Sixth Senses

Kyoru pregnancy drabble

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When he arrived home that evening from the dojo, Kyo went about his routine like he always did. First, he finds his wife Tohru busily prepping their dinner. He kisses her forehead, "smells delicious," he hums, taking a nice whiff of whatever aroma wafted from the pot. "How was your day at work?"

She smiles sweetly behind heated gazes, as he tucks a loose strand behind her ear. "Everything went smoothly, we managed to finish early so the boss treated us to coffee."

"That's nice," Kyo returns a smile. "I'm gonna go take a bath before dinner unless you need help in here?"

"No, no," Tohru waves her hands, "I'm almost finished." She stands on tip-toes and gives him a kiss to allay his concerns. "You go freshen up Kyo."

"Alright," he chuckles and heads to the bathroom.

But something was bothering him and had been for a few days now. He couldn't put a finger on it, and despite her acting as she normally would, that churning knot in his stomach just wouldn't go away. His sixth sense when it came to his wife was never wrong. Tohru was definitely hiding something, but what? Maybe it was nothing. His birthday was coming up and for all he knew she was just trying to surprise him. Kyo shucks off his clothes into the hamper. They'd promised each other no more secrets between them. So, whatever it was, if there was something, surely Tohru would tell him.

The moment Kyo rounds the corner out of sight, she braces herself against the counter, letting a hand linger over her mid-section. That husband of hers knew her too well, and it was getting to be a real struggle to hold in her secret. Tohru was certain he was starting to catch on, but this information was hard enough on her as is. What if they weren't ready? The butterflies in her stomach churned, but she stamps the feeling down. Just one more day. His birthday was coming up and it would be the best time to reveal all. She knew it would be quite a shock, but they'll get through it together.

Tohru looks at the clock again, '15:00, Kyo will be home in a couple of hours.' She wipes a bead of sweat from her brow. The cake she'd made for his birthday was almost finished, just the words left to write. That afternoon was hotter than normal and with the combined heat of the oven, it was starting to make her woozy. The lie of morning sickness had tripped her up, leaving her weak and dizzy. Just a little longer, Tohru coaches herself through.

She readies the icing bag, gently piping out the orange letters, 'Happy Birthday Dadd…'

An hour later, Kyo arrived home early after his students kicked him out of the dojo to go celebrate his birthday. He was excited to surprise his wife.

"Tohru!" He rushes over the moment he walks into the kitchen to find her slumped on the floor. "Oh my god, Tohru!" Kyo checks her pulse, is steady, but her skin is flushed and feverish, and the piping bag still clutched in her hand, melting and oozing onto the floor.

Kyo races to the phone and dials for emergency. As he waits, he takes the bag and sets it on the counter where he notices the cake. 'She was making me a cake,' he realizes, without fully paying attention to all of the words.

It doesn't take long for the ambulance to arrive and rush his wife to the hospital. Kyo holds her hand the whole way, praying that she'll be okay. 'Please, that's all I want for my birthday,' he begs the gods.

The doctors check Tohru over and find it to be a case of dehydration and exhaustion. At first Kyo assumes she'd pushed herself too hard at work or the heat of the day simply overwhelmed her. Such reasons wouldn't have surprised him, his wife was apt to going overboard at times. So, when the doctors revealed the truth, the punch to his gut was worse than one from Yuki. It was only in that moment, did the unfinished word on the cake make sense.

"Hey," Kyo squeezes Tohru's hand at the first sight of stirring. It took an hour for the fluids to take affect, but her fever had finally come down.

"Kyo…" her sleepy voice wisps out.

It was such a relief to hear it.

"Kyo, what happened?" She glances around weakly. "How'd I end up in the hospital?"

He smiles lightly, "you silly ditz, you pushed yourself too hard and fainted." There are no under currents of malice behind his words. "Sometimes I think you enjoy giving me heart attacks."

"I'm sorry!" Tears brim at her corners. "I ruined your birthday."

"It's okay," Kyo leans over, touching his forehead to hers. "You didn't ruin it Tohru. In fact, your gift was the best thing you could have ever given me," he chuckles and sits up, "even though it was the doctors who delivered the news."

"What!" Tohru sits up so fast her head spins. "Oof!" She clutches her head to stop the dizzying waves. "They told you?!"

Kyo nods and prompts her to lie back down. "Just rest, mommy," he grins. "Can't have my pregnant wife overworking herself."

"I'm sorry you had to hear it from the doctors Kyo." She averts her eyes, "I was so nervous to tell you… I didn't know how you'd react to being a father."

"Stop apologizing Tohru and are you kidding, I'm thrilled to start a family with you!" He leans over and kisses her deeply. "You just keep giving me life Tohru and I-I can't even begin to thank you for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, Kyo," her eyes crinkle into a smile. "And your love is all the thanks I need."