prompt fulfilled for xpopo (i changed it up a little bit but the og was "Erina revealing that she is pregnant to Souma" and i was in the mood for it esp after the final episode released today!).

also, about my about face and newfound allegiance to Souma instead of Soma - check my tumblr lol

Upon meeting Nakiri Erina, Yukihira Souma had had his fair share of tongue-tied moments. More often than not these were due to her cooking or some wild Nakiri-istic statement she'd dropped on him.

But coming in after a quick lunch service to witness his wife crying and laughing and sitting on the hardwood floor of the kitchen amidst what had to be the entirety of their tissue stock for the rest of the year with a jar of pickles in front of her was a dimension of its own.

A lot of questions ran through his mind in the span of ten seconds, but he settled for, "Whatcha doing, Erina?"

Erina took one look at him and her lips stretched into a devilish grin that looked suspiciously like Alice's a split second before she was about to ask Kurokiba to do something preposterous for her.

"Souma," she sang with a gleeful lilt.

"Are you drunk?"

Erina lifted an eyebrow and said in her typical deadpan, "No, I'm totally fine, Yukihira. Don't make baseless assumptions."

Oh, yes. The tissues suggested otherwise, but she was ok.

"I want you to bring me chocolate."

"I can make you some; I bought cacao a few days ago. Move over a little bit so I can get the fire started?"

Erina promptly started bawling, and Souma started drafting his obituary, because there was no way she'd let him live to see another (tequila) sunrise when she started crying like this. In a last ditch effort to save his soul, he kneeled in front of her, moving the damn pickles out of the way, and hugged his crazy wife.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just want chocolate," she replied, back to normal again. Seriously, this woman's polarity was scary.

"Uh… I can fly out to Momo-senpai's place and be back in two hours?" At this point, Souma was struggling to hold down his panic. This was peak weird shit if he ever did see it, and it was Nakiri Erina they were talking about. Other than her unmatchable cooking, pretty much all she did was weird shit (not that he'd ever say this aloud, because that was digging his own grave).

"No, no," Erina said impatiently, still sitting on the kitchen floor. "I mean from down the block."

"You're talking about the grocery store?"

"Yes, yes. Please?"

Souma gave a nervous grin. It wasn't like Erina's majestic god tongue to desire hoi polloi junk, as she called it. "Sure thing, princess. What kind?"

"M&M's. Peanut." Then she furrowed her eyebrows. "Why the fuck do I want this again? Those sound disgusting. But I want them anyways."

Souma blinked once. Twice. Twice again. "Erina, I'm no expert, but are you pregnant?"

Erina blanched. "The hell? Why would I be?"

"I'll be back," Souma said, and bolted from the condo.

Ten minutes later he burst back into the kitchen, where Erina had continued to impassively eat pickles from the jar. Under normal circumstances, her god tongue would probably have short-circuited by now.

"Hi," Souma wheezed, and dumped the contents of his grocery bag onto the floor in front of her. Among a diverse assortment of select chocolates (read as pretty much the entire store) was a rectangular box.

"Do I need this?" Erina frowned, picking up the test and turning it over in her hands.

"Yes, Erina, you do. I'll be waiting here."

"Not a finger on my M&M's."

"Wouldn't dare, princess."

It was only when Souma gently kissed her between her eyebrows did it finally hit Erina that on top of the culinary empire they were already running overtime to manage, they were going to be… dare she say it…?

They stared at the two little lines that would completely alter the course of their lives.

"This is really happening, isn't it?" Erina asked, a little weakly.

Souma nodded. "You feeling ok?"

"I'm still processing the fact that you and I are going to be parents."

With a chuckle, Souma joked, "You're already judging me, aren't you? You're doing that eyebrow raise."

Erina rolled her eyes. If nothing else, it seemed her husband knew as much, if not more than, about her as she did. "Well, at least you know I'm always judging you."

"Why else do you think I love you?"

Those three words never failed to bring a blush to Erina's cheeks, and this time around was no exception. "I don't know, maybe because I'm your soul mate or whatever."

"Damn straight, Nakiri."

"So… how are we going to do this? We need a gameplan, right?"

Souma sighed. "Like I said, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty damn sure you're not supposed to do that with a child." Taking her hands in his, he said, "Let's not force our kid to be a chef. We'll take her whenever we go to manage our shit and have her experience everything but let's leave her future all up to her, you know?"

As stupid as he was, he was pretty cognizant of the things that mattered most.

Erina leaned into the familiar space between his jaw and collarbone that had long since become her sanctuary in times of despondency — but this was different, because even if there was a seasoning of worry, it was all joy. Ecstasy, that she'd finally have the chance to provide for another everything that she had been deprived of as a child.

And who better to share this promise with than Yukihira Souma, who had been the one to close the hole left in her heart by her past, to give all his love to her with no restraints at all? (although she probably wouldn't have minded if he cut down on his damn peanut butter and squid attempts, but was another story).

"You're right," she agreed. "We'll let her decide. And we'll put her above our work, am I clear? I'd take a happy child over a happy client any second."

Souma lifted an eyebrow in an imitation of Erina's trademark expression. "I thought that was a given, princess. She's going to be our whole world."

Then he kissed her with puffed-out cheeks in the way that made her fall for him a little harder each time and grinned one of his genuine billion-watt smiles that made his eyes all squinty, and she knew that no matter what happened along the way, they'd be able to figure it out together.

i loved this prompt so much i might do another take on it in a different fic that i have in the works (i need title suggestions please i can never seem to come up with them lol)