Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Kisses

Hikaru Majima : 16
Ren Majima: 13
Jouko Majima : not born yet, but you're about 36 weeks down the line
(I keep changing their ages I'm sorry asdffjfk)

Another terribly written imagine which doesn't flow and was simply to get an idea/single quote down 

It was so cute, how your boys were so protective of you. After finding out you were pregnant, their protective streak got worse between the two of them, and even worse when their dad chimed in too.
THEN, they found out you were expecting a little girl.

The sixteen year old was practically ordering you to stay put and rest now you were in the third trimester, today's demand being to let him go to one of Kamurocho's Poppo stores instead of you.
If it wasn't him or your younger son, Ren, Nishida was being sent all over on Majima's behalf.
All you'd wanted was to go on a small walk for some fresh air, but both father and son shook their heads viciously, imploring you stay here in Millennium Tower, where it was safe. There was a chance of being mugged or attacked, but Goro was his usual, theatrical self, detailing the various threats that you could run into like zombie skirmishes or ninjas.
Then there was Hikaru, the double of Majima but opposite in personality. He was stoic and quiet, hiding his kind heart from others. He was bossing you round and yelling at you to rest, worried about every little thing you did. You weren't sure if it was just the edgy teenager thing, but you found it funny all the same.

"Sure this is everythin' y'need, Ma?" he asked, the stern tone failing to put you off challenging him. He was the image of Majima with that scowl, frowning at you from beneath long, dark locks.
"Yes, I'm sure, Darling," you replied, hands on your hips. Pinching your son's cheeks, he groaned, attempting to pull away before the goodbye kisses started. "Oh, you're such a sweet boy," you sung with a beaming grin, sending him a deep burgundy. Why were you babying him like this here?
"Heeey! Don't rub it off!" you howled, attracting your husband's gaze to assess the situation. Sighing, he rolled his eye, mocking your squealy tone to Nishida. He couldn't concentrate when you went on like this, but he just didn't feel comfortable leaving you at home with nobody right now, either. He had to remove one of you from the situation and it was going to be the boy.
"Oi, bend over 'n' ledda kiss ya!" he yelled harshly, pointing at his son for extra effect. Hikaru bowed his head with a whine, allowing you to plant a smacker right on his forehead.
"Mom, that's enough, please. Save 'em up for the baby or somethin'."
Stuffing the list into his pants, he turned to leave when you stopped him again.
"Oh, Hikaru-kun! You can't go without money!"
"Haw? No, put it back. Ya don't make enough fer that!" the boy's father barked, getting between you and the handbag. "I'll give him some."
"Don't be silly," you giggled rifling through for some notes.
"Son, c'mere. Nishida'll getcha some bills." Struggling, he pushed you with a bit more force than he wanted in order to make you stop. "Baby, don't make me break yer fingers."
Hikaru receiving a stack of bills from his father to avoid you giving him what little money you had. Majima wasn't as clear to you about his career as he should be. You knew he was a yakuza when you met him and he even had his own gang whilst you raised your boys when they were very young, but you had no idea he still had regular dealings with criminals. It was a wonder he hid behind his construction facade so well since you could always tell when he was lying.
Because of this, he often syphoned off dirty money for the family to Hikaru instead of you, in order to keep your hands clean. The boy was crafty enough to use it without attracting suspicion, and Goro knew that if he ever ran into trouble he would be close by Majima Family.

"Ma," Hikaru called after you, coming over to place a calm hand on your arm and pulling his father from his daydream. "Sit down already. The Old Man's payin', right?" he said, nodding towards Majima.
"Alright," you sighed, smothering him with more affection before he went, which he reluctantly accepted.
"Kid don't realise how lucky he is. That lot get all yer damn kisses these days," Goro complained under his breath, shaking his head with a look of discontent.
You heard of course, shooting a filthy look at him from where you were stood.
Deliberately making flirty eye contact with a smirk, it was difficult not to have the faintest dusting of pink across your cheeks.
"Scrunch yer face up like that 'n it'll stay that way," he teased, making you glare more intensely at him, folding your arms over your swollen middle. "Ay, 'M only windin' ya up, Darlin'." Sometimes, the man went a bit too far, forgetting your hormones were delicate at this stage of pregnancy. "I ain't surprised yer not puckerin' up since he last time ya kissed me, this happened."
Poking your pregnant belly, his gesture made you practically scream.
"Hey! I do kiss you! Th-This is proof!"

Later, the skinny boy strided out with a pile of items from the shop. Some of your cravings were ridiculous. Peanut butter straight from the jar? Gross.
Bumping into something, items rolled all over the street. Immediately, he apologised, bowing his head lowly, but when the kid opened his eyes, he recognised it's shoes.
"Oh, Hey Kiryu-san."
Relief washed over Kiryu's features, thanking the stars it wasn't his usual assailant. Helping pick up the shopping, your son was grateful to him. Unusually panicked, he finally greeted the younger boy properly. Kiryu knew you and your children from his countless dealings with Majima, both good and bad.
"Hikaru-kun," he chuckled, smiling in embarrassment. "I apologise for knocking you. You scared me, since... You look more like your father every day."
The younger Majima didn't really take kindly to this comment, but he understood why. Apparently his father had been pretty wacky a few years ago, chasing Kiryu and trying to kill him. "But it's good to see you. How come you're carrying all this without a bag?"
"Didn't think about it. Mom's at the office so if I take too long she'll freak out."
"Let me help you then," the older man smiled, offering his strength.
"Thanks, Kiryu-san."
"How come your mother's in town?"
Handing some shopping to his superior, Hikaru began to explain a little more.
"'Cause my old man's overprotective of her anyway but... Now she's having my little sister he's gone overly weird."
"Little sister... Your Mom's pregnant?!"
"He not tell ya? Jesus... He don't shut up about it."
Hikaru was so much like his father and it amused Kiryu.

"Kiryu-san, it's been forever!" you beamed, throwing your arms round his neck to hug your old friend.
"Y/N-kun, it was so great to run into Hikaru-kun. He's so much more grown up than the last time I saw him."
"He's such a good boy, isn't he?"
Majima scowled from beside you, gesturing for Kiryu to come back into the quiet to talk.
You were preoccupied with your son and the shopping when your man placed his hand on your arm to rouse you.
"Me 'n' Kiryu-chan are gonna go for a li'l chat- Yer gonna be alright with Nishida, ain't ya?"
"Of course I am," you scoffed, folding your arms. "I'll be right here with Hikaru-kun."

Back in the other room, Kiryu balled his fist as he scolded his friend. He had explained about some construction plans almost being stolen, and several family members being attacked over them.
"Why the hell have you got her up here if that's the case, Majima-No-Niisan?!"
"Keep it down! The lady's got damn bat ears." There was a pause, your husband looking over with a longing gaze. "I take my eye off her, she ain't safe. Why'd ya think I let you off the hook, huh?" he garbled, flicking the man's rock hard chest with his fingers.
"I guess you have left me alone for quite a while." Kiryu thought on.

Did this mean Kaoru wasn't safe when his back was turned?

"Everyone in this town knows me. One look at her with me or the boy 'n' they'll know her too. I know Hikaru can fight, since I taught him myself. But she'll try 'n' I ain't lettin' it get to that point. Not when she's close to poppin'. Not ever."