Husband!sukuna Who Just Got Back From The Hospital, Has Amnesia, And A Cast On His Leg. | One Shot +

Every single time I look back at my failures, the steps I've taken that have led me down a less-than-ideal path... the mistakes I've made that weigh heavily on my mind, I remember one thing that eases my guilt. That any low I have fallen to or may fall to, I know I will never fumble the bag as hard as this jackass:

Actual fucking dumbass. This douche had Mizu herself giving up her path of revenge to settle down and rear horses with him. She loved him, actually fucking loved him and gave herself wholeheartedly, and he gets scared 'cuz his badass bride wiped the floor with him in a spar.

Remember folks, you can fail as many times in this godforsaken life we have, but you will never be as big of a failure as this dick.

Y/n: *holding the baby* nine months in my womb....making me suffer.....

Satoru: :3

Y/n: *looking down at the baby* and you look like your stupid father....

The baby: :3

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SERIES

a typical family

ONESHOTS

house rules (roommate au)

choso has you in the meanest mating press, knees pressed to your chest and the most lewd expression on your face. choso just keeps bullying his cock in you. a mix of yours and his spent sullying the sheets below you both. mind blanking and whirring in pleasure. you’re barely pushing his shoulders, shaking from how sensitive you were, but he just presses his hips harder against yours whining, “no no baby please, y’told me i could fill you up, ‘m gon’ make you feel s’good, mhm?”

he’s whining and gripping your thighs so hard, you think it might just leave some nasty bruises but he really can’t help it. he just feels so good, you feel so good. he digs his face into your neck, his panting breaths roll down your skin as he grinds his cock into you. “‘m gonna cum fuck please—“ he’s babbling and almost crying from how good you make him feel. “hngg— you feel— fuck! feel so good, baby— y’feel so good— fuck please!” at this point choso doesn’t even know why he’s saying please, its as if he’s asking for mercy for how good he feels. it’s too much.

with how sensitive you are, you try pushing his shoulders back, wanting a break from his cock abusing its way into you. “choso— mm, please, can’t—!”

“no! you can, baby, please—“ he sobs, “please, one more!” his hands move to your hands gripping his shoulders, he holds them in place above your head and snaps his hips harder, letting out a choked moan as your walls try to push him out from how much you’re clenching.

you turn your head to the side, burying it in the pillow below you as your mind goes hazy from the pleasure, feeling that familiar warmth spreading in your abdomen. but choso doesn’t seem to like that as he leans into you and nudges your head to face him.

“look at me, baby, please.” he pants, his hips snapping against yours in a sloppy rhythm. “need t’see you when you cum.”

tears well into your eyes as you try to keep your half-lidded eyes trained onto his. you squirm around as you feel that tight coil in your stomach. “mm— choso— oh fuck, please. gon’ cum.”

“mhm, cum for me baby, yeah?” he moans out, pressing your lower stomach down with his free hand. it makes you thrash around as his tip hits that spot, gasping as your orgasm hits you like a train.

choso growls as he slots his lips on to yours and slides his tongue in your mouth. you cry out as you try to push him away. wanting to breath, but with the way he’s pushing his cock deeper, chasing his high, and shoving his tongue down your throat, your already fuzzy head turns woozy as you’re deprived of oxygen.

you turn your head away, gasping for air. choso whines at the loss of your lips and chases after you. “mphh— no no wait baby one more kiss,” his tongue slipping into your mouth once more, groaning at your pathetic whines. he lets out a final whine as he spills into you, fucking you well and slowly losing pace to a stop as he sits inside your walls.

he pulls away and stares as you gasp out for air, letting out a grunt of pleasure as you shake. he runs his hands on your thighs, to your stomach, satisfied with how much he’s filled you.

he rubs his thumb against your tummy as he pushes it slightly making you jump and push his hands away at the over sensitivity of it all.

“shh baby you’re ok.” he breathes out, rubbing at your skin as you come down from your high. he hums softly as he moves you to your side and holds you in his arms, making sure he sits right inside you still.

“my baby, was s’good.” choso mutters as he kisses your head, his fingers massaging the back of your head gently. you nuzzle against his chest as you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

choso silently rubs your back as your tired eyes close and you slowly drift to sleep. his eyes drag over your face, then down to your stomach where he splays his hand over it.

he really could never get enough of filling your cute cunt up.

