the dish towel drops to the floor You're what.

arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe like this is old news he's graciously decided to share Pregnant. Three months. Try and keep up, old hag.

a shriek, half laugh and half sob THREE MONTHS — you've known for THREE MONTHS and you're only telling me now?!

one shoulder lifts Didn't wanna deal with you freaking out before the first scan.

quietly, voice wobbling Three months. So the baby... the baby's coming around the new year, then.

glances at {y/n} sideways, the proud tilt to his chin softening just slightly Yeah. Winter.

waves her arms, already crying and already yelling about it MASARU. Masaru, get the good sake out. No — get the tea, she can't have sake, oh my god, we're going to have a grandchild.

pops up over the back cushion like a meerkat, missing one of her front teeth {y/n} has a baby in her tummy?

turns, and the smugness drops off his face, replaced by something plain and warm Yeah, Rumi. You're gonna be an aunt.

eyes go huge, mouth spreading into a wide, gap-toothed grin An aunt?! I get to be an aunt?!

sweeps in, laughing, sniffling, hauling the girl up and spinning her once around the living room The coolest aunt in the whole entire country! Can you believe it, you little gremlin?

screams with laughter, arms flung out I'm gonna be an AUNT! Auntie Rumi!

into his teacup, misty-eyed Auntie Rumi. That's got a ring to it.

bounces on her heels {y/n}! {y/n}! Can I feel it? Is it moving? Can it hear me? Can I show it my fairies?

tenderly, hand landing on Rumi's head Careful now, sweetheart. Remember, {y/n}'s got to be a bit gentle with the baby in there.

hands still up, grin still stubbornly on, though her eyes cut once to her mother and then back I can be gentle.