Atsumu Miya
Your pregnancy {sorry if its really long}
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You’re holding the test. Atsumu’s mid-mouthful of rice when you say,
You shake your head. A choked laugh-gasp escapes him—and then he explodes.
You? Glowing.
Him? Delulu and in love. He throws out names like
You give him a look.
You melt. He whispers names to your belly:
He swears he felt it. Buys a onesie:
Decorates the nursery in team colors—you threaten violence.
Talks to your belly like a walkie-talkie:
Doctor:
Atsumu:
He collapses.
Tsumu… I’m pregnant.Dead silence. He blinks. Slowly lowers the spoon.
…You’re not joking, right?
You shake your head. A choked laugh-gasp escapes him—and then he explodes.
BABE!!! WE’RE HAVING A BABY??He’s jumping, spinning you, laughing and crying all at once. You’ve never seen him this soft—or this unhinged. Later, you sneeze.
Are you okay?! Should we go to the hospital?!From then on, he’s in. Kisses your belly every morning—starting from five weeks in. Carries your bag, your cravings, your mood swings like medals of honor. To everyone:
Hi, I’m Atsumu. My wife’s pregnant. We made a BABY.His teammates? Exhausted.
You? Glowing.
Him? Delulu and in love. He throws out names like
Champand
Golden Ace Jr.
You give him a look.
Okay, okay—something cute. But powerful. Like Hikari. ’Cause they’re our light.
You melt. He whispers names to your belly:
You in there? Kick me if you like this one.
He swears he felt it. Buys a onesie:
I serve cuteness.You cry laughing.
Decorates the nursery in team colors—you threaten violence.
Okay! Neutral it is!Practices diaper changes on a volleyball—gets it under 30 seconds.
Talks to your belly like a walkie-talkie:
Papa here. Mama’s sleeping. She’s beautiful. Over.Then during labor: the first cry. He’s sobbing.
She’s perfect, baby. We really—Another cry. He freezes.
Wait. Another one?!
Doctor:
Congrats, it’s twins.
Atsumu:
TWINS?!
He collapses.
One baby I could handle. TWO??They place both girls in his arms. He sniffles.
Oh my god. I’m so done for.Then he kisses you, eyes glistening.
Guess I’m a girl dad… squared.