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The timer on his phone ticked away, getting closer to the end. When it reached the last 10 seconds, Megumi held his breath. Beep, beep, beep. He grabbed the pregnancy test from the bathroom counter, turning it over to reveal the results.
Two, prominent lines displayed. He was pregnant!
He smugly grinned because he had called it before he even took the test. This wasn't his first rodeo. The omega liked to think he knew his body very well after having three kids.
They had been trying really hard the past couple of months to get pregnant. Not that he was complaining, but sometimes it was difficult to find time in their busy schedules and house full of rowdy kids. Three kids should've been plenty, but so far they've been blessed with boys. They hoped for a girl this time around. A princess, their princess.
He quickly took a picture of the test with his phone and then momentarily hugged it to his chest, until it dawned on him he peed on the thing. With a grunt of displeasure, he immediately dropped it in the sink.
He busied himself on his phone, tapping to his messages with Sukuna. Some might call it strange or impersonal to text such big news like being pregnant, but this was going to be their fourth child. After planning and executing plenty of pregnancy announcements for Sukuna in the past, Megumi decided a text wasn't inappropriate this time around.
(To: Daddy) I TOLD YOU
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He watched the screen while he waited for the 'typing' bubble to pop up. Sukuna entered the chat within a minute. That was one of the many perks of owning a company- no one could reprimand you for constantly being on your phone.
(From: Daddy) Fuck yea, u did!!
(From: Daddy) Wow we can start our own band soon
He snorted, shaking his head, while typing out that they could have done that awhile ago. He tossed the pregnancy test in the bin and washed his hands before heading downstairs, opening and closing the baby gate at the top of the stairs. It served as a barrier of protection since his littlest one was napping up here.
As he made his descent, he smiled softly and thought about all things he would need to prepare for the upcoming months. He would make sure to start on a list as soon as possible in an attempt to be organized since things around their home tended to turn into a frenzy rather quickly.
Midway down the stairs he heard a scream and a loud thunk break through his thoughts. The hairs on his arm stood up and adrenaline overtook him. He quickly ran the rest of the way, darting around to see where the noise came from. The sound wasn’t unfamiliar in a house full of boys, but it still scared him every single time.
He released a huge sigh when he found the culprit in the kitchen. His second-born son, Satoshi, had two small hands pressed on his cheeks and his ruby eyes opened wide, looking utterly astonished as he stood in front of the spilled orange juice.
"What in the world are you doing, dumpling?" Megumi questioned as he walked over to one of the cabinets to grab a kitchen towel. He made his way back around to hand it to the three-year-old. His son knew he had to clean the messes he made.
Satoshi dramatically fell to his knees before he started scrubbing away. "I want juice," he said adamantly. He paired his statement with a few strong nods, which looked a bit exaggerated by the bounce of his fluffy, black hair.
"Juice," Megumi parroted. "Why didn't you ask Yukio for help?"
"I did," his dumpling whined in a cute, mousey tone. "He's busy."
Stress ticked on Megumi's forehead. He loved nothing more than being a parent, but naughty kids really tested his patience. There was no way his six-year-old was too busy to help his brother pour juice, especially on a Saturday. No homework or after school activity in sight.
He helped pick up the empty gallon of orange juice, mentally noting he'd need to pick up another soon. Satoshi handed him the dirty towel and Megumi left it in the sink. He would wash it later. He had bigger things at hand here, like a stubborn son to confront. Yukio got that from Sukuna, no one could convince him otherwise.
"Go wash your hands, baby. I'm going to talk to Yuki," Megumi assured. Satoshi nodded his head like an eager puppy and sprinted off to the nearest bathroom. His step ladder to reach the sink was in there.
Megumi walked into the living room as he called out, "Yuki." He spotted his eldest son on the couch. No answer. "Yuki," he repeated with his hands on his hips, standing next to him. His son sat cross-legged with his face buried in his tablet. No surprise. "Itadori Yukio!" He scolded and planted a hand on top of Yukio's head, ruffling his black hair.
Yukio jumped in his seat and then tucked some hair behind his ear to reveal his earbud. He took it out and looked up at Megumi with owlish, red eyes. "What, mom?"
