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"Kafka you cannot leave the house in this condition. What if something were to happen-"
Kafka stopped in her tracks, keys in hand. She glanced up at Blade who was currently blocking the hallway with his broad shoulders.
"Oh Bladie!~ Step aside. You've never stopped me before!~"
He watched her with a stone cold glance, his arms folded as he narrowed his eyes.
"Yes but you were in prime physical condition before. Now you are pregnant."
Kafka pouted. She pushed him aside despite his warning tones, holding her head high as she waddled to the door and readied her shoes, struggling to pull on her boots as she stumbled with her new center of balance.
"Well...I'm sorry I'm not in prime physical condition anymore."
She huffed trying to force on her second boot, cursing the new thickness in her thighs. She gasped as she felt Blade come up behind her, she couldn't tell if she was just that comfortable, or her senses have dulled so much in these four months.
"That is okay. It is not your fault. It is mine. That is exactly why it is my responsibility to care for you while you maintain your correct physical condition for pregnancy-"
He helped her put her coat on despite his warnings from before. She wasn't disagreeing with what he said. It was his fault that she carried so much weight.
"-this includes letting me bring you food while you are supposed to stay at home. Where you are much safer from bounty hunters."
He pulled her gently back by her arm, she didn't fight it this time as he held her in his embrace.
"Kafka. The doctor said twins are a higher risk. Please let me eliminate these risks for you and the children."
She looked down and sighed, still pouting at his actions, but nuzzling herself deeper into his massive breasts. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was so earnest...And right.
"I-I suppose... I'll allow it this once. But I cannot allow myself to grow weaker when we still have so much to accomplish. Do you understand Bladie?"
He sighed. It would be so much easier to keep her holed up in his pocket. Everything he held dear would be safe in his grasp. That way he could focus on becoming a living weapon for the ones he loved. They would be free to enjoy the peace of safety, the peace of playtime, the peace of a safe and warm meal.
All the things he couldn't afford.
However, he could not deny the usefulness of his powerful wife. How he wished he could take her away from this mess they devoted their lives to, but she would hate that. Kafka's happiness was always his priority. As were their growing children, they were their responsibilities now.
"Yes, Kafka, I understand. I promise I will do everything in my power to ensure your physical abilities do not dull after they are born."
She gazed up into his turbulent red eyes, pushing away a strand of his hair, it would be difficult convincing her living weapon to let go. So she released her tension, instead letting herself smile at his endearing devotion to her and the twins.
"I love you Bladie. I know they are going to love you too."
As powerful as anxiety became in his core, stirring deeper into a whirlpool of dread at the thought of all the dangers that may befall his little ones, he still felt determination pumping hot through his veins.
"To love, to hold, to cherish", he promised Kafka during their sham wedding, and by extension he would share those promises with their little ones. He covered his face with shame at all the thoughts he still carried of his wife and turned away out of respect.
"I am going to get food now. I will be back in 26 minutes. Do not leave under any circumstances."
He approached the door and huffed as he held it open, ducking under his bangs as if embarrassed.
"And...I love you too. All of you."