A/N: WARNING: Smut. Nothing new - you're probably used to this by now. Humor and fluff will follow it ;)

Also, in any of the extras there is always the possibility of Tora being kind of OOC. It's hard to picture him as a husband or father, those roles don't really fit him at all... so I try to keep his personality, yet also give him the role of a family man. It's a weird sort of balance that has traces of OOCness mixed into it. Just get over it, useless peasants. :P

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|four months or so later, early in the second trimester|

Akari knew that she really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but she couldn't help how annoyed she was becoming with Tora's dutiful hovering since her pregnancy had been confirmed. The man just wouldn't leave her alone, and great sex or not, she was always left feeling exhausted by the end of the day after all his efforts to please her... and satisfy his own selfish, perverted needs.

Finally finding some alone time, she had just settled onto the couch with a box of saltines, ready to find a suitable show on television to watch, when two large hands slunk down past her shoulders; tricky fingers grazing along the sides of her breasts before stroking lightly over her baby bump.

"Tadaima." Came the low sound of her husband's voice, just behind her right ear.

The pregnant woman shoved another cracker into her mouth, her other hand on the remote, flicking wordlessly through the endless assortment of channels. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd buzz off.

"Hmn?" He hummed deeply. "No welcome home for me? Not even a kiss hello?"

Turning slightly, she craned her neck and pressed her dry, salt-crusted lips to his rough cheek. Then she was turned back to the television, focused more on the passing images on the screen than the man leaning over her. "Okaerinasai. Go shave, your face is getting to be like sandpaper again."

His hands continued caressing her belly, and a devious tongue ventured to play with her ear, teeth nibbling its curved edge. "I don't think I can pull myself away from you, honey." That last word was said as if were literally dripping with honey. He moved down, mouth suckling at her pulse point, one hand coming up to fiddle with one of the shorter stray locks of her soft hair as he did so. "And I'd rather you pay attention to me instead of ogling bad actors in soap operas."

"I watch them because the acting is so bad." At this point she found herself somewhere between wanting to slap his hands away or give in to his touches. He'd learned to work with her body's new sensitivity in a way she often couldn't resist, making the latter option seem rather tempting... "And the plot is sometimes worse than the acting. It's so horrible that it's amusing."

"Whether you watch them ironically or not doesn't matter to me." He growled with a nip to her jaw. "I want your attention."

Akari looked up at him with a softened gaze, gently patting the hand of his still covering her stomach. "You always have my undivided attention, Tora." Before he could smile triumphantly and move in for a kiss, her touch was gone and her eyes were back on the TV. "Just not right now."

The blond's eyebrows furrowed and he pulled back, straightening and shoving his hands into his pockets with a dissatisfied grunt. Why was she pushing him away? All he offered her were pleasures and comfort. All he wanted was to grant her every possible gratification. She was his after all, now more so than ever with their child on the way, and what kind of man didn't take good care of what belonged to him? It was only natural that he did so.

'I find it very unfair that, despite all the ways her body is changing and new habits are forming for her, I'm the one more affected by this pregnancy.' He thought bitterly, glaring down at his completely oblivious wife.

It held a strange sort of appeal that he'd never in all his years had the chance to ponder before: the growth in her stomach, the glow to her skin, the fact that he was the cause of it all. The fact that anyone could see, by proof of her extended belly, that he had laid his claim on her, had marked her in the most thorough and deeply intimate of ways. A wedding ring was one thing, but impregnating a woman was a whole other form of possession. It was his seed that had done this to her, and his child that she was going to bear. The fact that all of that was his couldn't have been any more clear than if he had written all over her body with the words 'Property of Tora Igarashi'.

God, thoughts such as these did things to him. Perhaps it all traced back to something more primal - instincts like marking and mating and procreating. But his feelings seemed to extend even further than they previously had. Pregnancy was just so becoming on his little wife, and he had developed a strange sort of fetish for it... All he thought about since day one was burying his face in and suckling at her creamy globes that had grown at least two cup sizes by now, and finding new positions where he could caress her belly during sex, appreciating the changes to her body that he had fostered as well as laying protective hands over what was rightfully, completely his.

