"Well, aren't you going to say anything? Are you happy or disappointed? Ha…have you wanted a child or n…not?" Her voice broke. Jin's eyes snapped back to Fuu's, which brimmed with tears. Surprise returned to his face at this sudden outburst of emotion. The young woman threw her dango kebab toward the plate and missed, causing the entire plate to clatter to the floor. Jin's eyes never left Fuu's face. She now sobbed uncontrollably. Her fists balled up and flew at him. Instead of easily dodging, Jin sat and took a few empassioned blows before catching her wrists.
"Aren't you going to say anything? Say something, Jin… Say something… I… hate… you!" She blurted throughout her attack, breaking up again into body-wracking sobs as her fists were stilled.
"Fuu… I love you," her husband replied, folding her forearms into his chest as he reached his own around her back, embracing her tightly. He held one of his hands by the wrist, locking her in. Fuu's small body continued to shake with her crying as he continued.
"I'm very pleased to have a child, and even more so that you will be this child's mother." Unlocking his hands, Jin moved one up slowly so as not to startle Fuu. Tucking his thumb under the trim of her kimono, he pulled it over to reveal more of her pale shoulder. Jin pressed his lips chastely at the base of her neck, then kissed that place again, this time a bit deeper. He softly trailed kisses up the side of her throat and kissed her cheek.
"Are you all right?" Jin asked tenderly. Fuu nodded weakly, worn out from the ordeal. She was finally comforted, her sobs growing further and further apart and quickly losing their intensity. Fuu sighed an apology. She was glad he was the type to wait for an answer instead of impetuously taking action. Jin loosened his hold around her as he took full possession of Fuu's lips. They kissed again and again until they were completely breathless. Fuu was the first to pull her face away.
"I'm so happy that you wanted this…because I've wanted this for a very long time," she turned herself around inside the boundary of Jin's arms and wiggled down into his lap. Fuu's head was tucked right underneath his chin now, and she smiled sweetly as she felt the hum of his voice.
"Of course I wanted this. No one can nurture like you do, Fuu. Though, I'll have to work more to support our new addition." Jin looked down at his wife's face, waiting for her probable reaction of disapproval.
"You'll have to work more? What sort of a nurturing wife would I be if I didn't feed my hardworking husband breakfast?" Fuu's eyes were teasing, and Jin knew it. The two peered over the edge of the bed at the heaping mass of defeated dango and kebabs spread out on the floor. The plate had landed face up, pathetically empty.
"Tell you what. If you clean that up, I'll cook some more!" Fuu popped up off the bed and darted into the kitchen. Jin smiled, shaking his head. Fuu would need to move a bit more carefully in her new situation. She was merely too excited at the moment to realize.