"Sweet pea, tell me what you're so busy doing that you can't help Sato get some juice." Megumi crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, studying his son's face.
Yukio groaned as he laid his tablet on his lap. "Moooom, he's old enough to do it himself." He shrugged. Oh god, they had another Sukuna on their hands. "He's gotta learn."
Megumi pointed one finger to the ceiling. "First of all, that's not the point." Another finger pointed. "Second of all, he's not tall enough to reach certain things in the fridge. You need to help him if he asks. You're his big brother." He grabbed the tip of Yukio's nose to wiggle it, which his son tried to swat away. "Act like it."
"Finnneee," the six-year-old bemoaned, protecting his nose. His kids had an art for the dramatics. They should all be on TV at this point.
"What do you say?" he pestered.
"I'm sorry."
The omega smiled proudly, hearing his teachings come to fruition. "Good." He pretended to grab Yukio's nose again and his son instantly groaned. "Next time this happens, you're cleaning up the mess. And, more. Don't test me, Yuki," he warned.
His sweet pea nodded as he droned on, "yes, mom. I won't, mom."
Hurried footsteps came from the downstairs bathroom, Satoshi returning to him. He turned to face the boy, eyes slightly widening in curiosity. "Mommy! I hear Brother crying."
"Oh, thank you, dumpling," Megumi responded as he headed back upstairs. No hesitation. He heard the sobbing before he saw his honeybun standing at the gate, shaking it with one tiny hand as the other clutched his baby blanket to his chest. His third black-haired baby, his two-year-old, cried softer the closer Megumi got. Thankfully.
He effortlessly picked him up and wiped the corners of his emerald eyes with his thumb. "What's wrong, bunny?" He cooed. This was Megumi's life, bouncing from one son to the next, putting out little fires wherever and whenever he could.
"I.. I- nightmare! Scawy nightmare, m-mommy" Noriaki stammered as fat tears dripped down his cheeks.
"Oh no. Well, mommy has you, so you don't need to worry," he assured in a warm, comforting tone. He kissed his honeybunny's cheek and swayed him. He'd always be his baby even if there was a new one on the way.
Actually, they were all his babies, no matter their age or order. The omega just adored the infant and toddler stage because they would let him openly and excessively love on them. That was Megumi's favorite pastime.
He stroked through his baby's silky, smooth hair as he walked them down to the ground floor. "Now let's go play with your brothers, okay?" He encouraged, trying to pull his toddler out of the nightmare funk.
-- 4 months later --
Yuuji laughed through the car's bluetooth speaker. Megumi and Sukuna were on their way to the doctor's to find out the sex of their baby. Yuuji volunteered to watch his nephews as they ventured off to uncover the highly anticipated secret.
"Can you stop laughing, brat?" Sukuna retorted.
"No, yanno why? 'Cause I'm telling you, I've got a feeling. Somewhere, way back when, like as far as ancient times maybe, the gods cursed you to only have boys." Yuuji snickered some more while he continued, "I mean, come on, if it hasn't happened by now-"
Megumi narrowed his eyes at the car's screen that displayed Yuuji's name, as if he could see it through the phone. "It's not a curse and we don't know what's happening by now. We're going to find out." He huffed in annoyance and rubbed at the highest point of his round belly to try and calm himself down.
"Yuuji, stop stressing out my omega or I'm going to throw you through a wall the next time I see you," Sukuna threatened as he pulled them into the parking lot of the doctor's office. "And then after you recover, I'll make you pay for his therapist appointments." He parked the car and they unbuckled themselves.
Megumi shook his head at his ridiculous husband. He wasn't that stressed.
"Eh! I'm only joking. I'm sure there's no curse… I still think it's a boy though... Honestly, I'm in a 3-way bet with Nobara and Gojo. It's 2 against 1."
Megumi glanced at the time on his phone and Sukuna snorted, "how does that even work? What happens if you lose?"
"I have to pay them both, equally," he whined. "So don't fail me now, universe!"
