playing among cherry blossoms on opposing walls and golden deserts to capture the sunlight. Reinhardt had painstakingly added details that neither Jesse or Hanzo were capable of, little creatures and bright highlights. There was a changing table already, though the crib had yet to be finished. Jack and Jesse had decided to make it themselves (though neither had much experience). The closet was already stuffed full of clothing made by Gabriel and everywhere there was space was covered in soft blankets and toys.
Truly, his child would come into the world loved. All of his children were excited to meet the new baby, destroying Hanzo’s fears. He’d even caught Sara “practicing” being an older sibling by carefully carrying around one of the dogs they’d adopted, sternly telling him to eat his veggies. He rubbed a hand over his growing child and hummed his mother’s lullaby to them. It was rare now that Hanzo got time just for the two of them.
Loud laughter outside caught his attention and he glanced out. Spring was edging in now, the grass greening even though the days were yet cold. Jesse pushed the twins in the tire swing, the skeleton of a treehouse above them. Oliver ran with one of dogs, Frog, at his side, twisting to hurl a stick through the air. The other dog, Fish, sat in the shade by the tree house tree. Genji and Zenyatta were standing off to the side, chatting with Gabriel and Jack. Perhaps he would ask Jesse to extend a formal invitation to join them in this home. The children would be pleased to have both their uncles and their grandfathers living with them. Genji’s child, shy still and young, sits in Zenyatta’s hovering lap content to watch the louder children play. Little Toru had come to them from Japan and was slowly learning that he was among family.
Oliver ran up to the talking adults, gesturing wildly and panting. Gabriel nodded and swooped down to heft the boy over his shoulder. His son laughed as Gabriel spun them in a circle with Frog barking at their sides. The twins and Jesse abandoned the tire swing to “save” Oliver, an attempt that quickly devolved into a friendly tussle in the grass. Hanzo huffed out a laugh and leaned over to open the window.
“If you get covered in grass stains, I am not washing your clothes, anata.”
Jesse’s head popped out, the rest of him buried beneath the children and the dogs (both of whom had joined in). “Aw, sweet pea, yer no fun. Come an’ join us. Fresh air’ll be good for the baby.”
Hanzo smiled. “Perhaps in a bit. I am going to get some tea first.”
He began to push himself out of the rocking chair (soon he wouldn’t be able to) and felt something in his stomach move uncomfortably. Hanzo let himself drop back quickly. Angela had warned him that a man of his age might have difficulty carrying to term, it was a constant, terrifying thought in the back of his mind. What if…? He swallowed thickly digging his phone out of his pocket (Angela’s number the first speed-dial) when it happened again. Hanzo gasped and pressed his hands to his stomach, halfway through a prayer before he realized it didn’t hurt. He closed his eyes and forced his breath to even.
“Little one?”
The feeling returned, a strange fluttering sensation deep in his belly.
“Are you, are you kicking me?”
This time the feeling was firmer, a definitive press against his side. Reaching over, Hanzo pressed his hands gently into the pressure. A little kick and the pressure resumed.
“Darlin? Everything okay? Ya went quiet.”
Hanzo startled out of his hunch, looking over to see Jesse halfway through the window. Foolish man.
“Jesse.” His voice cracked and he reached for his husband. Jesse scrambled the rest of the way through, cradling Hanzo in his arms. “Jesse.”
“‘M here, darlin’. What’s wrong sweet pea?” Jesse noticed the phone and tightened his arms. “Do I need to call Angela?”
“No.” Hanzo sobbed (damn hormones) and pulled Jesse close. “No, just feel.” He tugged Jesse’s hand down to where the pressure was. “Say hello to your Papi, little one.”
There was a prompt kick and he cried a little harder. When he finally composed himself enough to look at his husband, Jesse was misty-eyed and blinking rapidly.
“That what I think it is?”
“Yes.”
Jesse made a broken little noise and buried his face in Hanzo’s hair while pressing his hand against Hanzo’s stomach.
“Hey there, kiddo.” Their baby squirmed, making Hanzo grunt and shift positions. “They acting up?”
Hanzo hummed. “They are your child, anata. I doubt they are capable of being still.” Quieter. “Angela said that they would begin kicking, but somehow I didn’t…”
“Yeah.” Jesse dropped a kiss on Hanzo’s head. “How about I go get you that tea you was wanting and we go cuddle up somewhere warm? I’ll give ya a foot rub an’ everything.”
“That is acceptable. Help me up.” They eased Hanzo out of the chair, both unnecessarily cautious. Hanzo immediately leaned into Jesse’s side once standing. “Not much longer.”
“Four months is still a long time.” Jesse grumbled, reaching back to shut the window. Hanzo took his hand and pulled him down for a gentle kiss.
“I waited my whole life for you, for this, anata. Believe me when I say, this is worth it.”