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Sakusa had committed a lot of sins, according to his husband. Previously, if you’d asked Osamu, he would’ve told you that Sakusa was a pretty perfect husband. He was attentive, caring, thoughtful, and hot. He was a good alpha, taking care of Osamu and his needs. Osamu felt spoiled in Sakusa’s care, making him a pretty calm, tame omega. If you’d asked Osamu months ago about his relationship, he would’ve told you that it was almost perfect.

Now though, as Osamu was hurling his breakfast into the toilet, he cursed his husband out in his head.

When Osamu had found out that he was pregnant, the couple had been thrilled. It had been three years since they’d gotten married, and a few months since they’d begun trying for a pup. Osamu could still remember when he’d told Atsumu that they’d been trying, his twin’s face scrunching up as he shrieked, “Don’t fuckin’ tell me that! I don’t wanna know that Omi’s breeding you!” Safe to say, the twins had brawled after that outburst.

Despite Atsumu’s complaints, he’d also been ecstatic when Osamu told him he was pregnant. His twin had picked him right off the ground, spinning him and cheering about becoming an uncle, all while Sakusa looked seconds away from pulling Osamu out of his arms. The alpha had excitedly asked question after question about their plans, and Osamu had excitedly answered every one. It had been good, then.

But now, Osamu was debating whether or not he should be starting a fight with his husband, as well as every alpha in his life. Frankly, he was pissed, and they deserved to feel even an ounce of his wrath after all he was going through. Osamu contemplated how quickly he could execute his plan as he leaned over to hurl again, this time feeling a warm hand in between his shoulder blades.

Another time, Osamu might’ve appreciated the gesture. Right now though, “Kiyoomi, if you don’t get yer warm ass hands offa me­ –“ he growled, head still over the toilet bowl. Osamu had never felt Sakusa retract as quickly as now, even when they’d just started dating and the alpha had been shy with physical affection. And now look at them.

“Sorry, baby,” Sakusa said quickly, voice soft as he tried to soothe his pregnant husband. He pushed his scent out a bit, trying to chase away the smell of vomit with his minty scent.

Osamu was not amused however, “Can ya stop doin’ that? Yer scent is givin’ me a headache,” Osamu complained, pushing off the toilet bowl and standing up. He could smell his own scent leaking out, the smell of lavender usually soothing. Right now though, it smelled more of dead flowers, giving Osamu a migraine. Sakusa was quick to grab his arm and help him up, even as Osamu grumbled about it. He guided his mate to the sink so he could wash his mouth out, chasing away the taste of bile.

“Okay, baby. Is there anything I can do for you right now?” Sakusa asked, wanting to touch his mate but also knowing how sensitive he was recently. Not that he didn’t deserve to be.

“Can ya tell yer pup ta stop dancin’ on my bladder and hatin’ everything I try to eat? That would be nice,” Osamu snarked, pushing out of the bathroom to go sit on the couch, arms crossed and a snarl on his lips.

Now, Osamu wasn’t stupid. He knew that getting pregnant would mean that his life, as well as his body, would change. He’d read all about pregnancy symptoms, and had even asked his mom what she’d gone through when she was pregnant with the twins. He’d thought that since she had twins and he wasn’t, it should theoretically mean he’d have lighter symptoms than her, right?

Wrong. Morning sickness wasn’t even of the symptoms she’d had when she was pregnant. Neither was the repulsion to food Osamu was currently suffering through. Honestly, this felt like one big joke to the pregnant omega; like the gods were playing a prank on him for being a glutton.

Sakusa saddled up to his upset mate, sitting down softly next to him, “Baby, I’m sorry that you’re so upset. I know you’re hungry. Is there something I can make for you? Get for you?”

Osamu sniffled, feeling betrayed by his own body, “Of course ‘m fuckin’ hungry. I can’t eat a meal anymore without vomiting out half of it. My throat hurts and my stomach hurts and I have a fuckin’ bowling ball attached to me right now. All I want is to eat a good meal, and I can’t even do that!” he bawled, feeling frustrated tears pinch the corners of his eyes. And that pissed him off even more; why the fuck did he cry so much now?

