Chapter Forty Four: Intertwined Fingers As A Lifeline
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Song Playing: Johnny America
We're Having A Baby Arc: 9/9
Theme 27: Reverse
Mamori was fairly certain that she was the one who was pregnant.
After all she was the only one of the two with the physical capability to actually give birth to the baby. Not to mention she was the one who had slowly lost sight of her feet as the months progressed. Plus she was the one that the doctor had congratulated with the announcement. Still, she spared a glance up at her over zealous husband who was saying something about inconsiderate wives, with the way he had been acting over the course of the pregnancy she was seriously beginning to doubt the factuality behind her previous thought.
Because even though she was the one who had her head in the toilet on more than one occasion he was the one that looked more than a little green around the edges. Then the mood swings that all the married men she had ever known dreaded never seemed to apply to her, only snapping a few times after too little sleep. They did; however, seem to apply to her husband who would go from curses to silent calculation to borderline manic laughter with only seconds between.
And, while she did admit the sudden craving for creampuffs stuffed with preserved peaches and sprinkled with cinnamon was just a bit unusual. It was nothing compared to the blonde's sudden need to replace his sugar free gum with bits of dark chocolate.
Now, looking down at their intertwined hands: as she tried desperately to ride out the pain that came with giving birth. She couldn't help but notice that while she was the one with a living breathing baby coming out of her body and the one that was trying to grab onto the sheets as another contraction made itself known, he was the one who wouldn't let go.