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Sawamura Daichi loves his wife.
You can ask any of his friends: they will all groan and roll their eyes fondly.
Suga particularly loves teasing him for it, calling him a sucker, a himbo, and other words Daichi would rather not google.
To be fair it’s true. Daichi went from being completely oblivious to Yui’s hopeless flirting, to being the one who makes every conversation about his love for Yui ever since he finally got the message. Not to speak about how much worse his wife-guy disease got once she agreed to actually be his wife.
Even Tanaka, wife guy extraordinaire, has been known to laugh at Daichi for wondering what Yui might be doing while he’s having drinks with his old team.
Well, so what?
He has to make it up for being insufferably dense somehow. Besides-
“Baby?”
Yui’s voice brings Daichi out of his thoughts. He turns around to see her peek out from their bedroom directly into their small kitchen. “What are you doing?” She asks, puppy eyes at the ready.
“A sandwich, like you aked me to. Did you change your mind?”
She huffs, waddling with crossed arms and leaning against the fridge. “No. I miss you.”
“It’s been five minutes.” Daichi smiles, fondly looking at his wife’s face.
“Five minutes,” Yui emphasizes, incredulous, “to make a sandwich!”
“I’m making two. Because I know you’ll ask for another one as soon as you’re done and then you and the little one will be even more impatient.” He gestures to her belly, rounder now than it was last week, finally a noticeable bump under the sweatshirt she borrowed from him, despite all the beautiful maternity clothes she received from their excited friends.
God, he’s really done for, isn't he?
As expected, Yui pouts and rubs her belly. Daichi goes back to line cook duties while she’s entertained.
“The little one would like an extra sandwich.”
“Got it.” Daichi reaches for the bag of bread to pull out another two slices.
“No tomatoes.”
“No tomatoes,” he repeats, slicing up a cucumber instead.
“And a kiss for me?”
Daichi drops the utensils before can even finish talking; holds her face between his hands; and places a slow, tender kiss on her lips.
“Just one?” He asks when they pull apart.
Her beaming smile is all Daichi needs to see before kissing her again, and again, for good measure.
“Jesus, Dai,” she giggles between kisses, “could you at least let me answer the question? What if I only wanted one?”
Daichi hums, still peppering kisses around her face until he’s satisfied. “Then you can give me back the rest later.”
“Ok, I’m going back to watch the movie,” she says. “And I’m taking these.” She reaches behind Daichi for a handful of cucumber and pickle slices, then promptly stuffs one in her mouth before sauntering back into their room. Adorable. “Hurry up if you want to watch the end!”
Yep. Daichi loves his menace of a wife, and he can't wait to raise a mini-menace with her.