His husband immediately tried to console him, “I’m sorry, my love. What can I get you? What sounds good right now?”

“Nothing!” Osamu groaned, pressing his palms to his eyes, “Nothing sounds good! Everything sounds like shit, and even if I did crave something, I’d throw up right after! I fucking hate this!”

“I know, baby, I know,” Sakusa cooed at him, lips twisted into a frown.

Osamu groaned again, sniffling before sighing. He kept his face in his palms as he spoke, “Can ya just leave me alone? ‘M tired, I wanna sleep,” he said, exhaustion pouring over him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to choke anything down right now, so the best plan of action for him was to just sleep off his frustration.

Unfortunately, Sakusa was just as stubborn as he was stupid, “Are you sure, dove? I could order you something light. Maybe some soup, or if you want I could –“

“No. Jus’ leave me alone, Kiyoomi,” Osamu said with finality, laying down on the couch and curling up. He could hear his husband sigh, before getting up. He thought he was alone, before he felt a blanket be placed on his shoulders and a kiss was pressed to his temple.

“Sleep well, dove,” Sakusa whispered, right before Osamu dozed off.

After Sakusa was sure that Osamu was asleep, he sighed and began to clean up their kitchen. This morning had been going well. Osamu had woken up in a good mood, which was becoming few and far between these days. He’d began cooking them breakfast, and even accepted Sakusa’s affections with a smile. It was when they’d sat down that Sakusa noticed the twitch in Osamu’s nose, and the way his lips curled. He instantly knew that Osamu didn’t want to eat the breakfast he’d just made, the scent probably disgusting him suddenly. Sakusa should’ve said something right away, but he also knew that Osamu got incredibly upset it he pointed it out before his mate was ready to admit it.

So, despite himself, Sakusa bit his tongue and dug into the delicious breakfast his husband had made, all while Osamu glared at his bowl of rice. It was a few moments later when Osamu had concluded that he was at least going to try and eat, that he shoveled a few bites into his mouth. He watched as his omega winced as he chewed, making his alpha try to purr to soothe him. The irritated look Osamu shot him instantly made him quiet down.

It only took a few minutes for Osamu to shoot up from his seat and run to the bathroom, Sakusa quickly following. When he got inside, Sakusa’s heart broke; seeing Osamu vomit over and over again pained him, knowing that his mate was so uncomfortable.

Sakusa sighed again, clearing away the half-eaten meals and washing the dishes. Since Osamu had gotten pregnant, it’d been like this. The poor omega could barely eat, repulsed by smells and textures. And even if that wasn’t an issue, Osamu still threw up his meals most of the time, his nausea intense. They’d tried different home remedies and medications recommended to them, but it was all for naught. Osamu was about four months pregnant, and he was still barely able to hold anything down.

It’d come to the point that their doctor was concerned, sighting that Osamu was a bit underweight for where he should be this far into the pregnancy. She’d given him a list of foods he should eat, as well as some medication to help with his nausea (it didn’t). When they’d gotten home that day, Osamu had all but sobbed into Sakusa’s arms, feeling like a failure. It made the alpha feel helpless.

Sakusa sighed again, pressing his palms to his face. He felt so bad for his mate, knowing how rough it was on Osamu, who loved to eat. It felt like a cruel joke that now that he was pregnant, he couldn’t even enjoy a single meal in peace.

When his phone started to ring, Sakusa was quick to rush to it and pick up in order not to wake his mate. He severely regretted not looking at the caller ID when he heard the shrill voice of his husband’s twin in the line.

“Omi-kun! How are ya?” Atsumu said, voice too chipper for Sakusa’s liking.

He deadpanned, “Great. What is it?”