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alright that’s that for my annual post LOL do what yall wanna do with this one, chat. i’ll see you in the next one or something ✌️

 𖹭 cw mildly suggestive, severely silly, fluff, mdni

    〢bad habits | jjk x reader smau | est relationship ft. gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, sukuna you've recently moved in together & your habits disturb them

When youre sick, it means you AND your boyfriend are sick.

Because God forbid Yuuji ever stays out of your personal bubble.

You got sick on a mission— your own fault, honestly— and truth be told, Yuuji wouldn't have caught the sickness if it weren't for you. The guy has an immune system so strong it's borderline unfair. Seriously, his body fights off germs like it's been training for the Olympics. You, on the other hand… not so much.

But did he listen to your very reasonable and life-saving rules? Of course not. No coming near. No touching. No hugging. And for the love of everything holy, NO KISSING.

He broke all four within the first thirty minutes.

When you dozed off, fever overtaking your body, Yuuji decided you needed snuggling— partly because he pitied your poor state, but mostly because he missed you. (It had been four hours. FOUR HOURS. Poor boy, how could you be so cruel?)

You know he kissed you in your sleep, because you woke up with your lips swollen and numb (pretty sure fevers don't cause that!).

Your suspicions are confirmed when you realize there's another body pressed against you. Warm skin. Naked skin. And, oh, is that your shirt riding up?

"Yuu- w-wha—"

You hear a sniffle from behind you, and it clicks.

That absolute idiot.

"You—"

"Shhhh," he whines, his voice muffled and pitiful. "head hurts, baby."

If you weren’t half-dead, you'd smack him. Instead, you groan, noticing just how hot it is under the covers.

"Yuu... get off. It's too hot—"

"No!" He burrows even closer, and you feel like you're about to combust. His skin is practically on fire.

"Yuuji, you're—"

You yelp as your shirt slides up further, cold air prickling your bare skin— what the hell is he doing? He pulls your shirt off for good, throwing it across the room— and for the love of god you're about to complain until you feel his unnaturally bodyheat pressed against your back— you yelp out loud, partly because of the shock and partly because of the literal fire embracing you.

Left in nothing but your bra, you can't even finish your thought before he pulls the blanket back over the both of you, cocooning you like a furnace-wrapped burrito.

He's latched onto you like some clingy, fevered parasite.

What happens after that is a blur. Fever dreams and tangled limbs, until you get woken up to the faint orange glow of sunset. But you're not alone.

Wait. You're getting woken up?

"What the hell am I looking at?"

"She's going to suffocate. Help me, you idiot!"

You crack one sore eye open and see two very familiar silhouettes; Nobara and Megumi standing at the foot of your bed, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"'Bara, no—" you croak.

"Oh my GOD, Yuuji, why the fuck are you naked?!" Nobara screeches.

"Mmmnot naked… 's comfy," Yuuji mumbles into your shoulder, oblivious.

You whimper, "s-shut up. Too loud."

Megumi and Nobara, bless them, try their best to pry Yuuji off you. But he's got his arms wrapped around you like his life depends on it, and not even Nobara's death threats can break his grip.

Hopeless, Nobara turns to Megumi. "Well? What do we do? They're disgusting."

"We take care of them," Megumi sighs, aging five years by the pure look of you two.

And so it begins. While Yuuji snores into your neck, Nobara plops a wet rag on the back of his head, grumbling under her breath, and Megumi practically forces ibuprofen past your lips. You're too out of it to argue, so you let them do as they please.

Nobara muttering, "God, they stink. They need a shower. Like, soon."

You frown, groggy, "Didn't think I'd live to hear you, Bara, of all people, tell me 'm stinky."

"You're not! He is!" she snaps, "and he's putting all that filth on you. Yuuji, get off my girl!"

"Mnnooooooo," Yuuji groans, pulling you tighter.

"AGGHHhh— SHUT UP!" you moan back, writhing in his arms, though it only makes him hold you closer.

Megumi just stares at the two of you with dead eyes, mumbling something about this being stupid.

