If the ring fits
A/N: Karin is Watanuki's adoptive mother, but is away so often that he lives by himself pretty much, and if I recall correctly, karai sake is salmon hand rolls xD and the parting comment that I haven't addressed will be revealed when the time is right! The next few chapters will get confusing if you don't follow along these notes!
The archer slammed the glass doors shut behind him, nearly running over a few stray nurses, who frantically chased after him as he ran past them. He lost them around a certain bend and avoided the man pushing his way through on his wheelchair.
He thundered up the stairs heavily, wooden sandals smacking the linoleum with horrid dissonance. He followed the witch's instructions with half a mind and reached the second floor in record time. A grey haired man was leaning against the wall with a crumpled brow, regarding his clipboard skeptically. Doumeki promptly decided to grab the doctor's coat lapels and lift him off the ground.
"Where is he?" He nearly snarled, ignoring the sputtering practitioner's panicked sounds.
"W-w-what are you-" The grey haired man's eyes were widened into saucers, and by the looks of it, couldn't string a coherent thought together. That wouldn't do. He set the doctor low enough for his toes to brush the ground and loosened his grip on his collar.
"Watanuki Kimihiro." He hissed darkly, watching the doctor visibly relax.
"284," he said dazedly as the Doumeki released him, swaying on his feet.
He left the doctor, amber eyes set straight ahead, smoldering darkly at the thought of the letter's parting comment, mocking him* as he neared the ultrasound ward.
Wait. Ultrasound?
His mind went blank when he bypassed the occupied receptionist and walked into a room at random.
And there he was.
The computer screen was turned away from Watanuki, but by the way he was curled up tightly into a ball, it looked like he already knew the news. It was like the air conditioning was blasted up several notches, and the silence grew thicker than before. Watanuki's head, which had been tucked into his knees, peeked at the intruder and slowly rose his head. His eyes were red and wet, and his breaths were labored. He spoke, voice choked and thick with emotion. "I'm pregnant,"