He could hear Atsumu laugh at that, the bastard, before replying, “I was jus’ wonderin’ where Samu is. We were supposed ta hang out today, but I haven’t heard from him. Usually I’d just bust in, but I know he’s been prissy lately, and I’d like to keep my head,” he explained, before squawking.

Before Sakusa could ask, another voice came on the line, “I apologize fer his behavior, Kiyoomi-kun. He’s actually just worried about his brother, but doesn’t know how to tell ya that,” Kita said, ignoring Atsumu’s complains in the background, “We wanted to ask if it was okay for us to come over. I have some of my harvest with me, and I’d love to cook lunch fer Osamu.”

“That’s very kind of you, Kita-san,” Sakusa said, before looking over at Osamu, who was sleeping peacefully for once. The softness of his face made Sakusa smile, glad to see his husband resting, “Osamu is asleep right now. We’ve had a bit of a rough morning, so I’m not sure how’d he’d feel about that,” he explained, feeling a bit guilty about rejecting his offer. Kita was just trying to be kind after all, but Sakusa knew food was a sore spot for Osamu, especially right now.

“Is he still having issues eating?” Kita asked.

Sakusa sighed softly, “Yes. He vomited again this morning. I think the texture of the rice set him off, as well as the fish.” Telling his brother in law about Osamu’s food troubles was not ideal, but at this point, Sakusa needed someone to talk to about this.

There was a moment, before he heard Atsumu’s obnoxious voice on the line again, “Is it the type of rice? Yer not usin’ Shin’s rice at home?”

“We are. It’s not making a difference, unfortunately.”

“And the fish?”

“We’ve tried multiple types, and cooked it a multitude of ways. Osamu still vomits every time.”

“So didja make a list then?”

“A list?”

“Yeah,” Atsumu said, like it was common sense, “A list of stuff Samu can and can’t eat. Why don’t ya make a list and then figure out what’s okay fer him. Maybe there are some foods he can eat, but ya don’t know cause yer repeatin’ the same stuff or pairin’ what he can eat with things he can’t,” he explained with a hum.

And. Well. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Maybe Sakusa was stupider than he thought, “Oh. Yes. I – I should do that.”

He heard Atsumu snort, before Kita’s voice filtered through again, “It’s fine, Kiyoomi-kun, yer overwhelmed I’m sure. It’s not just hard on Osamu, but you too. Not bein’ able to help him and watching him be sick and not eat is stressful,” he said sympathetically. Sakusa was at least grateful for that. Thank god Atsumu had a sensible partner.

“It hasn’t been easy,” Sakusa admitted softly, “But it’s harder on Osamu than it is on anyone else. He’s so miserable these days, it hurts to see him like that. He loves eating so much, but now he can’t get through a single meal without throwing up. I feel useless,” he confessed, the guilt eating at him. There was nothing more that the alpha wanted to do than to help his mate; seeing Osamu like this was more painful than anything else in Sakusa’s life. He couldn’t help but desperately wait for their pup to be born, if only to relieve Osamu of his pregnancy symptoms.

Atsumu hummed on the line, before, “I’m comin’ over. I’ll take care of the scrub. You start makin’ the list, Omi-Omi,” he said plainly, before promptly hanging up.

For a minute, Sakusa just stared at his phone, perplexed, before sighing. It would be a cold day in hell before Atsumu ever listened to Sakusa, so he resigned himself to his brother-in-laws coming over, trying to clean up as quietly as he could while he waited.

It was around thirty minutes later that Osamu started to stir, letting out a pitiful whimper. Sakusa was quick to drop what he was doing, rushing over to his mate’s side instead. He sat next to the omega, cradling his cheek with one hand and holding his other.

“Hi, baby,” Sakusa said softly, trying to gauge Osamu’s emotional state.

Osamu sniffed, blinking slowly, “Hi. What time is it?”

Sakusa turned to look at the clock, “It’s almost noon. How are you feeling?” he asked, eyes diverting to Osamu’s tummy for a moment.

