One foggy evening, Gin sat up in the bed finishing a bit of paperwork, with Izuru curled up sleeping next to him. Looking at his dozing lieutenant, the captain could hardly believe that they only had a month and a half before the twins were supposed to get here, much less that it'd been six months since they found out they were going to be parents.
"Gin…" the lieutenant murmured in his sleep. Gin put an arm securely around him and continued working.
Morning brought, for Izuru, a mild bout of morning sickness. It being 5 AM on Gin's day off, the captain still asleep.
Fully awake now, he decided to start breakfast. Gin entered the kitchen after about fifteen minutes.
"Ah, there you are, Izuru."
"Good morning, captain," the lieutenant replied, smiling (if a bit shyly). "We're doing pretty good this morning. Do pancakes sound okay to you?"
"Yes."
Gin stood behind(ish) his lover and draped his arms over his shoulders; the left hand stroking Izuru' cheek, the right feeling over his bulging midsection. Izuru sighed and put a hand over Gin's left, and sighed again as a twin kicked lightly.
Not that Izuru's being pregnant didn't come without the usual perks. Every once in a while he got depressed, angsty, or overemotional. It was often that he'd wake up in the middle of the night wanting some sour thing or another.
It happened just a little more often as the lieutenant's due date approached.