Nobara, meanwhile, has had enough, "Yuuji Itadori, if you don't let her go—"

"I'll die without her," pink-haired idiot protests weakly.

"You'll die because of her at this rate!"

You want to defend yourself, really, but you're too feverish, too exhausted, and too tangled up with Yuuji to care. For now, you resign yourself to the chaos, hoping the fever burns itself out before Nobara does.

Eventually, your two friends give up and leave you and the boy to stew in your own misery. It's a 'their problem, not ours' situation now.

You don't remember much after that— just the warm press of Yuuji's body and the haze of sleep tugging at you. It's blissfully quiet. Peaceful, even. Until—

BANG.

The door flies open, and the sharp overhead light floods the room.

"GOOD EVENING, MY DARLINGS— wait, what the—"

Gojo stops dead in his tracks.

There's a moment of silence as his eyes adjust to the dim room and he takes in the scene before him. You, curled up in a tangle of blankets, half-asleep and visibly feverish. Yuuji, shirtless and draped over you like an overprotective golden retriever that's also on fire. The oppressive heat in the room is borderline suffocating.

"Oh. Oh no," the man panics, his sunglasses sliding down his nose, "nope. Not dealing with this."

And just like that, he steps back out of the room and slams the door shut.

Gojo storms into the kitchen, where Megumi is chopping vegetables and Nobara is scrolling on her phone.

"Explain," he demands, pointing a finger in the direction of your room, "what the hell is going on in there?!"

Nobara glances up lazily. "They're sick. Yuuji's being a clingy idiot, as usual."

"And you just… left them like that? Wont they like, dunno, die?"

Megumi shrugs, pouring the chopped vegetables into a pot. "We tried. You think we want to deal with this? They're literally out of it. She can barely speak and—"

"—he's stinking up the room AND her—" Nobara interrupts, to which the raven-haired guy rolls his eyes,

"—we can't do anything. Not if they're like this."

"Literally inseparable," Nobara sighs, "we tried everything. Pulling him off. Bribing him. Threatening him with death. Nothing works."

Gojo raises an eyebrow. "Well, they're going to have to separate eventually. They need food, don't they?"

Nobara snorts. "Good luck with that. Unless you're planning to feed them through a tube."

Megumi sighs, grabbing a ladle. "I'm making soup. Yuuji taught me the recipe. If anyone can get her to eat, it's him. Probably while he's still glued to her side."

You wake up groggily to the smell of something warm and savory. Blinking, you groan softly, realizing Yuuji is still wrapped around you like a koala. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing slow and even.

"Ugh… what…?" you mumble, your voice hoarse.

"Wake up, lovebirds," Nobara's voice rings out as she and Megumi step into the room, bowls in hand. "We brought food. Megumi cooked it. Be grateful."

Yuuji stirs behind you, groaning like a wounded animal, "mmm... smells good…"

"—yeah, it's your recipe you idio—"

You're groaing— Yuuji is still clinging to you, and you're not sure how either of you is supposed to eat like this.

"Okay," the girl says, hands on her hips, "how the hell are we doing this?”

Megumi rolls his eyes, "You're the one who wanted to bring it to them. Figure it out."

"Y..you cooked it— ugh, fine. Yuuji!" she barks, "Let go of her so she can eat!"

"Nooooo," Yuuji whines, burying his face deeper into your neck, "feed her. ‘m tired."

"Feed her?!" Nobara repeats, "What are we, her servants?"

You groan, half-mumbling, "Bara, I love you, but shut up. Too loud…"

Megumi pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing as he holds the bowl, "We're wasting time. Here." He holds out a spoonful of soup toward you.

"Wait," Nobara snaps, "You're just gonna feed her? Do you have no self respect, Fushiguro? I mean I never knew you'd go that low—"

"Do you want her to die?" Said boy deadpans.

The girl blinks.

"Ugh, fine. But don't expect me to do it for him." She gestures to Yuuji, her mouth crinkling up in disgust (are you two really that stinky??).

You reluctantly open your mouth, letting Megumi feed you. Yuuji perks up slightly at the sight, his head tilting as if he's suddenly remembering something important.

"Megumi," he mumbles. "spoon."

Megumi stares at him, unimpressed, "what?"

