He never had much problems with picking up groceries. That is, until she started asking him for fluffy cotton balls and chocolate syrups and a whole lot of other girly-girl food. Pink. Green. Blue. PURPLE. Just looking at the myriad of colours that his shopping bag contained every time he left the store clutching her list in his hand, he felt sick.
A pregnant woman really is monstrous, to say the least. At the moment, it was Mikan's fifteenth week of pregnancy, and he was ever so glad he wasn't Ruka.
And then she started making him bake.
Damn it.
He retorted by making her solve a couple of Math problems every night, and leaving a few reading materials before he left for work every morning. Because hey, if their kid was going to have a sweet tooth, then he was sure as hell not getting a puny brain. Not on Daddy Natsume's watch.