Prompt: Pregnancy news, given by KageKitsuneofLight (aka the spoiled brat)
a/n: fluffy and obviously very unbeta'd!
Kagome'd been gnawing her lips lately, he reflected. With a frown playing on his lips at the memory, Adrian considered whether he should give his wife some space or if he should comfort her. Tugging on one of his rolled-up sleeves, Adrian pushed off from his knees and tucked in the handwoven basket of a hearty throve of vegetables under his arm.
He was never much of a gardener, but his father and mother, rest their souls, taught him to be self-sufficient. His Kagome though gave him more tools in his arsenal, teaching him what veggie and fruits would thrive as wild or tamed (tomatoes are troublemakers, Adrian learned, to pick from its bush-like vines but they fruit more if left alone) and whatnot. Herbs were good to have too, they helped all meals from going stale in flavors.
These days, he found himself rooted into the dirt and often came home covered in soils. Never empty handed. Kagome was always amused seeing him in such unpolished state, teasing that it was funny to see him looking so different from the imposing, regal air he radiated in any other presences.
As of late, his wife tended to their home. Before, Kagome had an habit he personally found disagreeable—patrolling and helping strangers. Adrian was not keen to risk the very same scenario that befell his mother to be repeated with her. Not his beloved. Anything but her.
It took much jostling and pleading. Finally, after months of his quiet complaints and refusal to leave her be, Kagome agreed to crease that activity. That was a week ago. Adrian would admit that he was still reeling from that surprise.
She was a stubborn thing, could never sit still and hated being cooped up in the empty castle, so this sudden change in her mindset was…strangely unnerving. To end of his days, Adrian would never confess that he loved Kagome's bullheaded ways. (He suspected she knew though, a smile quirked his lips and chased away that frown.)
"Draga mea*, I'm home," Adrian announced, the door peeling open quietly to his wills. The warm smell of sweetness wafted from their kitchen and he paused. He blinked, "A bit early to bake a cake, isn't it?"
Adrian eyed Kagome's behind when he thudded down the basket on the table (to this day, it was one of his pride and joys in his craftsmanship) and couldn't resist dropping a fond sigh at her following muffled reply, "I do what I want."
Although the words were curt, the tone was particularly both cheeky and playful. Kagome twirled from the hefty oven the moment the heavy door clanged close. She wore a sheepish expression though, untucking the mitts from her hands to put them elsewhere, "—I promise there are good reasons for this!"
Being long-legged, Adrian was at Kagome's side in a blink and poked both of her cheeks, "Hmmm, it's not either of our birthdays though." He did not give her an opportunity to reply, when Adrian pressed an adoring kiss on her lips.
It was a quiet moment and Adrian couldn't cherish it anymore than he cherished it now. Pulling away, he smacked his lips at a distant flavor and eyed his dazed wife, "Have you been eating strawberries?"
Kagome returned the poke on his face and grinned, "Maybe!"
"Good grief," he laughed, roping his hands at Kagome's lower back and pulled her close to his chest, "how much did you eat?"
"I didn't eat them all," Kagome defended with a pout. She clasped her hands over her husband's neck, inwardly grumbling at how stupid tall he was, "I needed them for the cake."
"Mhm," he closed in on her forehead with a fond kiss, "I'll pick some more then, draga mea." Adrian did not miss how empty the strawberry basket was on the countertop.
"…you do that." Kagome tightened their embrace, not denying herself an embarrassed giggle.
Strawberries were plenty in their garden, so plenty that good many would've rot before they could've been devoured. Adrian wasn't a hypocrite, he likened to sample them too. They were sweeter this time of year too and one of Kagome's favorite treats.
She knew many delicious recipes too, leading Adrian to realize a newfound appreciation for those fruits (…it may or may not played a part in their bedroom every now and then). Still, Adrian questioned himself on why his wife had been eating those more than usual.
They'd been married for several years and Kagome's appetite was…unusually low for a human. More often than not, Adrian would ask and remind Kagome to eat. She was healthy and active otherwise and she knew little idling hands.
Foods were simply something she rarely indulged herself in.
So, since when his wife had been eating a basketful of these daily?
