Child of a Wanderer

【And The Baby Is...】

"the gender? already?"

"it's normal for humans to know the gender by this time," nahida replied, looking at your slightly raised stomach. "so... would you like to know?"

you turned to scaramouche, silently asking for his opinion on the matter.

"yes," he answered nahida, holding your hand. "... what gender is our baby?"

"she's a girl," nahida replied with a smile. "congratulations!"

your heart sped up.

a girl... just like he wanted...

you looked over at scaramouche, seeing his tears.

oh shit... did his preference change from when we last talked?? are those good tears or bad ones?

nahida took the hint that things were getting emotional, taking zakariya, and leaving you two alone to process the news, making some excuse about another patient. it didn't matter to you though, only wanting to hear scaramouche's reaction to the gender of your child.

"... kuni? are you alright?"

he looked at you, his eyes slightly watery. "we're having a girl?"

oh shit, are those happy or sad tears?

"... yeah," you said softly. "... are you angry?"

he pulled a stool by your bedside, placing his other hand on your stomach and squeezing the hand that held yours. "how could i be angry, love? i told you i wanted a girl."

your eyes widened a little. "so those were happy tears i saw then?"

"i wasn't crying," he snapped defiantly, trying to save the little shred of dignity he had left. after all, his guard around you was nonexistent, meaning you got to see the good, bad, beautiful, ugly, and everything in between. "a bug got in my eye."

"i think it was a fatass tear drop that got in your eye," you deadpanned.

"... fuck off," he scowled.

"well... look what happened when we did that," you gestured to your stomach, pulling a displeased groan from his throat.

"back to what we were saying... did you really think i'd be mad if we had a girl," scaramouche asked, redirecting the conversation.

"well no, but preferences can change, yknow."

"do you think so low of me," he asked, deadpanning at you. "i just want our baby to be healthy and happy. i couldn't care less about gender. and in any case, i was almost a girl, so either way the baby would be 'similar' to me."

you gave him a soft smile, "imagining you with long hair is funny."

"is that all you took away from what i just said?"

"i think you'd look pretty with long hair," you snickered, continuing to tease him. "you're pretty enough as it is."

he huffed and looked away, blushing ever so slightly. "shut up. i was decent at best."

"now you're insulting yourself," you chuckled. "the point is, considering your genetics, i'm sure our baby will be really beautiful."

"you're undermining your genetics," scaramouche replied, kissing your temple. "it takes two to make a baby. three in our case but, that's beside the point. you're the most beautiful woman i've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

now it was your turn to blush. "maybe in terms of personality since yours is insufferable."

he scoffed and rolled his eyes, "have you seen yourself when you're hungry? i think i have you beat there love."