Currently on a writing hiatus.

Thank you for all of your support so far!

I'll post whenever I can, but I can't make promises.

With that, let's continue on with the fic. GinTsuku this time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. It belongs to Sorachi Hideaki.

Everyday Diary

Labor

Prompt: "Holy crap, you're going into labor?!"

Just like every first-time father, Sakata Gintoki was a nervous wreck.

Especially if it involved babies.

Especially if it involved his babies.

Especially if it involved his wife and partner, Tsukuyo, who was grunting in pain as she carried their children (plural) inside her, and then…

… Well, honestly, he would prefer going through another Joui War than see her in labor.

As much as he dreaded going inside the room, he had to, not because he had to, but because he wanted to… even if he was deadly afraid of it, aside from the dental visits.

"Gintoki… i-it's time…"

All of a suddenly, he straightened up from the couch, the old issue of the Weekly JUMP falling from his hands. "Holy crap, you're going into labor?!" he yelled out loud, panic evident in both his face and in his tone.

Just before she could answer him, she looked down, and to his horror, he found the yukata she was wearing suddenly getting stained with some… fluid. Even if he didn't read those maternity books that she had been reading lately to prepare herself for motherhood, he knew something was wrong.

He tried to calm down, he did.

But no.

It was simply impossible to calm down.

His children couldn't wait to get out but…

… not this soon!

"We're leaving!" immediately, he grabbed her and swept her into his arms. Making sure that she was rather comfortable on his arms as he placed his arms firmly on the back of her knees and on her upper back, he made a run for it.

To a hospital.

Which was pretty near to the Yorozuya office, some fifteen minute walk if one's pace was slow, ten if the pacing was brisk.

For Gintoki, who was carrying his very pregnant wife, rushing to the hospital had surprisingly, become a breeze, thanks to all of the adrenaline rushing into him.

"Are you nuts?!" she yelled at him as he made a run through Kabuki-cho's straightforward path and into the city. Because the pedestrian light was still red, he, like many others, were waiting for the cars to stop before crossing.

"Shhh." he scolded her. "I'm getting you there as fast as I can."

"B-but this is…!" she had actually wanted to tell him that she would rather prefer going there by taxi if it meant paying more, but he just ran out of the office, with her in his arms.

She wasn't exactly light, as she was carrying their twins but…!

"Shhh." he repeated, glaring at her. "Preserve your strength." ignoring the looks of everyone around them, he ran across the pedestrian crossing and ran faster towards the direction of the hospital's emergency room.

He winced as she squeezed his hand, nearly breaking it in half, if only she had put more pressure into it. She was trying not to scream, as told to her by the doctors and the nurses, and despite asking for painkillers, she was given none, because it would weaken he bond between her and the children (he did want to argue that their logic was stupid, but was too pained right now to do so), and so she dealt with this as much stoicism as she could.

The mask, however, was slipping, and he knew that she did want to scream out loud.

"Oi, you can scream, you know."

Despite the tired look in her eyes, she still looked at him. "W-what…?"

"You heard me. Feel free to scream. Ignore them." he said, referring to the others inside the room.

And with that, she started screaming her lungs out from the pain, startling everyone except him.

He sighed in relief.

At least her screaming brought some some sense of normalcy.

Hours later, a girl and a boy were born to both Sakata Gintoki and Sakata Tsukuyo.

When Tsukuyo came to, she found Gintoki fast asleep on the bench inside the room, which she assumed had been the one they had arranged for. On her left were two cribs, each crib containing one bundle wrapped in a blue blanket, while the other was colored pink.

At this, she smiled.

Who knew that their made-up story about Dia and Block would come true…?

But somehow, she had an inkling that this would happen.

It just did.

Notes:

-the whole "no epidural" thing is true, as there are a lot of Japanese doctors and nurses who do believe that a woman needs to feel the pain in giving birth to feel alive + strengthen the bond between her and the child. Painkillers/epidural are available, but only in certain hospitals.

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