“I…I feel okay right now,” he said, before sniffling. The sudden onslaught of tears made Sakusa startle a bit, “’M sorry about earlier, Kiyo. I – I just feel so useless right now, like my body’s betrayin’ me,” Osamu whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks. It made Sakusa’s heart squeeze painfully.

“Osamu, it’s okay. You haven’t done anything wrong. You have nothing to apologize for, baby,” he said, keeping his voice nice and soft. Sakusa gently wiped Osamu’s tears with his thumb, pressing a soft kiss to the wet skin.

Osamu shook his head, “No, ‘m being mean. I keep yellin’ at ya, and it’s not yer fault. It’s not right,” he said, lower lip trembling as he cried.

“You’re pregnant, baby. You’re carrying my child, growing them inside of you. You have every right to be upset, even if I haven’t done anything. You’re having a hard time, I understand, dove. Don’t cry, it’s okay,” Sakusa cooed, pulling Osamu to sit up and into his arms. His poor mate was already upset about his pregnancy symptoms, and yet was apologizing to him about his attitude? He truly had a perfect mate, his precious omega. Sakusa could feel his alpha purring, trying to soothe his husband as best as he could.

Osamu cried for a few more minutes, before an incessant banging noise interrupted the moment. Osamu pulled away, confused, before looking at Sakusa, “Kiyo, is someone here?”

Sakusa sighed, wondering how his mate would take this, “Yes. Your brother –“

Before Sakusa could finish his sentence, their front door suddenly swung open, revealing the two alphas. Atsumu stood there with a dumb, proud smile, while Kita had the decency to look a little embarrassed by their entrance.

“Samu! I’m here! Sorry about the bangin’, I forgot I had a key,” he said dismissively, before taking off his shoes and putting a bunch of grocery bags on the counter. Sakusa’s eye twitched slightly at Atsumu’s casualness about intruding their space. He knew that marrying a twin, specifically Osamu, meant that he got Atsumu whether he liked it or not. Right now, he was heavily leaning towards not.

“What the fuck’re you doing here,” Osamu grumbled, lips downturned. Uh oh. Maybe Sakusa should’ve rejected them better.

It was Kita who spoke next, “Sorry about the intrusion, Osamu. I know you must be tired. We wanted to come and take care of a few things for you, and help in any way we can,” he said kindly, smiling softly at the omega. Sakusa could feel Osamu relax slightly in his arms; Kita just seemed to have that effect on people.

“Take care of what?” Osamu asked as Atsumu made his way over to his twin.

Unceremoniously, Atsumu plopped onto the couch on Osamu’s other side, and attempted to pull his brother into his arms. Subconsciously, Sakusa growled a bit, protective instinct kicking in as another alpha tried to take his pregnant mate away. His response made Atsumu snort.

“Calm down, Omi-kun, it’s me. I was here first, ya know. Samu’s been my brother longer than he’s been yer mate,” Atsumu taunted, making Sakusa want to growl again. Thankfully, Kita had made his way over, and pushed Atsumu’s head gently.

While the setter whined, Kita scolded him, “Don’t provoke him, Atsumu. Osamu’s your brother, but he’s Kiyoomi-kun’s husband, and he’s pregnant. You know that he’ll be protective of Osamu,” he said, even as he brushed down Atsumu’s hair where he’d pushed.

Atsumu grumbled, “Sorry. Gimme Osamu, would ya Omi? Go in the kitchen and unpack everythin’ with Shin,” he said, making Sakusa roll his eyes. Atsumu was always shit at apologizing.

“What am I, chopped liver? Stop talkin’ about me like ‘m not here,” Osamu scowled, even as he let Atsumu tug him into his arms.

“Yes, yes. Don’t get all pissy, Samu.”

“What the hell d’ya want, Tsumu? Why’re ya here?”

“Well first of all, we were supposed to hang out today, so stop actin’ like ‘m intruding, you’ll hurt my feelings. Second, I’m here ta help ya. Yer in a bad mood and ‘m gonna fix it.”