'Mine' He nearly thought the word aloud, gaze settled intently on his woman lounging comfortably on the couch in front of him, one of her own hands having drifted up to absentmindedly run across her stomach. She looked so delectable there, doing nothing of particular interest, save for stroking her baby bump much in the same way he had been earlier. She was so clueless, completely unaware of how perfect she looked in that form-fitting sweater that her mounds pushed up against as if about to spill out of, with her hair clipped up in a simple bun that left her swan-like neck exposed to his eyes, her pregnancy glow making her skin appear so smooth, so soft, so shiny and - dammit, he was hard.

And like hell he was just going to ignore that now. Oh well, not to worry; his wife may be stubborn, but persuasion was something he rather excelled at.

Akari did nothing more than sigh in exasperation when Tora quite literally came between her and her television drama. He certainly was persistent, wasn't he? She was just about to grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him when he lowered to his knees before her, and the comically bad acting on the TV screen started to fade into the background when strong hands were suddenly gripping her thighs.

It was only after he had pulled her around to a sitting position where her knees lined up with his chest, that her skin prickled and warning bells started going off in her head.

"Tora, what are you-" She started, interrupted by her own gasp as her zipper was promptly pulled down, along with her pants. Golden eyes gazed up at her holding a look that was hard to read, accompanied by a smirk that gave away that he was clearly up to no good.

"I thought I would busy myself with my own source of entertainment while you enjoy your show." Her legs were lifted carefully, underwear discarded in an instant, and then her knees were hooked over his shoulders as he moved in closer to her now bare womanhood. "Don't mind me..."

Akari blinked at him a few times. It was all done so quickly and fluently, she didn't think to resist until it was too late to try. Hearing the last thing he said, she stuck her nose up in the air feeling determined to really not mind him at all. Such actions from her, however, drew a rich (and admittedly sexy) laugh from the blond man between her legs, the sound tumbling all too smoothly from his lips. And before she had any time to prepare herself, his tongue was quickly parting her lips. Down there.

It came as no surprise to the smirking blond when his wife bucked and he felt one of her small hands immediately find purchase in his hair. "Oh, god!" Why was she always so sensitive now? At times like these, she found it to be an utterly unfair disadvantage.

"God is a bit formal. Tora is just fine." He murmured quietly into her skin, growling when she scratched her nails along his scalp.

"You are impossible!" She hissed, striving to reappoint her focus to the television.

"And you smell delicious." The prickle on his cheeks tickled against the flesh of her thigh as he leaned forward and inhaled deeply. She was already becoming wet after a single touch.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Akari tried to grab fistfuls of his hair and pull his head back, but he didn't budge an inch. And, as a way to reprimand her for her actions, she felt his perfect teeth clamp down on the opposite thigh his cheek had been resting against.

"Don't attempt to fight me, little vixen." He chided, adding a second nip to a different spot of skin before licking over it in apology. "It will only rile me up all the more. I assumed you would have understood that by now."

'Oh hell,' She thought to herself, becoming weak with a burst of unexpected arousal. 'He's such a...'

Akari's mind blanked out when firm lips quit their talking and trailed back over to her heat, a slick muscle sliding out again to roll, lap at, and twist along her in ways that were agonizingly... amazing. She raised a hand to her mouth to cover up a gasping moan, silvery-blue eyes squeezing shut while her husband teased her into a state of free fall. Damn that precise tongue of his! And the fingers that were lazily stroking her stomach, and the way he was humming and purring against her like some sort of cat! Her other hand scrunched his hair, holding desperately to him as if he were some sort of lifeline to keep her from falling over the edge too quickly, even though he was just the opposite. She was trying, still, to refuse him. After all, Akari was not one to give in, especially so soon after something had started!

Those stubborn thoughts of hers were doing her little good at the moment, though. Every little flick of his talented appendage, even the slightest of tilts or other small movements that he made were all planned to perfection. He knew what he was doing and he knew exactly how to do it in exactly the way that she liked it - and was all too easily building her up to a release, higher and higher and higher... Working to draw out even more of her delectable nectar for him to savor in his mouth.

Honestly, Tora mused to himself as he kept on pleasuring her, he had never tasted anything better.

The heels of her feet pressed into his back and her hips quaked as his tongue was diving in and out of her dripping core, curling around inside of her as if it were trying to dance. Briefly, Akari worried that she might be making a mess on the couch, and swallowed enough air in order to try to speak up.

"H-hey, Tor... AH!"

