Hey again, guys! I'm starting to think that there's gonna be big gaps between every update, so sorry.

In case you guys don't remember, this chapter is a continuation of the previous one.

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Takumi strolled downstairs with his hands deep in his pockets, thinking about the detour to the bathroom. He fully expected her to be in a state of utmost embarrassment; but then again, Misaki was always doing the unexpected.

He waited for a few moments as he reached the bottom stair, straining his alien hearing, wondering what she might be doing. He couldn't hear anything, however, so he proceeded down, hoping she hadn't gotten another mood swing and was now angry.

But what he found was quite the opposite.

Should he say expectedly unexpected? Quite possibly.

She was wearing the dress that she had chosen earlier and sitting on the couch that hadn't been visible from the stairs; but for reasons unknown to him, she was holding his favorite polo shirt to her nose and sniffing it; and as he watched on, thunderstruck, she cast furtive glances around her as if checking whether he was watching her; and buried her face in the shirt, hugging it close to her chest.

He felt momentarily breathless, and his heart felt like it was threatening to burst out of his chest any moment. He knew and loved Misaki's cute side like any other, but she had to stop if they were to get to the shop today without any other detours. He swallowed visibly, Adam's apple bobbing up and down with the weight of how much Misaki affected him; and his mouth felt dry, as if he'd been in the Sahara for two days without a supply of water.

Groaning, he crouched down, crossing his arms over his head as he tried to regain his self-control, his heartbeat still thundering in his head and his breath still unsteady.

"Goodness, Misaki."

And then he stopped, listening; had Misaki heard him? He'd unintentionally spoken out loud, and the last thing he wanted was for Misaki to think he'd been watching her; it would be highly likely that she would become so embarrassed that she'd give him the silent treatment; and there was no way they could go shopping for their unborn child like that.

But he didn't hear anything; and when he felt it was safe to show his face, he straightened up quietly and called out, "Misaki?"

He knew instantly that he'd done the right choice; he heard a hasty rustling of cloth as if the shirt was suffering the fate of being stuffed into a corner; and he heard her call out timidly, "Yeah?"

He waited for a few seconds, and then walked down the last step and looked at her. She was blushing madly and trying to cover it up by looking down at the cushions strewn over the couch (added by Takumi for Misaki's comfort in case the expensive couch was too uncomfortable) and was picking the threads poking out the corner of one of them.

"Shall we go?"

She looked up at this, but still didn't make eye contact with him, looking instead at his hair. She gave him a nod, and then got up from the couch, her hand over her stomach. He held out his arm, and she made eye contact enough to give him a stubborn glare; but he didn't let her protest as he grabbed her arm and draped it over his, making sure to leave no gap between them, their shoulders pressed against each other.

He quickly got out of the car, and strode over to Misaki's side before she could so much as shift in her seat; opening the door, he held out his arms as if asking for permission to carry her; but at the vigorous shake of her head, he chuckled softly and lifted her hand gently, and led her out of the car and into the cool air of the shop.

He instantly knew that it was good he had already had a hold on her hand; he was distinctly under the impression that he was babysitting a ten-year-old kid who had just entered a toy shop. Misaki bounced on the balls of her feet and dragged her husband off to different corners of the shop, zooming along and filling the trolley Takumi was pushing at the speed of light. He tried to persuade her not to move so quickly, but Misaki was clearly not listening; her eyes were glistening with stars and Takumi felt she looked like a kid who had learned that Christmas was coming early. But this, as if he were reassuring himself in his head, made her look even cuter than she already was, so he didn't really feel like ruining her sparkly mood by stopping her. She had already piled the trolley to the point of overflowing within one hour, and as an hour passed, she had already filled three more. He didn't feel like putting something in himself; it seemed like almost all the items for sale in the shop were already there in their shopping trolleys. Besides, he chided himself, I would have plenty of time to sort out anything we don't need once we arrive at the counter.

But as Takumi tried (tried being the keyword here) to take out a few items, he had been faced with a hurdle that med school definitely hadn't taught him how to cross; the heart-wrenchingly adorable pouting face of his wife. He had to relent every time he made to keep something aside; whether it was a box of cereals ("But it would be so long until the baby would be able to eat those, Misaki") or an extravagantly sequined onesie that scattered different colored dots of light across the room ("it is pretty, darling, but won't it be uncomfortable?"); and when they finally got the billing done, he discovered he hadn't been able to reduce the pile of items that they were carrying home.

He immediately blatantly refused when Misaki said she'd carry something; he gently pushed her into the car seat and drew the seatbelt around her crossed arms and pouty face; and then heaved everything into the trunk and then buckled himself in.

But, of course, his cute wife had to get a reward for staying quiet the whole car ride; and felt it okay to risk his neck to steal a few hot open-mouthed kisses with her before he bundled off their huge purchase off to the house.

Glancing at her partially concealed red cheeks as he carried the bags, and grinned at her; not his usual sly one; but a huge boyish one that crinkled his eyes.

What did I ever do to get such a freakishly cute wife?

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