Awwww thank you. Pregnancy stories are my favorite because ANGST.
“You sick?” Ayato sticks his head in their bathroom door. Fuck privacy, his s/o is vomiting for the second time this week.
“No,” they say, wiping their mouth.
“I smell puke, [Name].” He makes a face.
“I said I’m fine!”
Ayato is hurt, though he won’t show it. “Fine then. Have it your way. But, as an executive, I better not see you on a mission today.”
He stalks away, and almost misses their weak reply, “I’m pregnant.”
Ayato freezes, his hand on the doorknob. “What?”
“I said I am pregnant.” His S/O slumps to the tiled floor. Fat tears roll down their cheeks.
“Are – are you sure?” Ayato begins to shake.
They nod.
“I – I can’t – I won’t be Arata! I can’t do that to a kid!” he shrieks. “[Name], I’m begging you: get rid of it.”
His s/o looks shocked.
Isn’t she relieved? He doesn’t want her to bear this burden.
“I don’t know if I want to! I … I actually might want it,” they plead. “And anyhow, don’t tell me what to do.”
Ayato turns red. “I wasn’t.”
“Ayato, you just told me to get rid of it.”
“I don’t want to be a dad. I’ll be awful. You’ll be in danger.” Ayato runs a hand through his hair. “If – if someone finds out an Aogiri executive has a family – ”
“Touka’s gonna kill you, and that’s what you’re afraid of,” his S/O shoots back.
Ayato cowers. He knows they’re right. “I’m sorry.”
“Damn right you are,” they say with a slight smile. He smiles back.
“Will you leave me if I keep it?”
Ayato gasps. “No! No, [Name], never.” He crosses the room to wrap his arms around them. “I’ll never leave you. I’m just scared, that’s all.”
They embrace him back. “Me too.”
He holds them – and his blossoming child – in his arms. And for a moment, he thinks maybe he can do this after all.
Mercy and Magic 