"Spoon," your boyfriend repeats, holding out one hand without letting go of you.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Nobara mutters, shoving a spoon into Yuuji's hand.

Balancing his chin on your shoulder, the boy awkwardly starts feeding you from the same bowl, muttering little words of encouragement as he does.

"Good job, baby. So proud of you," he says softly, kissing your temple in between bites.

"You're so annoying," you croak, though you lean into the kiss anyway.

"I'd die for you," he mumbles dramatically, nuzzling your neck.

"Oh, my God," Nobara groans, storming out of the room, "I can't. I literally can't."

Megumi just sighs, deciding to leave Yuuji to the task of eating.

But he bring another bowl anyway. To shut you two up, of course. Hes not there to take care of you- and hes certainly not worried!... Wait, maybe you need a wet rag too-

quick little fic before I release something bigger :3

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The SECOND I read “no happy ending” or “ambiguous ending” I am SCROLLING!!

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BABY DON'T YOU CRY

“say ‘i’m the man!’”

eren’s voice carries down the hall, boisterous and loud as it easily reaches every corner of your small one bedroom apartment.

you furrow your brows and glance in the general direction of the sound, but decide to ignore it and continue on with breakfast—gathering a dollop of strawberry jam on your knife before spreading it onto a piece of toast.

you’d rather not know what the two of them are up to, eren and your two year old son that is. he’s supposed to be getting the kid ready for the day, but whether or not that’s actually happening is a different story.

“i’m da man!” his little voice repeats the sentence—not quite as powerful as his dad, but still loud enough to find your ears.

“louder!” eren shouts, and you immediately drop what you’re doing to head towards them.

your slippers scuff against the floor as you shuffle down the hall, following the source of sound until it leads you just outside the bathroom door. you nudge it with your foot, causing it to creep open and reveal the duo—your son, who’s standing on the counter, and eren, who—at the very least, is holding onto him.

“hi,” eren grins, prompting his mini me to do the same. you note the atrocious man bun, well, little man bun your son is sporting—hair haphazardly pulled together at the back of his head.

eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he mumbles, “he’s the man.”

“oh yeah?” a smile tugs at your own lips—every ounce of authority you waltzed over here with threatening to vanish into thin air as you look at your little family. nevertheless, someone has to enforce the rules around here. “well, tell the man that if he doesn’t keep it down, he’s not getting any chocolate milk with his breakfast.”

the two of them exchange a glance, an identical look of concern—real and genuine from your son, dramatic and over the top from your fiancé.

“should we go eat?” eren whispers to him, naively expecting him to follow in his footsteps again.

“yeah!” your son yells, excitement filling his eyes at the mention of his all time favourite beverage. he sets a new record every time he chugs a glass, and always gets a kick out of the little moustache he gets afterwards—loving that he looks like dad.

“buddy,” eren laughs as he lightly cups a hand over the toddler’s mouth. “shhh, quiet okay? you heard the boss, no chocolate milk if you yell.”

your son puts his hand over his own mouth and nods his head, prompting eren to lift him onto the floor and send him scurrying off into the kitchen—little feet padding against the hardwood.

“what the hell?” you say, keeping your voice low to ensure your baby doesn’t hear. “it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, why are you shouting?”

“hey, i’m instilling confidence in him,” he pouts, having heard you mention something along those lines once or twice—about how important it is for him to be proud of who he is.

“eren,” you sigh, because you know he means well—he wants nothing but the absolute best for your son too, which is why he more or less lets him do as he pleases.

he encourages him to jump around and dance to his favourite songs, and doesn’t care that he gets marker all over his face when he colours. he’ll give him bear paws before dinner, and hold his hand as the two of them run and giggle down the halls of your apartment building, because they’re just so happy to come home and see you after a trip to the grocery store.

eren lets your kid be a kid, and while that might put a scowl on the face of those around you, all that matters is that your son is always smiling.

“i know, just,” you pause, searching for the right words—the ones that won’t paint you as the bad cop you feel you’re being. though, you look into eren’s eyes, and see nothing but the purest love and adoration overflowing from his pupils, and you know—he thinks you’re doing perfect. “just, wait until after ten at least, okay? that old couple next door already has us on their shit list.”