“You? Yer the source of my bad mood most of the time, dipshit.”

“And who said being a parent would soften ya? Yer still the same bastard you’ve always been,” Atsumu teased, making Osamu pinch his arm, “Ow! Fuck, yer so annoying. Just lay back, okay? Shin’s gonna cook ya something while Omi-Omi helps, and the two of us are gonna lay here and getcha to relax a little. So stop squirmin’ and start yapping. Tell me how everything’s going with ya,” the blonde huffed, laying back more so that Osamu could get comfortable next to him.

Begrudgingly, Osamu laid back as well, resting his head on Atsumu’s shoulder and curling into his side. Normally, the twins wouldn’t be caught dead cuddling like this; they hadn’t done so since they were in high school, newly presented sub-genders making everything overwhelming for them. Their scents naturally complemented each other, helping them relax when they’d first presented as alpha and omega, respectively. Even back then, the twins had been a little embarrassed to huddle together like this, even if it was comforting.

Now though, Atsumu shoved aside his pride, knowing that his scent would calm his twin down. It was how it’d always been; when Osamu needed him, Atsumu was right there, ready to catch him. If it helped his brother relax even a little, then that was enough for him.

While the twins got cozy on the couch, their chatter turning soft and slow, Sakusa went to the kitchen with Kita. He was glad that, at least, Atsumu could provide some comfort to Osamu in his time of need, the scents of lavender and cedarwood filled the space. Right now, it felt like he was failing in that department and it was pretty devastating.

“Please don’t beat yerself up over that. Atsumu and Osamu’s relationship is something different entirely,” Kita said gently, startling Sakusa. How did he know?

The farmer smiled at Sakusa’s shocked expression, “Your face gives ya away, Kiyoomi-kun. Yer frustrated that Atsumu can comfort Osamu and you haven’t been able to, right?” he asked, chuckling when Sakusa nodded, “Don’t be so hard on yerself. The twins have been like this for forever. They were literally born together. There’s a connection there that’s different to any other one they could form on the planet.”

“I understand, but it’s still hard. To not be able to do anything for Osamu,” Sakusa confessed softly.

Kita hummed, slowly unpacking the groceries as he spoke, “When Atsumu gets in his head about volleyball, I’m usually able to help him. I know what he’s like in that area, so I can usually get ‘im out of his moods. But, there are times that he gets so into his own head, convincing himself of preposterous things, that I can’t reach him. And when that happens is when Osamu steps in. There are some things about Atsumu that only Osamu can understand. It was hard for me at first to accept that too. He’s my husband, you know? I love ‘im more than anything, and there are times that I can’t do a thing for him,” Kita confessed slowly, smiling at the counter as he told the story to Sakusa.

“But, eventually, I had to accept that there’s someone who knows Atsumu more than me, and that will always know him more than I do. And ya know, Kiyoomi-kun? It’s not a bad thing. Osamu gives Atsumu a sense of self he can’t get from me. And it goes both ways. There’s a piece of comfort that Osamu gets from Atsumu that he can’t get from anyone else, even you. And it can be hard to accept, I know. At the beginning of our relationship, I worried about it a lot. But slowly, it becomes a comfort ta us as well that the twins have each other, and that even if we can’t understand ‘em all the time, they’ll always understand each other,” Kita said softly, looking up and smiling at an awestruck Sakusa. It reminded him so much of when he and Atsumu had gotten together, and his grandmother gave him the advice he could give to Sakusa now.

Sakusa turned back to the living room to look at his husband, who was tucked into Atsumu’s side, murmuring softly. He could see the comfort Osamu was getting from here, the omega sleepy and pliant next to his twin. He could also see the way Atsumu completely softened next to Osamu; his loud, booming voice replaced by quiet whispering, one of his hands carding through Osamu’s brown hair. The sight made Sakusa smile, peace filling him as well.

