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When Akashi found out you were pregnant, his first instinct was worry. Will I be a good father? He thought immediately. His own father was, in some ways, the absolute parent; the perfect herder for a child brought up in an all-excellency environment. But in doing so he had stamped out - or at least, inhibited - a lot of necessary human emotions out of his son, and ultimately had left him deprived of a lot of experiences. Akashi did not want his son to have as harsh a childhood as he did.
He kept his anxious musings hidden from you throughout most of your pregnancy, feeling as if you had enough on your plate without his problems mounting on the pile. He always treated you with gentle care, making sure that no harm came your way. If you felt even slightly sick, he would call up the best specialist in the country just to make sure you were okay. “I will not let anything or anybody harm you.” He would tell you firmly.
This insistence was sweet and endearing, even romantic, at first, but then matters started getting out of hand. Four months into the pregnancy, you caught a slight cold. Akashi immediately forced you into bedrest until you were completely better, and buried you under ten different custom-made quilts. A week later you nicked your index finger with a knife while you were preparing a snack, and he berated you for hours about being careless, going so far as to hire a personal chef purely to prepare your snacks for you. You went by with all of this patiently, but when he started talking about expensively padding the bathroom floor just in case you slipped and fell, you had to put your foot down. You gently convinced him to stop overthinking and tried to get him to relax. You even slyly suggested that Akashi himself should come monitor your showers if he was so worried about you slipping and falling (This was probably a bad idea, because he did do exactly that. Not that you minded, of course; showers with Akashi were always far from unenenjoyable).
But it wasn’t about seven months into your pregnancy that he woke you up late one night, voice filled with anxiety.
”, do you believe that I have the capacity to be a good father?”
Your eyes fluttered open when he said this, to meet red and yellow depths that shimmered unnaturally with worry. You did not miss a beat as you reassured him that he would be perfect.
"The fact that you are worrying now means that you care. And if you care about something, I know you’ll be able to make it happen your way."
Then he said something so unlike Akashi that it left you stunned and speechless for a moment. “But what if my way is the incorrect way?”
The anxiety in his eyes broke your heart. “I can’t believe that your way would be incorrect.” You state firmly, slipping your hand into his and giving it a soft squeeze, “You’ll be perfect. I’m sure of it.”
He remained silent for a few seconds before moving closer to you in order to caress your now swollen belly with one hand.
"I love you, flower." He said, his eyes trained on your round stomach. You laughed lightly and kissed him softly on the forehead before asking him why he had assumed the baby was a girl. His eyes lifted to yours before he smiled and told you that he had been talking about you.
His hands were gentle on your bloated skin. “This,” he caressed your tummy, “is my precious jewel. And you,” he connected your lips briefly, “are my beloved empress. Forever and always.”
Akashi was slightly reassured, but all throughout the remainder of the pregnancy, he still harbored his worry of not being able to be a good father. But when the time came for delivery, he found himself so neurotic with worry about something else that he might have snapped a few times unnecessarily at Tetsuya and the others, who had come to give him some moral support. What if something went wrong? What if they lost the baby? What if it had all been just a delusion? His friends were patient and understanding with him, and later he did apologize for being harsh with them, but he couldn’t help it. You and the baby were what mattered most to him, and he was not going to be able to live with himself if something bad happened.
When the doctors called for him and he finally stepped into the room with a racing heart and unusually shaky footsteps, he thought he might explode from the anticipation. But when he walked up to your exhausted but gratefully smiling form and gently retrieved the squirming bundle from your arms, all his worries flew out the window. The world seemed to stop as he finally held his child in his arms. At that surreal, overwhelming moment, there was nothing, nothing, that mattered to him besides you, and the red-faced bundle in his arms.
Everything was going to be alright. He was sure of it.