“course, ‘m sorry baby,” he hums—cupping your cheek with a grin that’s a little too smug and out of place to be there right now. “but you know, you got us on that list, not him.”

“me?” you tilt your head, racking your brain for a time in which you might’ve pissed them off. did you forget to hold the door open? shit.

“mhmm,” he hums, moving his hand to the back of your head to hold you flush against him, and you look adorable—in the reflection of the mirror, with your little thinking face on and your cheek squished against him. he almost feels guilty.

“what did i—”

“nghhh eren, that feels soooo good,” he moans, quiet and sultry—changing the pitch of his voice slightly in an attempt to mimic your own.

“eren!” you gasp, planting your palms flat on his chest to push him away. “shut up, you’re the only reason i sound like that.”

“damn right,” he grins, pulling you right back in for a messy kiss—hands sneaking underneath your shirt and travelling up your—

crash.

“oh no,” you mumble, peeling yourself away from him once more. your son—who’s been alone and suspiciously quiet for the last five minutes, is now doing god knows what in the kitchen. “go check on your satan spawn, would you?”

“hey,” he frowns, swiftly backing out of the room and towards the noise, but not without putting on a quick smile to clarify, “our satan spawn.”

you roll your eyes, but still feel the corners of your lips tug upwards. eren is far from perfect, but he’s pretty good at keeping a smile on your face too.

baby-sitter problems!

(choso x fem reader)

summary: seeing you taking care of his baby brother might have ignited something inside choso that he wasn't really aware of.

c.w: porn with plot, friends to whatever this is, breeding kink, choso wanting YOU (🫵) as his baby mama, baby fever, sleepy sex, dacryphilia, petnames, explicit content, dry humping.

you've known choso for years now. around four years of a platonic relationship were you got used to the idea of being treated as one of his friends, or one of his brothers.

anyways, you loved him. and that was enough for you to be delighted with any type of love signal he showed to you! even if it was something ridiculously simple, like, buying your strawberry milk when you don't have money.

i mean, he's just too busy trying to be the best old brother ever to try and pay attention to how you feel — to how he feel too.

taking the job of baby-sitter that his mother held to you, you accepted happily that yuuji itadori was the prettiest baby you've ever seen. got you thinking about having children, too. i mean, he's just so sweet, so sickeningly beautiful and his little laughs were so funny. of course you'd want to have a son just like him. specially when he wrapped his entire hand on your finger and laughed, chuckling like the silly baby he is.

choso, on the other side, never noticed that and never really had the desire to have a family, he already had one, with his brothers, his mother, and his dear friend that he loved dearly and held close to his heart — as a sister, right?

well, that was how he felt about you last week, when you were laughing about some silly joke you both saw on a magazine. now, with this motherly side of you that he had never seen, he felt his heart burn with delight as he watched you taking care of his baby brother. he wanted you to take care of his children, too. he wanted you to have them.

god, how dumb can this boy be? i mean, five years of friendship in which you always tried to flirt with him and yet he only noticed now that he really, really, reaaally loved you. god, he was so dumb that it surprised himself, even.

finally, after a long day of changing, bathing, feeding and, in summary, taking care of yuuji, you finally found yourself resting at choso's bed, so tired that your head felt heavy. it's okay, it was actually pretty normal to find you sleeping on his bed. the unusual part was the fact that his dick twitched with the sight of your sleepy form scrooling through your phone.

he crawled up the bed, getting on your back and holding your waist, hugging you closer; this was unusual too. but you wouldn't complain, now, would you?

of course not.

and so, sleepy and stil tired, you turned to face him, your leg on his waist.

"chooso, you didn't say that being a baby-sitter would be so hard" you sighed, hugging him. it was quite common for you both to act like that. years of friendship prepared you both to be like that, somehow.

"you didn't really ask," he smiled, kissing your forehead "and everyone know that taking care of babies is hard."

"i know, but yuuji is such an small angel... i couldn't just say no" you laughed.

"you know, you looked really pretty taking care of him" you frowned. that wasn't common too.

"you think so? i think i looked like a mother." you chuckled. "like, a real one."

"and you did. maybe that's the reason for you to look so pretty," he smiled, his voice sounding husky as he spoke "maybe you should be a mother, y'know?"

sleepy, you could feel his hips grinding on yours; an unusual bulge on his pants as you too grinded back on him, breathing hard.

