Months later, the quiet rhythm of ordinary life had fully returned.
The flower shop was bathed in the warm, golden light of the late afternoon sun. Akari arranged a fresh bouquet, sliding a ribbon into place with practiced ease.
Then, a familiar pair of long arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a heavy, warm chin coming to rest comfortably on her shoulder.
Suddenly, a wave of dizzying nausea hit her out of nowhere. Gojo's playful smirk vanished instantly as he caught her by the shoulders.
"Akari? What is it? Are you okay?" he asked.
Akari stared at him for a long beat, her hand instinctively coming up to touch her stomach. She hesitated a moment before speaking.
"Actually... I'm about three months along."
Gojo froze completely, the room seeming to go dead silent as her words sank in.
His gaze dropped slowly to where her hand rested against her stomach. A wide, blinding grin spread across his face.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against hers.
"Well, looks like we have a quick wedding detour coming up," Gojo whispered.
Outside, the bustling city kept up its hurried pace, completely unaware of the news inside the little flower shop. But within those walls, wrapped safely in each other's arms, things felt quietly, perfectly settled.
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