Could you do a scenario with shiro when his s/o goes into labor and supporting her through the birth of his first son? I really want shiro hold his baby boy and just crying happy tears cause he never thought he'd be happy again and yet here he is with his own beautiful little family. I'm sorry this is really specific... I just really need this in my life. Thinking about how happy he would be just makes me smile inside.
(Happy Shironeki is my favourite Shironeki! Really though, I wrote way too much for this scenario because it’s such a cute one. Thank you ♥)
There was a tormented expression on her face, her cheeks were flushed as sweat dripped down her forehead. Her fingers clutched the pristine sheets of the hospital bed, practically ripping into the fabric as she cried out. She had bitten her lips with such force that an indent could clearly be seen underneath the faint trickle of blood. Her hair was pushed back, mattedwith sweat as she dug her feet into the bottom of the bed.
It was one of those moments that felt so surreal. Almost as if time wasprogressing in slow motion. His body was stiff with trepidation, his blood ran cold and his stomach churned sickeningly with dread. All he could do was watch from the sidelines while his partner breathed heavily, her voice thick with agony. His right arm awkwardly slung around her shoulders while his left hand was clutched tightly in her sweaty palm.
“Alright.” The midwife spoke in a gentle, comforting voice. “You need to take a deep breath and give one big push for me, okay?”
“No.” She whined, through heavy sobs. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t!”
“You’re so close. Just a little more.” He insisted, voice sounding disjointed from his body. He reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. He feels his heart practically stop still in his chest when he hears the midwife speak again.
“It’s starting to crown. You’re doing well.” She tells her encouragingly.
The words seem to knock some sense into him, as he leans over her legs to chance a look. He sees his baby’s head poking out of the birth canal. He can see the beginnings of a small tuft of black hair, the same shade that his own hair once was. Despite the blood and stickiness that stains the sheets, it’s the most amazing sight he had ever laid eyes on. After eight months, two weeks and three days, it was finally happening. All of a sudden it’s so real to him. That’s his baby.
“Come on.” He’s aware that his voice is heavy with emotion, and he feels his throat start to constrict. “It’s so close.”
A bead of sweat rolled down her neck as she leaned her head back against the pillows, teeth clenched, and eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
“You’re doing so good. Just a little more, I promise.” He tries for soothing, but his shaky voice betrays him. When the grip on his hand tightens, he doesn’t know if it’s in acknowledgement to what he had said, or if it was just her way of coping with the increasing pain.
“One last push!” The midwife demands.
On cue, she braces her feet firmly and uses them as leverage, tucking her chin towards her chest, as she bears down. Her face contorted with anguish, as a scream ripped painfully from her throat.
The deafening yell that tore through the room and the words that the midwife spoke fell silent on Kaneki’s ears. Time stood still for a moment, and he could hear nothing over the sound of his own hammering heartbeat.
Until the silence was shattered by the most amazing sound he had ever heard.
The wailing of a baby. His baby.
Kaneki watched, completely stunned, as the midwife carefully cleaned the infant off with a damp cloth, and wrapped it in a warm, white blanket. The echoing cries of the child bounced off the walls of the delivery room. Meanwhile, the mother of his child was panting and shuddering, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. She gave his hand one last squeeze, gently this time, before she held her arms out to embrace the bundle that was being presented to her.
“Congratulations! It’s a healthy baby boy.” The midwife smiled, before mumbling something about giving them a moment of privacy, but Kaneki barely noticed.
He felt himself shaking, and it felt like he had forgotten how to breathe properly. He knew one thing for certain though, he was definitely crying. Tears were streaming down his face faster than he could wipe them away. He spent a moment just watching the boy. Taking note of his scrunched up little face and his tiny fists that waved around wildly.
Shuffling forward to stand closer to his little family, he took a deep shuddering breath before he dared to speak. “He’s amazing.” He pressed a lingering kiss on his lover’s temple before adding. “You’re amazing.”
He tentatively pressed the tip of his index finger into the palm of his son’s chubby little hand. His heart clenched and his breath caught in his throat when he felt five tiny digits clench around his finger. His loud squalling had died down now, as he peered through squinted eyes, taking in his surroundings for the first time.
“He knows that you’re his daddy.” She smiled serenely, tilting her head a little to wipe the drying tears that painted her cheeks on her fabric clad shoulder. “You want to hold him?”
His spine tensed rigidly and he shook his head resolutely. “No, no. I don’t think I-“
Before he could finish his protests, she was already holding the child in front of him expectantly. He swallowed dryly before hesitantly reaching out to take hold of the life in front of him. His movements were stiff, and he had this niggling fear that he would unintentionally hurt or drop him. To his own surprise, his arms moved on instinct. He made sure to support his head, and cradle him close with more tenderness than he ever remembered possessing. Holding him – holding his own son- just felt so natural.
“He’s…” Kaneki shook his head, at a complete loss for words. “He’s amazing.”
“You said that.”
“I can’t believe it…” Kaneki chuckled nervously, rocking the small body in his arms lightly. “He’s so tiny.”
Her lips pulled into a drowsy smile. Despite the trauma her aching body had just endured, she was still so gorgeous in his eyes. She moved over a little on the bed, and patted the space next to her encouragingly. He took the invitation gratefully, taking extra care when manoeuvring the gurgling baby in his arms. He reclined against the pillows behind him, and felt the press of her chin on his shoulder. Kaneki tilted his head, managing to pull his attention away from his son long enough to press a sweet kiss against her lips. “Love you.” He mumbled, breath fanning her face as he spoke. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She answered with a genuine smile, pulling back to rest her head on his shoulder tiredly. He watched in fascination as she reached out to softly stroke their son’s cheek. A mothers touch…
An unknown sensation swelled tightly in his chest, and spread throughout his entire body. Every inch of him felt warm and fuzzy. Completely content, and happy in a way he had never thought possible. He tightened his hold protectively around his little boy, and rested his head atop his lovers, pressing gentle kisses against her damp hair. This was his family now. His own perfect family that only he could protect. He knew that they had an entire future ahead of them together, but he would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of time exactly as they were.
The proud new mother didn’t pass comment when she felt the unmistakable wetness of tears against her hair. She simply held him close and let him savour the moment.
(Is the baby human or ghoul? You decide!)