This is a preview of a fic I've had in the works for a bit. It's part of my A New Breed of Training series (which I will tag here as "shidge and a dog" for organizational purposes). There's more (a lot more) written, but I figured we could all use some more shidge in our lives. Also in case you can't tell I'm weak for domestic fluffy shidge and Shiro being a dad-to-be.
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Sunlight slipped past billowing curtains, casting a halo on the young woman Takashi Shirogane called his wife. Pidge’s long hair, warm from the sunlight, tickled his nose in the early morning glow. He snuggled a little closer to Pidge and rested a hand on the swell of her belly.
Shiro loved mornings like these. Mornings that let them spoon without interruption. Mornings that let him drink in her sight, smell, and feel. Mornings that let him and her get the rest they sorely needed.
A flutter beneath his hand reminded him that both of them — especially Pidge — had good reason to rest now rather than later. Please don’t wake your mom up, he thought, perhaps with a bit too much force. It was almost like attempting to reason with Black through their telepathic bond instead of his and Pidge’s baby, who wasn’t going to be a logical mind-reader.
His suspicions were confirmed when their flutters escalated to a solid kick.
Of course they weren’t going to listen to him. But on the other hand, it meant that they were doing well. Shiro lay there in awe of each and every little movement, rubbing Pidge’s baby bump in an attempt to soothe the little bugger.
He could hardly believe that this was real, that this was happening. He was going to be a dad, and there was a baby, a real baby in there, who kicked and wriggled and could hear their parents’ voices and hopefully knew how loved they were.
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