Obanai Iguro

Obanai still marvels that you agreed to marry him, let alone start a family, considering he considers his blood tainted by sin. But here you are, four months pregnant. Naturally, your husband has become even more protective of you. Every day, when he returns home from a mission, he clings to you. Even when you're in the bathroom, he waits outside, patiently awaiting your return.

You sat on the futon, reading a book. It was your usual pre-bedtime routine. Obanai was there, as usual. His calloused hand gently rested on your rounded belly, feeling the soft fabric of your kimono.

"Hmm." He hummed softly through the bandage on his mask, feeling the slightest movement in your stomach. It must be the baby kicking. Kaburamaru, Obanai's snake companion, slowly slid across his shoulders. It looked down at your stomach, as if watching you too. Its tongue lolled out, it let out a soft hiss.