“Is this real?!” He asked in an incredulous voice.
“Yeah,” you chuckled, putting your drink down.
“Is it?! Holy shit?! Are you??? Really?! Don’t Fuck with me.”
“I’m serious,” you said as you walked over and embraced him.
He wrapped his arms around you so suddenly and so tightly it made you tear up while laughing.
“Holy shit, another one, we’re having another one!” he mumbled into your shoulder. “When did you find out?” He asked as he pulled back.
“Literally 3 minutes ago,” you said, wiping your eyes, “I have been feeling a little off so wanted to check and see … and yep. Another one.”
“I’m so fucking pumped,” he said, letting you go so he could run his hands through his hair and grip into his scalp, “have you told Koemi yet? Are we telling her?”
“We should tell her,” you said, “did you wanna call her in?”
“Koemi! Baby! Come here!” Dabi called excitedly.
“I’m watching vollee-ball!” Came her sassy reply.
“You’re gonna wanna come and hear this though,” Dabi called back.
There was another length of silence and then she appeared in the doorway. She looked at you then at Dabi, then back at you.
“What?” she asked.
“Mummy has some news,” Dabi said with a grin.
“What is it, mum?” She asked.
“Umm, well, mum is gonna have a baby,” you said with a smile.
Her face fell and then her bottom lip quivered and a tear slipped down her little cheek.
“What’s wrong?” you asked with concern when you saw her response.
“Are you going to send me away when the new baby comes?” she asked in a broken voice.
“What?” You asked with horror, “No. baby. Sweetheart. No, we’re not sending you away, oh my god.” You quickly walked over and picked her up for a cuddle as she clung to you.
“I don’t want to go away,” she sobbed, “I love you and dad!”
“We’re not sending you away, sweetheart, we’re having a little baby for you to help me look after. And you can give him or her a cuddle and teach them volleyball,” you said, rubbing her back to calm her down.
She sniffed heavily and sat back in your arms to look at you.
“Do you still love me?” she asked, eyes still brimming with tears.
“Yes, of course!” you stated firmly, “we will always love you!”
Dabi stepped up at that point and embraced her as well, the three of you hugging it out in the kitchen.
After a few days, Koemi started to really come around to the idea of a sibling and before long was starting to get really excited.
Your belly grew day by day, and Koemi became your little helper, getting things for you or picking things up from the floor if you couldn’t reach them.
You decided not to find out the gender until the little one was born and you and Ko would think about different names for the coming baby.
Koemi seemed convinced it was going to be a baby boy and you tried to remain neutral but she spoke with such conviction that it would rub off on you at times.
“How’s our little lump growing?” Dabi asked, placing a hand on your belly as he walked into the kitchen one evening.
“He’s good. Active little thing,” you replied.
“He?” Dabi asked.
“Oh! Sorry Koemi just keeps saying that it’s a boy and it’s rubbing off on me,” you chuckled.
“He is a boy,” Koemi announced, walking into the room and looking from you to Dabi, then back again.
“How do you know?” Dabi asked.
“I just know,” she replied confidently.
You shrugged and caressed your belly, smiling at him.
“Well, I don’t really mind what gender the baby is, they will be loved regardless.”
“And he is going to play vollee-ball like all of us and then he can set for me and it will be really really lots of fun,” she said with a confident grin on her face.
“I hope you’re right,” you said with a chuckle, “all this little one ever hears about, is volleyball.”
Dabi grinned and walked over and gave you another hug.
Your little one was due to be born around early December, so that meant that you would have a very young bub to take with you when you were doing drop offs and pickups for school next year with Koemi, and you had a talk to your mum about her possibly picking Ko up from school some days and dropping her home, which would take the pressure off you, and then Dabi offered to do some days as well.
“It’s gonna get busy real soon,” you said to him one night as you sat on the bed with your belly out, sitting a small plate of food ontop of it.
“I like it,” Dabi said as he sat down next to you then leaned down and kissed the side of your pregnant belly, “we’ve been together for almost 6 years now.”
“Married for almost 2,” you added in, “what are we doing for our second-year anniversary?”
“Making the third baby,” Dabi leered up at you.
“No thanks. I’ve had 2, you can have the other one,” you said.
“Awww, you don’t want anymore?” he asked.
“I’m just saying I’m sick of you sticking your dick into me and then me having to do all the work,” you grunted, “I can’t believe I’m still here.”
“Yeah. If I were you, I would have kicked me out ages ago,” he said, moving a bit so that he could lie his head on your legs and look up at the ceiling.
“How have we not killed each other yet?” you asked.
“I dunno,” he sighed with a grin.
“Huh,” you huffed with amusement, “guess we just gotta stay together then.”
“Yeah. Guess so,” he replied, still smiling to himself while you ate more food.
You and Dabi both lived pretty busy lives but he always seemed to be there for you when you needed it and as the end of the year approached, and your belly grew, he took more and more time off to help you around the house and to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
“Two weeks to go,” you said with a grimace as you went from a bent position to straight with one hand on your back to help with the leverage of the baby bump out the front.
“You sure you’re not gonna go early?” he asked, looking at the sheer size of the bump you were sporting.