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Utahime gapes at her husband in disbelief as he looks at the shopping catalogs he got for them to choose from for the baby room they mentioned to each other briefly while cuddling in bed. The two of them were seated in the white velvet couch of their living room, the eighty-inch screen television turned on, showing various baby products, and numerous presents from the other clans, their students, and friends piled up on the floor.
It has only been three days since she announced that she was a month pregnant with their child. The next heir to the Gojo Clan after Satoru.
“Satoru, what is all this?” Utahime asks Satoru who animatedly flips through the catalogs with rapt interest.
He tears his gaze away from the pages and pays attention to his wife as he lowers the black sunglasses he wears at home. Dressed in a black fitted t-shirt and white sweatpants, Satoru appears to be comfortable sitting with his legs crossed and one arm over the back of the couch. He tilts his head with a knowing smile and his unruly white hair framed his handsome face, highlighted by the sunlight that filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows in their spacious estate. If Utahime had to describe him, he was glowing ethereally compared to her.
Why did this man glow so beautifully? She, who was the pregnant one, should be the one to have that kind of glowing thing around her.
It’s an insult to every pregnant woman in the world.
“We’re going shopping for our baby girl’s new room Utahime!” he exclaims cheerfully. “Have you forgotten?”
Wait. What? Baby girl?
“What do you mean that we’ll have a baby girl?” Utahime blinks.
According to the various medical books she read from Shoko, it is impossible to know her baby’s gender this early. She’s still four weeks long. Did Satoru see the future or something with his Six Eyes? Is that even part of his abilities? His eyes can make him see every little detail and information, but not the future. Her husband’s abilities didn’t belong under the seer-type category.
“Of course the child we’ll have is a girl! I can feel it.” Satoru explains, dropping the catalog on his lap and resting his hands on her navel. “She’ll have your adorable face, my pretty baby blue eyes, and gorgeous white hair! She’ll be a beauty that I’ll protect from the vicious bad wolves who’d gobble her up!”
“Oh, so you didn’t see the future with your six eyes?”
“PFT—” He laughs out loud and clutches on his stomach while she sits there watching him. “My six-eyes can’t do that! If I was able to see the future, then I might have gotten hitched with you earlier!”
“Well, you were saying that our child will be a girl so I thought you saw the future or something.” Utahime reasons and flushes. Asking him that was so stupid. Now he’s going to tease her for this forever.
“Utahime, darling, you’re so cute.” Satoru coos at his wife and rains a series of kisses on her face. The blush on her cheeks and adorable expression stirred him up to give her more affection. He mentally captured this moment, a shy and confused Utahime was one of her sides that she didn’t often show.
“But our child will not be a girl,” she stops his kisses by covering his mouth with her palm, and this time Satoru widens his eyes in surprise. “We’ll be having a son. I’m sure of it.”
“Eh~?”
“So don’t go buy baby dresses for him!”
Satoru pulls away and Utahime glares at him. The strongest sorcerer raises a brow at his wife’s statement. “Doesn’t the Iori Clan usually give birth to females? So it’s obviously a girl! There are too many males in the Gojo Clan anyways.”
"Boy."
"Girl."
"Boy."
"No, I want a princess."
"Tough luck, your genes will make our child into a prince." Utahime crosses her arms over her chest. "I'll bet upon it."
Satoru tilts his head and grins in amusement. It's rare for Utahime to do something like this. It's kind of exciting. "Oh, we're betting on the gender now? What's the prize, wifey?"
"If they're a girl, then you can ask me to do anything. Yes, anything. However, if I win, you'll behave in those clan meetings."
After thinking for a moment, Satoru agrees. He wasn't at a disadvantage, and he can use his prize for the activities he had in mind with Utahime. "Deal! Wanna seal it with a kiss?"
Utahime, without a word, presses a chaste kiss on his lips and nuzzles at his neck, inhaling his peppermint scent.
"I'll win." He taunts her and plays with the ribbon on her hair. "I'm sure of it."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "We'll see, hubby."
“You two made a bet,” Shoko drawls as she puts down her glass of beer onto the table. “About the baby’s gender?”
The married couple along with their friends on a Friday night went to an izakaya for drinks— Utahime opted out for juice along with Satoru— and told them about the bet that was going on. Suguru chuckles, Kiyotaka gapes, Mei Mei doesn't show any emotion in her face, and Kento merely frowns.
“Yup!” Satoru says, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “It will be a girl.”
“No, it will be a boy!” Utahime argues.
“So, what are the stakes?” Suguru asks them, his lips quirking at the sight in front of him. It’s amusing to see his two friends fight about this. “This seems interesting.”