They both rolled their eyes. Sukuna took off his sunglasses and replied, "alright, well, we're heading inside. Get back to watching my kids. I'm surprised something's not on fire yet." Yuuji scoffed at that and said a goodbye.
Megumi returned Yuuji’s goodbye and ended the phone call. Sukuna turned off the car. "What kind of idiot makes that bet? Fucking, 2 against 1," his husband muttered the last bit.
"Don't ask me," Megumi sighed, exaggerating his exasperation with a shrug. "I've yet to decipher the source of the Itadori confidence." More like arrogance.
Sukuna exited the car first to help Megumi with his door. His alpha loved to amp up the chivalry whenever Megami was pregnant.
It didn't take long to check in and meet the doctor in the exam room. She had the gel on him in no time and rubbed the wand against his belly, doing the usual checkup. Once everything looked good, she paused on the area in question.
"So you are both sure you want to know?" She asked to be safe. She was always extremely courteous to them. That's why Megumi kept coming back to her with every baby. She knew them well and they had formed a strong mutual respect over the years.
Usually, people had a big gender reveal party, but this would be their fourth baby. They already had their fair share of theatrical gender reveals. They wanted to do this one the simple way, so they gave her the greenlight.
"Great! Okay, if you look here," she instructed as she pointed with her free hand. Megumi held his breath and Sukuna squeezed his hand, their eyes staring at the screen. "You can see that he's a baby boy!" She cheered with a genuine smile.
Megumi blinked. The information felt like it hit him in slow motion before he pulled his lips into a tiny smile. Sukuna's grip on his hand somehow tightened and thankfully he responded for them. Megumi was still in a bit of shock. Maybe they could feel it in the air, in his pheromones, but luckily no one seemed affected. Not outwardly anyway. "Wow, is that right, doc? What're the odds you're wrong?"
Megumi deflated and looked up at Sukuna through squinty eyes, wondering how his husband could be so casually rude, blatantly questioning the doctor's reading. But, as bad as it sounded out loud, Megumi couldn't lie, he was curious about those odds too.
The doctor chuckled. "Good question." Oh, really? "These scans aren't 100% accurate. So, if I had to put a number on it, I am 98% certain you're having a boy. You see the position he is in?" She gestured to the lower half of the baby on screen. "He is in one the best angles I've seen in a while. There's a pretty clear view." Also, if it meant anything, she did have a good track record with them in the past. They couldn't deny that.
Sukuna's eyes met Megumi's, searching for an honest reaction, and he smiled at his husband to reassure him he was not disappointed. His husband's pheromones blanketed him in comfort after the reassurance.
The gender of their baby was insignificant even if they had previously hoped for a girl. Yes, he was initially shocked because a small part of him naively thought it wasn't possible for someone to have four boys in a row, like what were the chances, but he was happy to finally know. Their baby was perfect.
As they made their way out of the office with their new sonogram, hand in hand, Sukuna said, "heh, I guess Yuuji's going to piss himself in excitement."
"Tch, I want to see Nobara's and Satoru's faces when they find out." Megumi loved to watch two sore losers in real time.
-- Another 4 months later --
The omega felt his thighs vibrate and he curled his toes against their sheets. He panted heavily, trying to stare at the top of Sukuna's head but his enormous belly blocked his view. He whimpered, writhing on the pillow, which was situated under his lower back. "S-Sukuna, you're driving me crazy."
Sukuna was between his thighs, sucking on his cock and pumping three fingers into his sopping wet hole. The room felt stuffy from the heat of their pheromones, almost suffocating them in want and lust. Or maybe that was just Megumi, being exhausted from lugging this big baby around 24/7. He really couldn't tell, judgement too cloudy right now.
His husband lazily pulled off his cock, smirking the whole way. "If I recall, the doc said sex helps increase the chance of labor. You should be thanking me," he teased. After curling his fingers a couple more times into Megumi's prostate, making him breathlessly moan, Sukuna moved away from his legs and slightly lifted him to remove the pillow and turn him on his side. Then, his alpha slotted behind him, nudging his hard cock between his supple cheeks.