"maybe if i find someone worth of me." you said, looking into his eyes.

"and how would that someone be?"

"someone who could take me," you whispered "someone who know me well, i think i'd rather have a friend as a husband than someone who wants me for my looks"

"a friend?" he asked, just as sleepy as you were. slowly, his hips still grinded on yours; you could feel his bulge on his pants, hard as a rock. he breathed on you, his eyes begging for something that you wanted him to say.

"a friend, choso."

"please, y/n," he started "would you please have my children?" he asked, panting. you smiled, deciding to stop yourself from ignoring your own wetness, your sensibility.

"you're the worst" you said, breath hitching.

"why?" he brushed his lips on the back of your hand, and just then you noticed how he entwined your fingers.

"are you trying to make me go crazy?" he frowned "i mean, i liked you for so long! why just how..?!"

"i'm sorry, y/n" he pleaded, feeling the taste of guilt taking care of his body "i just... i didn't want to accept it"

"what? that i liked you?" you frowned even more.

"no. that I liked you" he breathed "and I still do. i'm sorry, i couldn't help it- i'd rather have you by my side for me to protect you. i couldn't possibly bring myself to force you to be on my side- i didn't know that you liked me too"

"well, now you're playing dumb" you scoffed.

"i am serious. i swear i love you, but if i accepted that you liked me too then.. i wouldn't be able to hold myself. i would want you to me. i would want you to be mine" he bit his lip "so, i held you close in hopes that i'd see you as a sister. i'm sorry i hurt you. would you please forgive me?" he looked you deep in your eyes, lip shaking.

"took you long enough to ask," you said, smiling before kissing him, your tongue delving past his lips and tangling itself on his, holding him closer as you both kept humping eachother.

god, maybe that was the worst idea you've ever had; i mean, this was the worst position you could possibly think of. that was until he pushed your leg to lace itself on his hip, giving him more space to keep on humping, grinding you.

you groaned, breathing heavily as you looked down to see the bulge on his shorts. you didn't knew this size was, like, possible to have. he was pretty big.

then, without any type of thinking from your part, you were already soaking wet on his dick, feeling him made you almost cry from how good it actually felt.

you gripped his shoulders, letting him fuck you as slow as he wanted to; you swore to god you were seeing stars.

"choso..!" you panted, your fingers curling on you to try and find your clit. when you did, you could swear you felt your body being stroked by a lightning just from how godly this felt.

"yes, baby?" he asked, hands on your hips as you thrusted more show. "wanna say something now?"

you nodded almost impaciently as he told you to go on.

"do you think i.. would be a pretty mother?"

"oh, i'm sure you will. i know for a fact that you would be the sweetest mother on earth ", he said, smiling "i'm gonna make sure you get pregnant, okay?"

"you perv." you chuckled, kissing him lovingly. "you're the worst, you know?"

"hmm... you can tell me that when i'm done fillin' you, hm?" he smiled, kissing your temple.

"mhm."

you smiled before having him going faster, his dick filling you was too good to be true, your pussy felt tight on him and really, he loved it. you were just so warm on him, you would be so pretty with a full tummy and just the idea of it made his mouth go directly to your boobs, sucking on them and licking them, not even caring for the sensitivity you seemed to be struggling with.

he kissed you again and again, as if your lips were the sweetest poison he tasted.

"i love you so much," he breathed out, his hands tightening on your hips as he moved faster, his hips pistoning on you as his eyes seemed glued to yours, a loving gaze on them "so much."

you smiled, fingers tangled on his hair as you marked him with a hickey on his neck "i love you too," and with your legs laced on his hips, you finally came, getting tighter on his dick and moaning on his ear.

"you're so eager for it, are you?" he smiled, kissing your neck before shooting his cum inside you and fucking it inside you to keep you full of his love, of him.

there wasn't much surprise to what happened after that. you really got pregnant, he took responsibility for it, taking you to live with him before you guys had your own apartment and finally, marrying you.

pregnancy did you good, you were glowing, practically. to the point people were always saying that it was clear your husband didn't stress you.

how happy would he be when you told him you be having twins?