He turned back to Kita then, who was already looking at him with a pleasant smile, “You’re right, Kita-san. Thank you. I appreciate you looking out for Osamu as well,” Sakusa said softly as he began to wash the produce Kita had brought from his farm.

Kita smiled back, “Of course. I want to look out for you as well, Kiyoomi-kun,” he said, as he began to prep the lunch he had in mind for his pregnant friend.

An hour later, Kita had finished preparing lunch for the four of them, gently calling the twins to eat. Sakusa watched as they slowly disentangled themselves from each other, Atsumu holding out a hand to help Osamu up and steady him. He could begrudgingly admit that it was sweet.

“Osamu, please sit. I prepared some things that I hope you’ll be able to stomach easily, but please let me know if ya start to feel nauseous again,” Kita explained, placing the different dishes on the table. Sakusa was impressed by how much he’d cooked in an hour, even though he’d been by his side throughout the entire process. Leave it to Kita.

Osamu hummed as he looked at all the food, mouth watering a bit. There were lots of in-season vegetables, as well as a tofu and seafood dish. It all looked amazing, but Osamu felt himself hesitating. What if he couldn’t eat it? What if he threw up after Kita went out of his way to cook him this meal? Osamu couldn’t throw up again today, he couldn’t handle it –

“Samu,” Atsumu called out, nudging his twin with his shoulder, “It’s okay. Just take it slowly, yeah? No one’s gonna be mad if ya can’t eat it,” he reassured his brother, who bit his lip, nodding.

Right. Kita would never get mad at him over that. His husband either. Atsumu would usually, but not while he was pregnant. It was going to be fine.

Slowly, Osamu started to load his plate with food, taking a bit of everything. When he looked around for his rice, however, he found that there was none. He made a noise of confusion at that, which made Sakusa speak up.

“Here, baby. Eat this with your food,” he said, handing Osamu a bowl of noodles. Osamu looked at him, perplexed, before his husband continued, “While you were asleep, I started making a list of things you have trouble eating now. And dove…rice is at the top of the list. It makes you nauseous, doesn’t it?” he asked, putting his hand on top of Osamu’s. He could feel Osamu tense up at his words, but hoped his mate would see that he was just trying to help him, not hurt him.

Osamu bit his lip, “Y – Yeah, it does. But – but I still wanna eat it,” he mumbled, looking down at the bowl of noodles in his hand. He did like noodles, but they didn’t go with everything like rice did!

“I know, dove, but you’ll vomit again. That’s the last thing you want, I know. Can you try to eat without rice right now? If you really don’t like it, we’ll think of something else, I promise you,” Sakusa swore, hoping he could convince the omega to at least try.

He heard Osamu sigh, before nodding, picking up some of the vegetables and tofu and mixing it with his noodles. Sakusa held his breath as Osamu took his first bite, and was sure that Kita and Atsumu were doing the same. When he watched Osamu swallow and smile, Sakusa couldn’t help but the relief and pride that washed over him.

“That – that was okay,” Osamu said, voice hopeful. God, he was so cute, Sakusa wanted to kiss him right on the spot.

“I’m glad, Osamu. Kiyoomi-kun showed me the list he’d made, and I figured that most meats were difficult for you to digest. I thought that tofu and seafood might be better for you to consume while you’re pregnant, at least for now,” Kita said kindly, glad he’d taken the time to make homemade tofu last week. He made a note to himself, reminding him to make more and send it with Atsumu back to Osaka next time.

Osamu smiled at his brother-in-law, “Thank you, Kita-san. It’s delicious.”

That had Atsumu puffing up with pride, “Course it is! All of Shin’s food is delicious!” he said, before turning to Sakusa, “By the way, can I see that list? Maybe we can all think of more things that Samu can and can’t eat,” he said, taking a huge bite of food in the meantime.

Sakusa scrunched his nose, disgusted, before pulling out his phone and flipping to the notes app. He passed it to Atsumu, who started reading the list aloud, Osamu pressing against him to look as well, “Woah, this is a long list. Ya can’t eat most fish, Samu?”