Megumi leaned back into him, throwing his arm back to grip his thick, pink hair, needing something to hold onto and choosing his husband's head. "Then stop wasting time and get this baby out of me," he grunted. This position somewhat helped with the pressure his huge belly placed on his stiff cock. But not by a huge margin. He still felt uncomfortable, the weight unbearable, he needed to come.
Sukuna hotly chuckled by his ear and pushed inside the inviting, wet heat. They both groaned when he was completely deep, all the way to the knot.
Megumi yelped at the smack on his ass before Sukuna used the same hand to caress his very round belly, from top to bottom. "Fuck, you were made to carry my babies."
Swooning, he nodded and did his best to grind on his husband's cock in this position, not quite used to fucking on his side. And, the nine months pregnant part didn't help either. Luckily, Sukuna started to meet his weak grinds with powerful pumps inside of him, striking his sweet spot every single time. His emerald eyes rolled back and closed. He got lost in their ragged moans, in their sporadic thrusts, in the creaks of the bed, in the wet, sloppy heat.
Needless to say, Megumi didn't go into labor that night.
-- A week later --
Sweat drenched his forehead. He blinked through the wetness stinging his eyes. His body felt like it had been hit by a train, or something like that. Although the drugs had him in a daze. The c-section lasted 30 minutes. His longest one yet. His biggest baby too. He heard 9lbs, 13 ounces. It seemed this pregnancy broke a lot of his personal records.
He wanted to close his eyes and rest while they stitched him up, but he hadn't seen his baby up close, only for a couple seconds above the curtain before the doctor went off to go clean him. Sukuna already got a sizable fill though, looking all smug and in love and making Megumi's heart flutter- the prized umbilical cord cutter, the perfect husband and father, lucky bastard.
"Time to meet mommy," the doctor sang to the wailing newborn, walking around the curtain and placing him in Megumi's open arms. Sukuna kneeled near his head to lovingly gaze at them, ruby eyes somehow just as dazed as Megumi's.
Their newborn hiccuped, momentarily stuttering his cries, as he looked at them with tiny emerald eyes. Sparse, light pink hair covered his head. Megumi could and would cry because his eyes were already flooding with tears.
He was beautiful.
Their pumpkin. Their Itadori Tsuyoshi.
He couldn't ask for a more perfect baby. A sentiment that he held strongly for all his beautiful sons. Tsuyoshi was the newest member of that club.
The moment went as fast as it came. "I hate to interrupt, but we've got a few tests to run and then we'll get him back to you as fast as we can," the doctor said. Sukuna acknowledged the statement for them and then their baby was taken. Megumi closed his eyes, tears escaping and sliding down his face.
"It's okay. You did wonderfully," Sukuna soothed him and gently petted through his sweaty hair. "Get some rest and he'll be with us before you know it." He felt safe and trusted his husband. He slipped into sleep while the other doctors continued to finish closing him up.
-- Two hours later --
Tsuyoshi was definitely his chubbiest baby. He had chipmunk cheeks and chubby, little legs, so easy to melt anyone's heart. Megumi was utterly in love. It was amazing how his heart could be entirely and equally owned by every single person in his little family he created for himself with Sukuna. How he got so lucky was beyond him.
"He's your twin," Megumi stated matter-of-factly while he rocked their sleeping newborn in his arms.
"Hm, I don't know. He's got your gorgeous eyes." Sukuna sat next to Megumi on the hospital bed, letting the omega rest on him.
"Yeah, and that's about it. The rest is all you." He couldn't wait until Gojo and Yuuji came with the boys. They would tell Sukuna the same. They were due any minute now.
The alpha laughed and then started to stroke Megumi's head, smoothing back his hair. It felt nice. "Babe," he said softly.
"Yeah?" Megumi replied.
"Thank you."
He blinked. "Thank me for what?" He turned his head to meet Sukuna's eyes. He saw pure love there. It warmed him.
"Thank you for blessing me with four, beautiful children. You're an amazing mother and wife. I don't say it enough," his husband said in a soft voice. "I love you."
Dammit, he could cry again. He playfully nudged his head against Sukuna's shoulder. "I know you feel that way, silly." He tilted his head back and kissed him. "But I do love to hear you say it. And, I love you too."