Of pregnancy and cravings (Makoto x Reader)

Of pregnancy and cravings

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A/N: Hellou guys! Decided to make one of this for Makoto because he's just a giant, adorkable, fantistic and absolutely del- good looking guy. Fluff and humor cause why the heck not, and... uh, I think that's all. I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think ^-^!

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You walked down the crowded hall of the Iwatobi Sports Complex, hand in hand with the one and only Makoto Tachibana.

The large, young man looked down at you, a caring smile seen in his handsome face as he lightly squeezed your hand. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine!” You informed happily, adjusting the strap of your pink and white polka-dot maternity swimsuit with your free hand. “And you?”

He nodded as an answer before tugging your hand and guiding you to the indoor heated pool of the complex.

It was not every day that you got to see your husband work with the kids (he was the extremely hot, handsome trainer), you were often busy with work and barely had free time. However, you had gotten your maternity leave, and Makoto, being the overprotective, paranoid person that he was couldn’t afford to let you out of his sight.

That’s why he had begged asked you to come with him, and so you did, though if you were honest to yourself it was because you had your second intentions; rippling muscles, shirtless heaven and water. The trip to the complex was totally worth it if you could see Makoto’s ridiculously muscular body swimming around – with kids. Could that be any more perfect?

Makoto’s concerned staring brought you back to reality. You gave him a small smile and apologized for having ignored him for the past minutes.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, [Name]. You just seemed to be daydreaming.”

“Hehe, sorry. You caught me, Mako!”

Yeah, that was exactly what you were doing. That is, daydreaming about him. Honestly, you felt like the luckiest woman alive, you had married an angel made man.

He shook his head, easily dismissing the matter, and looked around. His big, beautiful emerald orbs lit up as he saw his little students. The minions had rushed towards him as soon as they spotted him, hugging his legs and excitedly yelling his name.

“Tachibana coach!” One of the kids, a little girl no older than seven, spoke loudly, tugging his jacket sleeve. “Who’s that?”

Her little hand pointed towards yourself and you waved at her in return, receiving a shy smile.

“Ah, she is [Name]! And she is my wife!” He spoke proudly, winking at you when a small blush covered your cheeks.

“Hi, nice to meet you!” You exclaimed, earning a chorus of greetings from the energized kids.

Makoto couldn’t help but grin. The kids were looking at you with curious eyes, and often he would catch some of them discreetly watching your stomach.

He kneeled down, so he was now at the kids level, and seven pairs of little eyes turned to him. “And you know what?” He asked the kids, watching as each of them shook their heads in response. “[Name] is pregnant. She has a little baby in her stomach, so we have to be very careful and take care of her, okay?”

Seven different voices were heard, all of them agreeing to what he had just proposed. Some of the girls even stroked your stomach, filled with awe as you beamed at them.

“There’s a baby in her belly?” A blond, blue-eyed boy asked, eyes widening as he diverted the attention from his coach to you. “Why?”

Lips curling in a smirk, you looked down at the kid, mirth dancing in your [e/c] spheres as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I ate it.”

Some of the kids gasped dramatically, unconsciously taking little steps away from you, while some other just laughed at the answer, although not mature enough to know how exactly a baby was made, mature enough to know that whatever had happened, you couldn’t have possible eaten a baby.

Makoto stood straight again, giving you a stern look before rushing towards the kids that actually believed that you had eaten a baby. He explained them in some sort of fantastic way (He told them you had eaten a baby seed) that you definitely had not eaten a baby.

After having to calm down a few of the kids (to which Makoto had you to blame for), he finally started the class. Of course, not before walking you to the side, small pool and helping you in.

You sat down carefully, glad that the water only reached your breasts and turned your head, mentally cheering as Makoto took of his jacket, letting his well-toned chest be seen. (Seriously, it was a crime for him to use a shirt!).

Another woman, the mother of some child, probably, approached you. Her easygoing and warm expression had you talking to her while Makoto gave his class.

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As soon as he was finished, Makoto bid farewell to his students, happy with the progress they were showing. Some of the kids waved at you in the distance, and some actually walked towards you, properly shaking your hand while exclaiming a sweet “Good-bye Mrs. Tachibana!”

“Is there something wrong?” Natsumi, the woman from before, who you had learned was the mother of some twins you had seen running before, asked you. “You had been staring at the cafeteria for quite a while.”

You smiled apologetically, finding it rude to ignore the woman. “I’m sorry. It’s just that… I really want to eat that.”

Natsumi blinked confusedly, turning her head towards the cafeteria, watching as your hand pointed to a mackerel sign that was there.

“Oh. But I don’t think they sell mackerel here.” She commented.

“They don’t.” You pouted. The sign was only there for decoration purposes. The Sports Complex found it irrelevant to sell mackerel, it actually generated more loss than gain, and so they had stopped selling them.

A big, warm hand was placed over your shoulder and you turned towards its owner, lips closed in a tight line and a few tears in the corner of your eyes.

Makoto immediately panicked. “What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

Before he could bombard you with any more questions you raised your hand and put your index finger over his lips, giggling quietly. “No, I’m sorry for worrying you, Mako. It’s just that… I really, really, really want mackerel… and they don’t sell it here.”

Visibly calmed, the olive-haired man nodded in understanding, sharing a relieved look with Natsumi, who was slightly chuckling from behind you. “Is that it? You want mackerel?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Okay, how about I take you home and you wait there for me to get you the mackerel?”

You nodded. “Yeah, sure! Thanks, Mako!”

Nodding back at you, his heart skipped a beat as you smiled. “Well then, let’s go.”

“Okay! Bye, Natsu, see you around!”

“Good-Bye, Natsuki-san.”

“Bye [Name]-chan, Tachibana-kun!”

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Makoto was desperate. It was as if someone had plotted for the universe to go against him that day. He had gone to at least five different stores, and thanks to his ungodly bad luck, they had all run out of mackerel – all of them. All.

He sighed loudly, fingers tapping the wheel of his car impatiently. He couldn’t possible get back home and give you bad news, no, that would devastate you, and he didn’t want that.

An idea occurred to him, and his big form struggled inside the car as he frantically looked for his cellphone. “Aha!”

Quickly dialing the phone-number, he prayed to God for his friend to answer.

“Hello?”

“Haru!”

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Haruka Nanase’s lips trembled as he handed, one by one, his last five cans of mackerel to Makoto Tachibana. His fingers lingering longer than usual on the small cans.

Makoto gave him a sad smile, knowing well that his best friend was making a gigantic sacrifice.

“Thank you so much, Haru. You’re a life saver!”

Haruka didn’t pay any attention to the soft voice that spoke to him; his eyes were glued to the cans that were carefully held by different arms. “Hmm…”

“I… uh, I will go now, Haru. I swear I will pay you back. Again, thank you!” Makoto called, rushing out of the Nanase household. The olive-haired man knew that if he stayed any longer the water lover would probably change his mind.

Haruka watched with regretful eyes as Makoto’s car drove away. He placed his hand over the window, a small whimper leaving his lips.

“M-my mackerel…”

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Makoto watched with a grin as you happily ate, almost jumping out of joy as you tasted the heavenly food.

If you were happy, he was happy – it had always been that way, and he was perfectly fine with that. You were his light, his sun, and he planned to keep you shining until the day he died.

However, there was one thing that slightly bothered him; did you have to put the mackerel in the pudding bowl?!