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Morioka sprinted across the house, feet pounding as she ran toward the hyperactive toddler making a beeline for her little brother.
"Wait, Lily!" Morioka said. She lurched forward and grabbed Lily by the armpits, just narrowly keeping her from crashing into baby Hayashi, who was on his stomach and trying to lift his head. "Watch out for your brother!"
And baby Hayashi pushed upward, his head starting to wobble.
Two kids was definitely harder than one: if Lily wasn't trying to climb on top of a book shelf or jump couch to couch pretending the floor was lava, baby Hayashi would furtively crawl into a cabinet or roll himself into some unseen place, like behind the entertainment station or amid the wires crowding the back of the computer desk.
"We just need to baby proof better," Sakurai said, and he arranged the house into a maze of baby gates and strategically placed boxes, hiding the wires and the electrical outlets and dragging mattress toppers on the floor in case Lily fell off the couch.
"I'm so tired," Morioka said. It was nighttime and they were sitting in the living room, lights off except for the ambient glow of the computer screen. Sakurai rubbed her shoulders sympathetically.
xXx
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Their sex life, which was once a respectable two to three times a week, now was only a weekly occurrence.
Scheduled sex was not sexy sex: it was quick, furtive, and designed only to get each other off. The quickest way would be either with traditional missionary or with Morioka on top, Sakurai fumbling with a lipstick vibrator while Morioka rode him frantically, lest one of the kids suddenly woke up. ("I wish I could go down on you," Sakurai said apologetically once, but doing that took too long and the vibrator was the quickest way to get her to come.)
Sakurai came; Morioka felt him sag into her shoulder as he pulsed heavily inside her. Taking the opportunity, she leaned her body weight against the little vibrator and ground her hips until she orgasmed, shuddering against his chest and panting against his neck. The whole thing took a little over ten minutes.
The clean-up was efficient and routine. Before they used to shower together, but now one of them had to be on lookout in case one of the kids woke up. Sakurai would jump in the shower first, quickly rinsing his penis before letting Morioka take a full shower: he preferred to let her shower first so he wouldn't use up the hot water. ("I love that you're so thoughtful," Morioka told him, hugging him.) Then after she was done, they would trade places, Sakurai finishing his shower while Morioka dressed and toweled off her hair.
Morioka was showering now, soaping up her hair, when Sakurai opened the shower door.
"Himeralda and Poketarou are having a baby!" Sakurai said.
"Eh?" Morioka said. Sakurai grinned.
"They're pregnant," Sakurai said. "They just made an announcement."
"Really?!" Morioka rinsed quickly and grabbed a towel.
xXx
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In the livingroom, Morioka and Sakurai giggled at them.
Poor, poor Poketarou and Himeralda. They had no idea what they were getting into.