"If I win, Utahime will do anything I ask. If she wins, I'll behave during meetings." Satoru explains. “Of course, I’ll win. The Iori Clan usually give birth to girls.”
“You’ll be eating your words soon.” The violet-haired woman huffs.
“Betting on the baby sounds fun,” Mei Mei says out of the blue. She then playfully smirks at the rest. A sudden change from her poker face. “I’ll bet a hundred thousand yen that it would be a girl.”
“Fifty thousand for a girl.” Shoko joins in and she drinks her alcohol with one gulp.
Utahime’s jaw slackens at the two females who she considered as close friends. This was a betrayal. Traitors the both of them. She is never going to trust them again. Ever. “Not you too!”
“Twenty thousand yen on a baby girl too.” Kiyotaka meekly says after checking his savings account.
“Same but with seventy thousand yen.” Suguru places his bet as if it was a normal thing. “I trust Satoru’s hunches.”
“Yes, welcome aboard to the strongest team, Team Satoru!” Satoru cheers at the development and haughtily looks at his wife. “Looks like you’re on the loser team, honey. I got this in the bag.”
Utahime glares at all the traitors at the table. She can’t believe it, she’s the pregnant one here, so she has a keener instinct when it comes to her own child! And they placed money in the bet! This should be illegal! She’s not happy with this, how come her idiot husband has a team backing him while she doesn’t?
“Five hundred thousand yen for a boy.” Kento, who was quiet the entire time speaks up. Bringing a large amount of money into the discussion. He takes a glance at his violet-haired senior and takes a bite on his karaage. “I’d rather lose my money than side with your husband, Utahime-senpai.”
After Kento cooly saying that line, Utahime blushes. It must be her pregnancy hormones making her delusional but at this moment, she kind of regretted that she may have married the wrong man. Any woman would be lucky to snatch the blond sorcerer, he was a real catch.
Unlike her man-child of a husband.
Satoru grimaces at this scene and pouts. Jealousy stems in his heart as he noticed that Utahime swooned for his junior. Hell no. No one’s going to take the attention of the love of his life away from him.
“Oi, Nanamin, don’t steal my wife! Stop releasing your mature pheromones or something! And, Utahime you’re married to me!”
Their students absolutely adored Utahime when they see her around the halls or in class. Every single one of them cared for her in their own little way, talking and complimenting her in their free time or giving her small trinkets such as charms, and food when she was craving something particular. They also flocked around her like they were her bodyguards when she headed out.
Their reason for this was to make sure that her baby bump and her were protected from any harm. Praising them in return, Utahime had let them touch the baby bump. Most of them cried when they felt the child kicking.
Yuji and Aoi sobbed, Yuta and the other males lied that they only had sweat in their eyes, and the girls also cooed and became more excited.
A pregnant Utahime united the entire Jujutsu students. No one had fought against each other, settling their differences because of the violet-haired teacher, and they were overprotective of her.
Too over-protective of her in fact. To the point that Satoru was a threat in their eyes when he came into the room.
The white-haired sorcerer swore that even if he was breathing from a mile away, they’ll still be able to hear it and become absolutely feral. They were demon dogs that breathed down his neck, waiting for a chance to kill him, but in front of Utahime, they acted like sweet angels.
“You do know that I’m the father of the baby, right? So why am I dealing with this unfair treatment?” Satoru asks Megumi, blowing a raspberry at the student. They were out on a mission and they still had time to relax until sundown. The curse spirit was a tricky one, it only comes out during might.
“It’s Utahime-sensei’s child.” The young man simply states as he takes his canned coffee from the vending machine. He needed more caffeine in his system to deal with the so-called adult.
“It’s also my child.”
“You’re just the legal sperm donor.”
“How rude! Utahime and I are married! We made that child out of love!” Satoru tries to correct Megumi. He is never more offended in his entire life. His ward called him a sperm donor. Disrespect much? He’s not a Bruce Wayne to any Damian Wayne out there. And he’s going to be a better father than that constipated bat man whore thank you very much. He was more of a Marvel fan than a DC one.
“Hence, the legal part.”
“Megumi~ This is slander~”
Megumi side glances at the strongest with his light-green orbs. Silently judging his mentor and guardian. He opens his canned coffee and takes a sip from it.
“It’s a fact.”
After their visit from the gynecologist and denying to know the gender of their child until she gives birth. Utahime deadpans upon the disaster called her husband who was out shopping for baby dresses at the children’s aisle in the mall. The two of them were supposed to buy the crib that they've decided on together, even if Satoru insisted that it should be custom made.
