“But?” You half sobbed, half laughed at the Dick Fungus joke he had made, “but… chips…”
“Stay here, I’ll get your chips.” He got out of bed in a huff and marched down the stairs to get them for you.
You were still awake, amazingly, when Dabi arrived back in the bedroom and he handed you the open packet before falling back into bed beside you.
He fell asleep to the sounds of you crunching away on the chips and in the morning woke to find you out to it, with crumbs all around your mouth and the packet of chips on the floor- with the contents spilled everywhere.
“This beautiful mess… what the fuck am I going to do with you…” He leaned down and gently kissed your cheek before walking silently out of the room.
He had practice early that day and arrived with an elaborate handshake to Fueji.
“Sup,” Fueji greeted brightly.
“Man. I know you don’t have a girl yet but don’t get her knocked up. Mine is a mental case.”
“Bro. She decided to settle with you. She was a mental case before you pumped her up.”
“Shut up,” Dabi chuckled, heading into the gym with him, “she was asking me stupid hypothetical questions at 4am and then fell asleep eating chips like a fucking 3 year old in a high chair.”
Fueji cackled. “Yeah… I think I’ll stay single.”
“Wise,” Dabi replied, picking up a volleyball from the floor and dropping his gym bag on the side of the court before lobbing the ball up and jumping up to spike it.
All of that confusion about your outburst, concerns for the future, and lack of sleep angst, melted away as his hand connected with the ball.
“Ahhh, almost as good as bending my girl over and railing her from behind,” he said in a relieved voice as he watched the ball rebound heavily off the back wall.
“It’s like that, is it?” Fueji asker with a smirk.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m stoked about becoming a dad but shits hard at the moment,” he sighed, accepting another ball from Fueji’s hand.
“How much longer have you got to go?” Fueji asked, watching Dabi smack the ball across the net again.
“We’re over half way,” Dabi replied, opening and closing his hand to enjoy the sting of where he had whacked the ball.
“Hang in there, Bro, you’re doing a good job,” Fueji said sympathetically, passing him another ball, “make this one hit the back wall like it’s trying to escape through it.”
“You got it,” Dabi replied with a smirk, taking the ball and jumping up to hit it with all his might.
The ball went up, down, and was shot across the net faster than it ever had before and Dabi sighed again with relief.
“Thanks Hanta,” Dabi said gratefully to his friend.
“Anytime,” the grey haired team mate replied.
Time clicked onwards and everything was going smoothly… you were now close to the 35 week mark and starting to feel the pressure in your lower back while working.
“Ugh,” you grunted as you bent down and picked up a packet that had fallen into the aisle.
“You shouldn’t bend over when you’re so heavily pregnant!” and older lady gasped as she waddled over to help you.
“Oh. Thank you, but I’m ok,” you replied with a smile.
“No, no, I won’t have it, you’re definitely having a girl I can see by the way you’re carrying and girls will always strain your back,” she said knowingly, “when you get home, make yourself a milk drink with cinnamon in it and after each mouthful breath deeply and let your breath go with a loud sigh, this will cleanse your body of the tension.”
“Uhhhh… ok?” you hummed, pressing your hands into your lower back and pushing on your spine to straighten yourself, “thank you I’ll give it a try.”
And so, when you had finished work that day, and Dabi had picked you up and bought you home, you went to the fridge and poured yourself a glass of milk and grabbed a cinnamon stick from the spice rack and sat it in the milk then placed it in the microwave.
“What’cha want for dinner, baby?” Dabi asked, walking into the kitchen with his phone in hand.
He paused when he heard the microwave running and looked up at you.
“Oh? Are you cooking up noddles or something?”
“Umm… no, I just heated up a glass of milk with a cinnamon stick in it,” you said sheepishly.
Just then the microwave finished and beeped loudly, so you turned your attention to it and opened the door then removed the glass and glanced at Dabi while he watched you quietly.
“Umm… yeah, this lady… said it was good for stuff,” you said vaguely, turning to the sink to grab a spoon from the drawer and swirl the cinnamon stick around before removing it.
Dabi was still watching on with confusion as you removed the stick and sniffed at the glass of hot milk before tasting it gingerly.
“Hot,” you commented to him before taking another sip.
Dabi was still looking and you gave him a side glance before you exhaled sharply with your mouth open.
This sudden exhale made him jump and he stepped back a bit with one arm up ready to fight if something went wild.
You took another sip then swallowed and let out another loud exhale and he stepped back even further which made you laugh.
“What are you doing?” You laughed.
“What in the tribal voodoo shit is this?” he asked as he fearfully watched you take another sip and repeat the exhale.
“I’m cleansing of tension,” you said and did it again.
“You’re gonna exhale your soul if you’re not careful?” he said, well and truly spooked by your performance.
“Can you just go and leave me be?” you asked with a chuckle, “I’m doing my thing here.”
“Ok, Imma order pizza and if you and your spirits wanna come and join me I’ll be in the lounge room.”
“Yes, daddy,” you replied nonchalantly as you took another sip.
Dabi shook his head and left to order pizza while you drank you milk and exhaled into the sink.
You did feel better, weirdly enough, but didn’t make a habit of doing your weird milk drink breathing into the sink thing when Dabi was around to watch, as he seemed completely weirded out by it.
Time continued on and all too soon the due day for your little one was coming up. Pregnancy hadn’t been too bad but your lower legs were starting to get a little swollen and everything hurt so you were looking forward to having her.
“Due tomorrow,” Dabi commented from beside you on the lounge, “don’t forget to have the baby.”
“Piss off,” you grunted with annoyance, you would have loved to have had the baby already but unfortunately you didn’t get much of a say in it as babies had a habit of coming out whenever they chose.
Dabi chuckled and leaned over to give you a kiss but got your hand in his face the closer his lips got into your personal bubble.
“Awww,” he pouted against your hand, “no kiss?”
“Not with that attitude,” you replied, “making fun of a pregnant women isn’t going to get you any brownie points…”