“No, the texture grosses me out. I can eat a few though, if it’s boiled,” Osamu said, shoving Atsumu when he gagged at the idea of boiled fish, “I guess I kinda thought all seafood was outta the question, but lookin’ at it now, I can eat shrimp and crab pretty fine,” he said, looking at the bowl of seafood in front of him.

Atsumu hummed at that, “So rice is out of the question, and all meat. Do any vegetables make ya hurl?”

Osamu thought about it for a moment, “If they’re cooked in any oil they do. Eggplant no matter what makes me throw up, as well as tomatoes, unless they’re blended up in a sauce. I think the mushiness makes me queasy.” Atsumu nodded at that, going down the list with his twin and making any notes needed along the way.

It was like this that lunch passed with no incident, much to the joy of Sakusa and Osamu. It was the first meal in a while that they’d been able to enjoy together all the way through, with no bouts of nausea from Osamu.

When they finished, Sakusa began clearing the table, while Atsumu shooed his twin out of the kitchen, “Why don’t ya sit on the couch with Shin and think up some meals you can eat with that list Omi made fer you? I’ll help ‘im clean up,” Atsumu said, gently pushing Osamu.

Osamu huffed, “I can do dishes, Tsumu. I ain’t incapacitated, ‘m just pregnant!”

“I know, stupid,” Atsumu said, rolling his eyes, “Just go and make the damn list, ‘kay?”

“I’ve already thought of some ideas,” Kita added, taking Osamu’s arm and leading him to the couch. Sakusa wanted to laugh, the sight of Osamu being persuaded by his twin and high school captain quite amusing, but decided to keep it in for his own sake. He didn’t want to taint Osamu’s good mood after all.

As the two volleyball players cleaned the kitchen, Sakusa was overcome with a sense of relief that his brother-in-laws had come over. While he’d been against it originally, he could see how just having these two around was helping Osamu out. And while they might’ve made him feel inadequate a few hours ago, now he felt more than grateful for their help.

Sakusa was about to voice said gratitude when Atsumu opened his big, fat mouth, “So, Omi-kun,” he said semi-seriously, making Sakusa pause. What was this idiot about to say?

“Stop looking at me like that, ya big, fat jerk,” Atsumu huffed while Sakusa tried to school his expression. Damn, ever since dating Osamu, Sakusa was shit at hiding his feelings, “I just wanted to say thanks, okay?”

Now that gave Sakusa pause. When was the last time Atsumu had ever thanked him for something? It was probably their last championships game when he had saved Atsumu’s flubbed bump, and even then, it was a rushed thing.

Again, Atsumu seemed to know what he was thinking, “Look, ya bastard, I know you’ve been freakin’ out about everything with Samu, and that he hasn’t exactly been the easiest person to deal with. I just wanted ta say…thanks. Fer dealin’ with him kindly. He was tellin’ me that he’s been pretty snappy with ya. And that you don’t get upset with him. So. Thanks,” he grumbled, refusing to look up from where he was scrubbing the pot Kita cooked with.

Trying to keep it casual, Sakusa responded coolly, “What kind of alpha and mate would I be if I was harsh with him while he’s pregnant with our child?”

“Well, there are some real bastards out there, ya know,” Atsumu said, rinsing out another dish, “Not everyone is as patient with their spouse, pregnant or not. So, just – thanks. Fer takin’ care of him,” he said softly, trying to not let his voice carry to the next room. Sakusa stopped for a moment, looking at Atsumu who was flushed red, seemingly embarrassed by his own words.

And despite himself, Sakusa smiled. These twins were so sappy when it came to each other, “You don’t have to thank me. I’d take care of Osamu through anything, no matter how mad he was at me. I’ll keep doing it for the rest of our lives together, with our pup now too,” he reassured the setter, who smiled as well. Even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud, Atsumu knew that his twin had found a good mate, and a good father to their pup.

