[ Not for much longer, at least. Soon enough, he'll have the chance to inform his wife and hopefully voice all of the thoughts that have already been racing through his mind, too.
Though she teeters between wakefulness and slumber, that tentative yet gentle touch over her stomach stirs her well enough. Eyes fluttering open, it takes her a moment to realize where she is, and who she's with. Hadn't Satoru gone out with Taichi? And hadn't she been in the middle of dusting shelves when she...
When she felt a dizzy spell (non-literal) wash over her... Oh, no. And now she's here, in their room, with Satoru kneeling at their bedside like a worried-sick husband would be. ]
Satoru...?
[ Ah... he's going to give her an earful, she's sure— ]
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Though she teeters between wakefulness and slumber, that tentative yet gentle touch over her stomach stirs her well enough. Eyes fluttering open, it takes her a moment to realize where she is, and who she's with. Hadn't Satoru gone out with Taichi? And hadn't she been in the middle of dusting shelves when she...
When she felt a dizzy spell (non-literal) wash over her... Oh, no. And now she's here, in their room, with Satoru kneeling at their bedside like a worried-sick husband would be. ]
Satoru...?
[ Ah... he's going to give her an earful, she's sure— ]
I'm sorry...