Oikawa x Pregnant! Reader |Dreams|

"Is he here yet?!" 

Tooru's excited shriek from the downstairs started you from your nap, bringing a mixture of amusement and annoyance into your drowsy system. You rubbed at your eyes tiredly, one hand pushing the sleep away and the other falling on your rather large baby bump, one that was nine months along and ready to pop. Hence Tooru's extreme entrance. You heard him tossing practice gear aside, fiddling with his shoes and tossing them on the foyer before he thundered down the hall, making a break for the stairs. You smiled to yourself, leaning back against the pillows. 

He was always the cool kid in school, so collected and smooth around the ladies. The only time you'd witnessed his overexcited nature was when he was being rather flamboyant around the volleyball team. Now that you were married to him, though...

It was a brand new experience every single day.

"Is he here? Did your water break? Is the ambulance on the way? I heard sirens in the distance!!" 

"Not so fast," You stopped him with an amazing amount of patience. The hand you held up was caught by his, hastily squeezing your fingers when he darted onto the bed beside you. His eyes were so full of hope, you almost didn't want to let him down. But you continued, "That was Tobio and Akane. Apparently she went into labor, this afternoon." 

You showed him your phone, and sure enough, the group LINE message was clear: "Baby's on the way!" And with it, a picture of a grinning Akane and utterly flabergasted Tobio whose red face said it all. It was pretty clear who was ready to be a parent and who wasn't.

Tooru wasn't as pleased with the news, flopping down onto the bed with a defeated sigh. "Seriously? Tobio-chan has to beat me even at baby-making, huh?" He grumbled. You swatted him on the head.

"Don't be like that. Ours is just a little bit later than theirs is. You can't really call it a 'loss', can you? Fate decides when babies show up, not who won a volleyball game."

"He beat me in the last scrimmage by one point! It was completely unfair!" He protested, and his childish mannerisms seemed to return full force. The pout on his lips, indignance in his eyes...it was all there. You smiled to yourself, tousling your poor husband's hair.

"There, there. You'll get him next time, I promise."

"As if." He scoffed, pressing his face into the comforter. "That brat's been beating me at my own game since middle school. No matter how hard I try, he's always got one over me! Even when it comes to situations in real life, it seems!" He added, gesturing to your baby bump. 

"Don't blame him for this." You chided him, lifting your tired feet to plop them onto his back. "I'd rather he come out healthy and late than early and sick." 

"I guess, but..." He sighed, turning to peek up at your tummy. "Did he really have to wait another day? You'd think he'd have tried to make his Papa's birthday a little more special." You heard him sigh, feeling a calloused, warm hand touch your stomach. "Come onnn, Little Tooru! Just pop out and be the best birthday present ever! Then you and I can have the same birthday- it'll be twice the party, I promise! And if Mama lets me pull some strings, there'll be twice the girls."

"Don't count on it." You nudged him in the rib with your foot, making him withdraw with a laugh.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!" He assured you, inching up on the bed so he laid beside you. "Well, at least about the girls. I was really hoping he'd make my birthday even more special, but I guess I'll just have to suffer through another quiet one." Tooru exhaled, covering his face with his arm.

You flicked his nose. "What do you mean, 'quiet'? I thought Hajime got your friends together and you boys went out, tonight."

"Oh, we did. But Iwa-chan wouldn't let me drink or do much of anything fun because he didn't want to bring me home drunk and make you deal with an 'intoxicated idiot'." He told you, "Since you were on bedrest this whole week, and all that."

"Remind me to thank him. He's such a thoughtful friend." You beamed at him, running a hand through his hair. He hummed in content, eyes fluttering closed as your fingers wove through the thick mop of cowlicks. I guess you're ready to hit the hay then, huh? There's not much else we can do, tonight."

"There are a couple things~" He mused, cracking an eye open. "For example! There's still plenty of cake left from the party! If you want, I could bring you some and we can share it!"

"I don't know if we should be eating cake so late at night..." You glanced at the clock which read a quarter to midnight, and you were already having enough trouble getting to sleep as is. Babies kicking and turning in your tummy at all hours didn't exactly make for light sleeping. "What if it gives you bad dreams?"

"That's just something they tell kids so they won't eat sweets past bedtime. I'll say the same thing to Little Tooru when he's old enough!" Your husband said dismissively, already off the bed and headed for the kitchen. "And just to make the occasion even more special, why don't we watch a movie, too?"

"I did mention it's late, didn't I?"

"Late date night! Come on, it'll be fun!" He reasoned, shooting you a wink, "I'll even let you pick the movie. And on my birthday! What a treat, right? You might say I'm the most considerate, thoughtful guy out there!"

You resisted the urge to throw a pillow at him. "Just hurry up and go get the cake!"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" He saluted, thundering down the steps with a gleeful laugh. You shook your head in disbelief. To think this was the man you married; so suave on the outside, yet an incurable dork on the inside. It was the only definition you could think of that fit Tooru. Well, aside from "Best Papa Material Ever". With the energy he had, you hardly worried about how good of a father Tooru would be. Something told you he'd be great at fatherhood.

Provided he didn't spend every second taking selfies with the baby once he was born. You'd have to monitor that.