Satoru holds out two baby dresses in front of her. A pink one made with taffeta and a purple one made out of satin and lace. Utahime wrinkles her nose, those dresses looked cute but uncomfortable. For once she questioned him and his fashion sense, no child or baby would like to be weighed down with the amount of frills on the skirts.
“Which one is the best?” He asks her, looking oblivious and cheery. “Should we buy them both? I can’t pick one and it’s just ten thousand yen each.”
“Don’t buy those.”
“Why? You scared that I will win?” He challenges her with a stupidly handsome yet dumb smirk on his face. “Our baby will be a girl, Utahime~”
Utahime narrows her eyes and dainty places her hands on top of her bulging stomach. She wanted to kick him so bad right now if they weren’t in public. And if she weren’t pregnant.
“They’ll be a boy.”
“Girl.”
“Boy.”
"Admit it, you're going to lose."
"Shut up idiot, I'll slap you." She growls.
"I'd actually want that," Satoru hums. "Sounds hot."
Utahime decides that no amount of kisses will convince her to let him sleep with her on the same bed tonight.
"Sleep on the couch later."
"Utahime no! Not the couch!"
"I hate you, that's why."
"No, you love me because you married me!"
Utahime turns away and fixes the sling of her purse on her shoulder. She's already headed out to the mall's crowd. "I fell out of love. I'll divorce you."
"You're pregnant, you can't divorce me!" Satoru chases after her and whines.
The two of them attracted stares from the other customers of the mall as they bicker. And it had gotten to the point where the mall's staff had to ask them to leave and never come back.
That day, they never got to buy the crib and had to settle for a custom one like what Satoru wanted in the first place.
Whoever said that giving birth was easy, Satoru wished for them to sleep with a cold pillow. He read too many pregnancy books by now to know the fact that cramps are just mini versions of pregnancies. And the real thing is at least ten times more painful.
Hours ago, Utahime's water broke and she went into labor. Right now they're in the emergency room for almost three hours, and he's holding her hand. She had a vice grip on him, and he could feel his bones crushing and turning to powder but he didn't let go.
Not when Utahime was giving birth to their child like a pro. Usually, women were vocal while giving birth, however, his wife tried to keep quiet through it and she was sweating buckets every five minutes. The doctor was even surprised while he wiped her forehead with a towel.
"Alright, one last push." The attending doctor says Utahime. "The baby is almost out."
Utahime grunts and Satoru kisses the back of her hand. He's proud that his wife was staying so strong in her own little way. And he was sure that he fell in love with her all over again.
"Are you okay, 'Hime?" He asks. "It's okay to cry if you want."
As she pushes one last time, Utahime smirks at him triumphantly and her eyes shine with a blazing fire. It was a look he would never forget. "I win, Satoru. Now you behave."
Satoru didn't understand what she was saying until he heard a baby's wails echoing in the room. Utahime then blacks out from sheer exhaustion and he turns around to face his newborn.
"Congratulations, it's a healthy baby boy!" The doctor comes up to him with a pair of scissors in hand and the baby. "Would you like to cut the umbilical cord, Gojo-san?"
Satoru lays his eyes on the most adorable baby he had seen in his entire life. His beating heart melted and suddenly his world felt more hopeful.
The baby boy was so small and fragile. Squirming at the blanket that surrounded him and soot with blood that has yet to be wiped off from him. His mouth opens into a small 'o', releasing a loud cry to indicate that he lived.
His son looked like him, and not a single trace of Utahime was seen in the boy’s features. The curve of his nose, high cheekbones, pouty lips, and the white small strands growing on top of his head matching his white long lashes.
As he looks at his son's genitalia while cutting the umbilical cord off…
Satoru Gojo knew that he had lost the bet to his loving wife.
"It's a boy."
Suguru and the rest stare at the baby that Utahime cradled in her arms. For a first-time mother, she was a natural. She was sitting up on the bed with a pillow behind her, not flinching as her baby's gloved hand hit her chest as he shifted.
"Yup." Satoru chuckles at his friends' reactions. It’s one of the best things he has been seeing lately. Minus the fact that he'll have to start behaving in meetings. But since he’s a man of his word, he’ll do that for his wife.
Shoko and Mei Mei with wide eyes, Kiyotaka looks like his soul was flying away from him, Suguru sighs, and Kento was stunned.
Satoru sat at the edge of the bed with a wide beam on his face as his finger caresses the baby's cheek. "We also got a discount at the hospital fees because Utahime was the quietest mother they have attended to."
"And I won," Utahime adds and she sits up straighter after planting a kiss on her child's head. "Pay up, losers."
Team Satoru wordlessly takes money from their pockets and writes down cheques, giving it to the sole member of Team Utahime, Kento Nanami.