Well, as long as she was eating, Adrian saw no reason to be concerned. Once again, he returned home but with a new treasure trove of delicious strawberries. The cake was cooling on the table when he came through the door, "Looking delicious," Adrian grinned.
Kagome shot him a glare though it was not without a grin, "It's not ready yet, you doofus." She tugged the basket loose from his arm, "Mind being my assistant?"
Adrian could never say no to her.
Before long, the cake was decorated beautifully with hulled strawberries and other assortment of fruits. Adrian had to admire Kagome's effort. He once again mused on the wonderment of being a time traveler from the future. This kind of treat wasn't something he was familiar with— at least he hadn't prior to meeting her, so Adrian always made sure to appreciate his wife's knowledge and desserts.
Resting himself onto Kagome's back, Adrian nestled into the crook of her marked neck, "So, what's the occasion?" He found himself asking again. Last time she refused to answer, saying the cake wasn't yet done. This time, the cake was ready to be cut and be eaten.
Kagome averted her gaze and was flushed pink. She pursed in her lips, again nibbling on her poor flesh. Adrian prodded her, "If you insist doing that, I know a better way to use your mouth—"
"Adrian!"
He snickered at her red face. The snicker did not last when his voice fell and his embrace tightened, "Then tell me. I don't want to worry—"
"I, can I have your hand for a sec?" Kagome's words quietened.
Nervous and uncertain but there was a degree of excitement behind them.
"Ah, alright?" Adrian loosened a hand from his zealous hug and rested it in her expectant palm. He watched how she furled over her slim fingers, all worn and calloused, over his knuckles. Wordlessly, Kagome tugged it downward.
She fastened it over her lower stomach, spreading out her husband's fingers and palm. It lingered for a moment. Kagome's lids fell at the silence draping the kitchen.
Adrian was quiet, as if he was registering what she was telling him. Finally after several minutes that dragged on for so long, he broke, "You're…pregnant?" His voice was soft.
Kagome couldn't read the emotions behind those words. Instead of prying, she answered with a nod, "…yes."
His chest beat on her back, "I'll be a father?"
She wasn't sure if her husband was laughing or that was his heart betraying them both. There were nothing else Kagome could say but the truth, "Yes." She repeated, softer.
Adrian erupted, his joy infectious, "I'll be a father!"
The room spun and Kagome squealed when she found herself into the air, "Adrian!" His palms settled deeply against her beating ribs, though they didn't stay. Kagome grasped around his collarbone and relished into his unyielding embrace, "Adrian…" Kagome murmured, not bothered that her feet still dangled from the floor.
"Our child, draga mea—our child…" Adrian laughed wetly, "I," he trailed off.
Kagome could feel his heart bleating under her skin and pulled away to gaze into his golden eyes, "Adrian, you'll be a wonderful father. As long as I have you—us having each other, we'll be alright." She reassured.
"…You'll be a beautiful mother." He murmured, sighing at the warmth of her lips. He still tasted sweetness of strawberries beneath those lips.
She snuck in the fruits again somehow, behind his back.
"And our child'll be lovely. Maybe they'll have your eyes." Kagome smiled, combing her fingers through his silky hair. She wouldn't complain if their child looked identical to their father.
Adrian is simply beautiful.
"I'd rather them to have yours instead," Adrian rebuked lightly, with a toothy grin stretching his lips.
"Possibilities are endless," Kagome giggled, "they'll be beautiful either way."
Before Adrian knew it, he was drowning under her lips.
"I love you," Kagome pulled away with a murmur.
Nestling himself against her sternum, he sighed, "and I you, beloved."
She rested her lips on Adrian's sunlit crown, "Let's eat the cake and we'll talk nonstop under the stars. How does that sound?" Kagome grinned at another round of his chest bleating with amusement.
"That sounds wonderful, Kagome." For now, Adrian did not afford himself any worry in their future together. No, this day—and the evening, is for them and them alone.
On his tongue, there's a slight craving for strawberries.
*Draga mea is an endearment in Romanian, meaning something like, my love, beloved, etc.
a/n: kage you stinky brat. Hope you enjoyed this corny af piece lmao. Anyway, I'm trying to write more Kagome stuffs, but I've been having some rough time irl so it's going to be a slow progress. But, I'm just letting ya'll know I'm still around and kicking! Stay safe out there.