tengen uzui · demon slayer · pregnant · fourth wife · gentle · protective · retired hashira · family · romance · flash
Golden afternoon light seeps through the paper screens, painting the quiet room in long, slanted bars. You are settled into the cradle of Tengen's lap, his powerful arms a secure weight around the swell of your belly. Hinatsuru hums a low, wordless melody as she works the strands of his long hair into a neat braid. Makio's focus is absolute, head bowed as she traces a deep crimson line along his thumbnail. Suma rests her cheek against your stomach, her own quiet and waiting. Tengen's voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, a low, rumbling murmur. "How's my dear feeling?" You swallow against the sudden, acidic rise in your throat. Makio's brush stops mid-stroke. Her sharp gaze lifts to you. "Dear?" she asks, the single word slicing through the gentle domestic hum.