It was a little while later that the alpha couple left, much to Osamu’s reluctance. He was enjoying spending time with them, and it was the first time in a while that’d he’d had such a good day.

“I’ll come visit ya soon, scrub. Don’t look so down,” Atsumu teased, before pulling Osamu into a hug. Despite himself, Osamu melted into his brother’s shoulder, taking in his scent.

“Ya better, jackass,” he mumbled, laughing when Atsumu scented him.

Kita smiled at the sight, after pulling Osamu into a brief hug as well, “I’ll send up some more things for you next time, Osamu. I’m glad to see you doing better,” he said kindly. Osamu lit up at the promise, making Atsumu laugh as well.

“Bye, my little ace,” Atsumu cooed at Osamu’s belly.

“Ace?” Sakusa said, confused.

Atsumu shrugged, “Well, ya haven’t told us the gender or a name or anything, so I’ve been calling ‘em a little ace,” he explained, making Sakusa scoff.

“You’ll know next month. See you at practice next week,” Sakusa said plainly, making Atsumu cackle, “Thank you for coming over, you two. You’re welcome again any time,” he said a bit more sincerely, making Kita smile and Atsumu giggle more.

Kita nodded, “We’ll be sure to stop by again,” he said, waving as he entangled his other hand with Atsumu’s. The scent of cedarwood and cypress mixed together in the genkan as they said their goodbyes again.

The setter blew a kiss at his brother, “See ya soon, Samu! Don’t bite Omi-Omi’s head off, ya hear? We need ‘im for practice!” And with that, the two were out the door, Sakusa chuckling while Osamu scoffed at his twin’s antics.

As the couple settled into bed that night, having eaten the leftovers from lunch, Sakusa felt Osamu shift closer to him. Welcoming his mate’s clinginess, Sakusa wrapped an arm around him, letting Osamu lay on his shoulder. When that wasn’t enough, the alpha pulled his mate on top of him, letting Osamu rest his entire body on his own, earning some giggles.

“Ain’t I crushin’ you, Kiyo?” Osamu said, shoulders shaking with laughter. Sakusa adored the sound, smiling fondly.

“Course not, dove. I’m very strong, you know,” he replied, pulling Osamu to rest his head in the crook of his neck. He could feel Osamu huff, wiggling to get more comfortable, before settling there.

There were a few moments of peace, before Osamu quietly spoke, “Kiyo?”

When Sakusa hummed in response, his husband continued, “Thank ya. Fer today. This was the best I’ve felt in a while,” he said softly, as to not disturb the peace around them.

Sakusa pressed a kiss to the crown of Osamu’s head sweetly, “Of course, baby. I’m glad that you felt better today. Atsumu and Kita-san really helped, huh?”

“They did,” Osamu conceded, before lifting himself up to look at his husband in the eyes, “But you did too. Ya’ve been takin’ such good care of me and our pup. Makin’ sure ‘m healthy and happy. Yer doin’ so much, and ‘m very grateful. Yer a great alpha, and a perfect husband,” he whispered, looking at Sakusa with so much affection in his eyes, Sakusa couldn’t help but kiss him.

Osamu hummed into the kiss, pleased, before Sakusa broke it to let him breathe, “You’re the perfect one here. You’re doing all the work, carrying our pup, and yet you still manage to be so sweet with me. You’re going to be a great father, dovey,” Sakusa said caressing his husband’s face as he pressed a kiss under his eye, then on his nose, then on his lips. Osamu giggled again at his ministrations, feeling so loved.

“I love ya so much, Kiyo,” Osamu said, kissing his alpha again before pressing his face into Sakusa’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you too, baby. So, so much,” Sakusa replied, endeared. As he rubbed Osamu’s back, he thought about their pup, growing inside his mate. He hoped their baby could feel their love too, radiating around them like a warm blanket.

He was sure that the kick he felt through Osamu was a sign that that was true.