The blond man gratefully receives the money and pockets it while the Team Satoru— just Shoko and Mei Mei—glowered at Satoru with a menacing aura.
"Shouldn't have trust the idiot." The brown-haired doctor grumbles.
Mei Mei crosses her arms. "I'll get my refund later."
"What's his name?" Suguru coughs, changing the subject. He already had accepted that he lost. But in exchange, he had proof that his best friend was no match for Utahime.
Satoru and Utahime smile together, facing the luckiest man in the room today. They already decided the name and it placed it on their baby's birth certificate.
Kento's eyebrow arches on the new family. He faced back at them while he drank his coffee. He wonders why he has a bad feeling about this.
"We decided to name our baby boy, Akira Kento Gojo!"
Needless to say after that Kento choked on his coffee in shock. He didn’t like the honor of the strongest sorcerer’s child being named after him, even if was Akira’s second name. He almost wanted to give them the money he had won just to erase it. And the women bullied Satoru to compensate them for their loss.
When all the guests leaves, Satoru observes his two favorite people in the world. His wife and son, Akira.
Utahime hums a lullaby, making Akira yawn and fall asleep. Under the fluorescent lighting of the room, she looked at peace and content. Her eyes formed into crescents as her smile widens. This scene made Satoru weak, never had he thought when he was younger to see this. He always thought that it was impossible until his wife came into his life.
Having a bigger family sounds nicer now.
"Utahime, do you want to make another baby together?" He blurts out while coming up to her.
Satoru could see it, a little girl that looks like Utahime to complete their little family. He wants a little princess to spoil. Of course, Akira also will need a baby sister to love and play with.
Utahime blinks at her husband and shakes her head. "I just gave birth!" She quietly exclaims, horrified. She didn’t want to give birth to another one too soon.
"Come on, it would save the Earth from global warming!"
"No! Human's population is seven billion already! What makes you think adding another child will solve that problem?"
"Then you don't want to give Baby Akira a younger sibling?" He pleads at her with puppy eyes.
"Tsk." Utahime clicks her tongue and adjusts Akira in her arms, making sure that her son's head is comfortable. "I'll think about it."
"Yay!" Satoru wraps one arm around his shoulder and kisses her cheek and down to her collarbone.
"Quiet down, Akira's asleep."
He ignores her warning and pecks her lips for a long time. This was the best. He feels complete with her and their son. Breaking apart, the couple rests their foreheads against one another's, enjoying the tender moment.
"You'll be a great mother Utahime. I love you."
"I love you too, Satoru, and you'll be a great father. I just know it."
"Is that going to be a bet?"
"No."
"Good."
Two years later their family welcomed its newest member, Fumiko Gojo who was a carbon copy of her mother from head to toe. Satoru made sure to dress her up in lots of custom-ordered baby dresses and took pictures to share with everyone. While Utahime and Akira became passive at his ridiculous antics.
Outtake:
“No.” Utahime firmly says as her friends drag her into a studio. She dreaded that this day would come. And it did. “Hell no. Even if it freezes all over.”
“Come on, Mei and I booked the entire studio for you.” Shoko tries to convince Utahime, gently nudging the pregnant woman to take off the bathrobe that covered her. “You promised.”
“Since when?” Utahime holds onto the sash of her bathrobe tighter. “I didn’t make any promise of some sort!”
“It was years ago before you blacked out drunk.” Mei Mei explains as she fiddles with the camera in her hands. “You said that if you got pregnant first, you promised us to take pregnancy pictures of you until you’ll give birth.”
“I was drunk and it doesn’t count!”
“Nope, a promise is a promise.” Shoko suddenly takes off Utahime’s robe magically. Whatever happened in those few seconds, Utahime doesn’t even recall. “Now, pose for us!”
Utahime feels the chill of the air conditioner on her skin. She only wore a simple, white lace lingerie and it did little to keep her warm, exposing her seven-month-old baby bump to her friends. She huffs and sits down on the stool in the middle of the room.
She has no other choice but to roll with this situation to end it.
Utahime tries to remember some of the poses that Shoko had shown her earlier as reference. She then settles for a simple one— her hands on her stomach and one of her feet on the floor as balance while her other rested on the footrest. She smiles at her baby bump, feeling her child kicking.
“That’s perfect, now stay still.” Mei Mei says and Utahime hears a series of flashing clicks. “Gojo is going to shit his pants when he gets his hands on this.”
“Let him pay us a million yen per photo,” Shoko adds. “We want to be rich.”
Utahime laughs and shakes her head at her friends. Satoru would definitely try to just do that. He’s a man who’d willingly spend the entire coffers of the Gojo Clan for a bunch of pictures.
Especially if his pregnant wife was the subject.