With tongue still digging inside her, one of his hands had suddenly reached down and a single calloused digit was placed delicately against the bundle of nerves resting just above her dripping sex. The already high-strung woman gave a full body shudder as the finger rubbed and circled in steady motions for a few solid, sensational minutes. She let out a whine when it was over and the touching moved away, but then her jaw dropped and eyes rolled back when she felt her swollen pearl sucked into the heat of his mouth and given some very special attention.

"D-don't stah...Please, I'm- I'm going to...!" She was aching, arching, trembling, gasping for air - past the point of caring about anything else but his mouth on her and how undeniably good it felt. So good... All that heat in her surged at once as he practically attempted to suck and lick her dry, his efforts doubling when there was only more and more of her leaking into his mouth. In the next few moments her release slammed into her, melting her bones to butter. Between visions of stars and the thrumming of her body she moaned out his name, quickly collapsed in a familiar sense of exhaustion.

The sex god incarnate pulled away licking his lips clean, cocky smile in place and one blond brow quirked as he regarded her. "That was fast."

Still in the swirling mist of afterglow, Akari's glazed eyes barely caught the look on his face, and she sighed as he let her legs down. "Uhhn." A needy groan parted her lips, and she was surprised that she wasn't ready to pass out quiet yet. Instead, she wanted more of him. So much more of him.

As if on cue, golden eyes became hooded and colored darker with an already deep-seated lust. Tora knew that sound all too well. "Turn around."

He was straining painfully against his pants while she obeyed and her ass was presented to him. Mn, yes... His hands immediately came up to grope the softness of each cheek, a deep groan rumbling from within his throat. Something was seriously wrong with him, he was horny as hell, constantly, and it was most definitely all her doing. Feeling his control slipping, Tora hurriedly stripped himself of all materials and stood behind her; pressing close, whispering in a low, raspy voice for her to grab onto the edge of the couch.

She took off her sweater and gripped the couch with sweat-slicked hands, shivering at the skin-to-skin contact with him as he put himself flush against her. He found that her sudden compliance tempted his inner beast in the best... and worst... of ways.

Mischievous hands traveled up her back, taking a moment to massage just above her shoulder blades and draw more sounds from her before they smoothed down her shoulders and underneath her arms, greeting her front with a nice, gentle squeeze to each breast. They both moaned collectively at that, and one of his hands continued its play with her nipples while the other reached down and landed over her belly. Tora came close to purring as he felt over the lump there, nuzzling the back of her neck with his nose and breathing in her heady scent. He loved knowing that her body was nurturing a life that he had placed there. The appeal of it, he might not fully understand, but it definitely made him hot all over with a burning, primal need.

"...I changed my mind." He mumbled against the side of her mouth, tasting her lips for a fleeting second before pulling back and falling onto the couch beside her, panting to gain back lost breath. "Get on top of me. I want to see everything. Your pleasure-filled face, your jiggling chest, your rounded stomach, those rocking hips... everything." When she didn't move quick enough to his liking, her squeak filled the air due to him forcibly yanking her over onto his lap. "Everything!"

'Shit!' Akari barely managed to think as things started to get hot and heavy all over again with him nibbling at her breast. 'What's gotten into him? He's so... Pervy, and weird...' He grabbed her hips and abruptly sheathed himself inside of her. She was gasping in euphoric bliss, both of their hips moving to unheard music now. 'Wellll, mayyybe I'll just go with it.'

Akari knew that she really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth... So maybe it was time to ride it instead.

|another four months or so later, nearing the end of the third trimester|

Tora stood in the doctor's office with his wife, trying desperately to console her and withhold his laughter at the same time, as she wailed in his arms.

"But it's not fair!" She kept repeating.

"There, there." Tora smoothed a hand over her hair, hiding his smirk in the silken locks.

"I want donuts! And those little graham cracker cookies shaped like bears! Mochi ice cream for breakfast, Umaibo to snack on, melon pan for lunch, every type of meat imaginable for dinner, followed by a big helping of desert - Gâteau au Chocolat, Crème brûlée, Tarte Tatin, Crêpes, Choux à la crème - just anything deliciously French - and BUCKETS AND BUCKETS OF THAT STRAWBERRY MILK FROM THE CONVENIENCE STORE!"

The doctor shot Tora a look that made his smirk falter. The man was clearly annoyed with him and blamed him for this whole situation. "You've been spoiling her."

It was a statement, not a question, because Tora was most certainly guilty as charged.

