“Ugh, I am so sorry, Takeomi!” Yoriko snatches the buttery croissant her husband is enjoying from his hands to throw it in the garbage.
“Yoriko?” He blinks.
“It tastes awful. I’m so sorry. I’ll go make better ones.” Yoriko scowls. Tears prick her eyes. “I’ve never made a mistake like this before. All my customers are gonna leave!”
“Yoriko, sweetheart, it’s okay,” gasps Takeomi, taking her in his arms as she begins to cry.
“Well, I’m out.” Urie stands up quickly.
“Just a second. Did you like your croissant?” Touka blocks the door and glares at him.
“Well, yeah.” Urie sighs. Comfort, eh? “Mine was good, Yoriko.”
“Really?” She brightens.
“I liked mine!” Saiko pipes up.
Yoriko frowns. “What’s wrong with me lately?”
“Do you think you should see a doctor?” Takeomi asks, suddenly nervous. “I’m sure you’re fine, Yoriko.”
Touka and Mutsuki exchange glances.
“I don’t know!” She tears up again.
Kaneki notices his wife and the Quinx smirking at each other. And then at Touka’s large stomach. Oh – oh!
Urie sees Kaneki’s excitement, and briskly waves his hand to shut his former boss, now friend, up. He sidles up to Takeomi and wraps an arm around his former rival. “So…been adventurous lately, eh?”
“Huh?” Takeomi blinks at Urie.
Urie can’t hide his smirk.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Takeomi is mildly frightened.
“Looks like Yoriko’s already baking more buns for you,” Urie tries again.
“The oven’s cold…that’s why I was so upset,” says Yoriko, wiping her eyes. “It’ll take longer.”
Now Urie turns to Kaneki with a whimper.
“Yoriko…I think…” Kaneki stammers.
“You’re pregnant,” Touka finishes. “Probably.”
Takeomi falls to the floor.
“Catch him!” Yoriko cries.
“Oops, sorry.” Urie bends over to shake his dazed friend. “I think he’s okay.”
“Urie…” Takeomi clutches him. “You have to be the godfather!”