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Fiancé!kuna, who was, admittedly, a little caught off guard when the news was first revealed to him.
“You’re serious?” He’d asked, finally looking up at you after staring at the pregnancy test like he was holding a grenade with the pin pulled. When you nodded, confirming his disbelief, he slowly placed the test down like it would blow up, dragging his hands down r the sides of his face.
He’d bragged about it to almost everyone and anyone he came across, showing you off like he would a new piercing. Except you were worth more than that. Way more. Especially to him.
Fiancé!kuna, who will at first groan and tell you to go back to sleep when you wake him up, craving something equally horrendous as the last time, but will eventually get up, groggily rubbing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and dragging himself out the door after grabbing his keys.
He’ll return quick, setting his keys down while holding whatever concoction you’d asked for this time. Usually, he’d grumble about how many stores he had to check considering how late it was. But sometimes, he just goes back to sleep, either too tired to complain, or just feeling merciful enough to not guilt-trip you.
Fiancé!kuna, who is startled awake at the sight of his very much pregnant fiancee, you, standing at the foot of the bed, blank-faced, cradling a slice of watermelon in your hands.
“Did you know that giving birth feels like breaking twenty bones all at once?” You asked, taking a slow bite of the watermelon while holding intense eye contact. “This is your fault. I’m pregnant because of you. You will pay for this. For your sins.”
Meanwhile, Sukuna sits there, brow furrowed in confusion and mild fear at that sudden statement, sweat rolling down his temple. This had to be the influence of that recent obsession movie you’d watched…
Fiance!kuna, who just HAD to point out every time you walked a little differently, especially in the late-second to third trimester.
”You’re waddling.”
”I am not.”
”Are too.”
”Am NOT.”
”I have proof, look.” He said, dangling his phone in front of you. Your face fell.
”You took a VIDEO??”
”It’s good blackmail.” He shrugged, casually leaning away when you frantically tried to reach for it.
”DELETE IT.” You demanded, trying to shake him by the shoulders.
”Ehh… I don’t think I will.” He taunted, poking your sides, making you squeal.