The blond lifted one shoulder, simply having been unable to help himself with how cute his wife was when she asked - or rather, begged - for something. Akari had gotten to be very affectionate and needy around the time the third trimester had hit. And he just eagerly ate that stuff up, much like she greedily ate up about four or five pudding cups in the car on the way over here. But by God, if it wasn't oddly charming of her. All the weight miraculously just went to her pregnant belly anyway. Well, that's what he told her, because if he said anything about the baby fat gathering in her face she would most likely take sex off the table with claims of 'not wanting to bother him with how monstrously gross she'd become'.

He shuddered at the familiar memory from that one time when he'd said something about her thickening thighs. It didn't bother him, just adding more curve to her figure, more of her there for him to appreciate - but apparently, when she had asked him to answer honestly about it, she had really just wanted him to ease her worries with harmless little lies.

"You and your baby need proper nutrients." The doctor began to explain, seeing as Akari had quieted down for a moment. "I cannot permit you to continue on this unhealthy track any longer. Had I known earlier about the change in your diet," He shot the father an especially salty look. "we could have avoided such an... ordeal. I'm sure it will be hard for you since your body has grown used to craving these foods, but from now on, I want everything you eat to be fresh and healthy. I'll write down a list for you, and also provide you with a few supplements-"

An especially loud whine from Akari silenced the doctor with a long sigh. The man decided to redirect his words at Tora, shooting the blond a meaningful look over the top of his spectacles. "I trust you will follow my instructions more carefully from now on."

Again, not a question, but a firm statement. Almost like an order, really.

"If those are the rules, Doctor." Came Tora's smooth baritone through a pretty-boy smile, while his wife sniffled and rubbed her face deeper into his shirt.

"My specified guidelines will keep your baby and your wife in good shape, ensuring their safety and comfort." The doctor insisted.

"Of course." A tanned hand ran lightly through already-ruffled blond locks, Tora sighing in a light sense of defeat. The doctor noted to himself that this particular husband seemed a bit... off, today. He appeared to be stressed, maybe? for the first time in their many visits here. The Igarashis had never been especially easy to deal with, but through it all neither of them had seemed panicked or worried about anything.

Until now, that is. Well, he suspected, at least.

"Is everything alright?" Placing his clipboard aside, the doc leaned back against the wall to properly scrutinize the couple. "If you have any questions or concerns, now would be the appropriate time to voice them."

"All the concerns I have revolve around food." The wife vaguely mumbled, tossing a glare at the health care professional before curling back into her husband's inviting warmth.

He ignored her and met eyes with the father. "And you, Mr. Igarashi?"

"I wish," Tora doubted he should say anything about it, and Akari was already upset as it was. Still... this seemed like an opportune moment to bring it up again. "to know the gender of our infant."

Akari ripped away from his side quick as lighting.

"I thought we had decided to wait to find out until he or she was born!"

He turned to her with a quirked brow and a flat look in his eyes. "I changed my mind."

The cinnamon-haired girl folded her arms under her chest and spit out, "Well then! I don't care! We have a bet going on, don't we? The big reveal will be ruined if we just find out today!"

"Honestly, I thought you had forgotten about that..." He smoothly transitioned to giving her a mildly amused glance.

"Like I would forget!"

Tora started to raise his voice now, in order to match hers. "Listen to me and be logical about this. It would be far easier to prepare everything if we already knew the little brat's gender, wouldn't it?"

She gasped, hands placed to her face as if she were deeply appalled. "I swear, you are the most awful man! Calling our baby a brat, I can't even..."

Placing both hands on her shoulders, he visibly shook her. "If you would stop being so difficult, woman, then I wouldn't assume that your bratty attitude has already been passed on to our unborn child! Clearly, it's going to be a brat whether we like it or not."

She smacked him away and stuck him with a fiery glare. "Insensitive bastard! Sometimes, I'm sure that I hate you!"

"Good. Then the feelings are mutual." Coolly, Tora turned back to the doctor. "Now, about the gender of my child-"

There was a resounding crash, clang, and an 'Ooomph!' as the pregnant woman launched herself onto her husband's back from behind and they tumbled into miscellaneous items around the room. "He's my child too, you infuriating tiger!"

The doctor slid towards the door, quickly exiting the room and leaving the crazy couple to their bickering. He did not want to get in the middle of whatever that was.

It was quite the wonder, how those two had come to be together. He couldn't fathom how their relationship... worked.

|four weeks later, end of the third trimester|

"AAAGGGHHH! GO STUFF YOURSELF, BAKA TIGER!"

Tora blinked owlishly, having forgotten until now the pact they had made to watch their language since the baby had formed ears. Frankly, he was surprised she had remembered it, in the current state she was in.

"AS SOON AS I HAVE MY STRENGTH BACK, I'M GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE PEANUT BUTTER SO HARD THAT IT'LL BE SURE TO KEEP THIS FROM HAPPENING AGAIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET YOU DO THIS TO ME, YOU SHIITAKE PIECE OF BALDERDASH!"

She sounded hungry, he mused. For peanut butter and mushrooms... gross, but if he were being completely honest, she's had stranger cravings than that before.

"What you're saying is utter balderdash." He chuckled as a way to cover up how unsettled he truly felt.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT A FURRY LIKE YOU!"

He was scoffing immediately. "See? Balderdash."

Akari shot him a menacing glare, helpless to do all but lay there in the hospital bed, urged by the doctors and nurses ('push as hard as you can, you can do it! There you go!') while she continued shouting profanities-that-aren't-really-profanities at her husband. She was squeezing the ever loving crap out of his hand, secretly glad he was there for her, even though he technically was supposed to be waiting outside. Upon hearing her pained wailing and catching a glimpse of her like this through the window - sweat making her skin glisten under the fluorescent lighting, hair matted to her forehead and face considerably flushed until it was almost purple - he somehow persuaded the doctors to let him be by her side for the duration of this (at this point it was closing in around four hours). He wasn't sure how much longer either of them could stand it though; Akari was exhausted for obvious reasons and he was stuck between wanting to be there for the birth of his child and not wanting to see his wife in so much pain.

So call it a miracle (the miracle of life, really) when suddenly the room was filled with the sound of a child's cry, along with the head doctor's voice announcing that it was a healthy baby boy.

Three things happened in quick succession after that. Akari turned to her husband with a snarky 'I told you so' before promptly passing out with a snore. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at his newborn son, realizing that as of today, he was officially a father. And then, his son opened his eyes for the very first time, looking right at him with golden irises a few shades lighter than his own - they were the very same eyes as Tora's mother.

Tora's heart skipped another beat.

|A few hours later|

It was over. Or really, this was the... beginning.

The woman he loved was sitting there, cradling their child in her arms, looking like such a beautiful mess, he couldn't help himself but to lean in and plant a firm kiss on her lips. Then he looked down to the baby, and gently pressed his lips to the sleeping boy's forehead.

"You think you'll ever want another one after all of that?" He suddenly mused aloud, curious as to what her answer might be. After all, that was quite the... strenuous ordeal. He thought he was having a bad time through the labor, but he couldn't even imagine how badly his wife had had it. If the things she'd been screaming at him were anything to go by, she most certainly did not want to do that again.

However now, Akari was buzzing with light, radiating pure love and happiness from her whole being. Sure, the pain was definitely unwelcome, but she could say with absolute certainty that it was so very, very worth it. She knew that the moment she held her son in her arms.

Gazing deeply into Tora's warm golden eyes, eyes similar but not identical to their child's, she let out a light, weak laugh into the air.

"Maybe just one more." And then her eyes were alive with realization, and she urgently added on, "Oh! And a pet dog!"

Tora's brow crinkled. "There is no way I am agreeing to -"

"You're a man of your word, are you not?" She looked between him and the sleeping infant. "We made a bet: If it's a girl, you get to try out one of your fantasies with me that I would usually never allow. If it's a boy, you agree to grant one of my secret wishes."

His brow uncrinkled, and instead, shot upward. "Your secret wish is to get a dog?" There was a very small pause, before he snickered a bit. "Really?"

She pouted and rolled her eyes at his laughing. "Kids love animals, our estate has plenty of space along with servants who can clean up after it, and I happen to very much like dogs!"

"Yes, however I don't particularly enjoy them."

"They chase after birds, you know. Can even be trained to hunt them."

There was a moment of silence where she assumed Tora was having flashbacks to the uncomfortable seagull incident at their wedding, and also contemplating her words. When he next opened his mouth, he said something promising enough. "I will... take that into consideration."

Akari had him lean down so that she could give him a peck on the cheek, and a sly smile graced her lips as she thought, 'Hah. We are so going to get a dog.'