Ushijima – Could it be?

ASK; 44. “I think I’m pregnant.” with ushiwaka and fem s/o scenario pls? Thankss

Ushijima’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the retching coming through the bathroom door. This was the third day in a row you’d run straight to it and emptied what little contents your stomach held. Large hands raked through short cropped hair. He was getting ready to leave for a couple weeks, an away tournament with his team but he was seriously considering telling them to go without him. He couldn’t leave you like this!

Not that he was doing much to begin with but he felt unsettled at the idea of leaving his wife when she was so ill.

The door opened, revealing a very pale _______.

He stood, hurrying to her side to offer assistance. “Are you ok?” he asked.

She smiled weakly. “Not sure, must have caught something.” She frowned up at him as he helped lay her back down on the bed and tucked the covers to her chin. “Shouldn’t you be packing?”

He huffed. “I think I’m going to tell them I can’t make it.”

She sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Wakatoshi, you can’t do that! You’re the vice captain! How would that look if-”

Her words cut off in a gag, body flying back towards the bathroom, her face barely making it to its target of the toilet bowl where she dry heaved. This time he was there, gathering her hair and rubbing her back. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he mumbled when she collapsed into his arms, a heap of exhaustion.

“I’m fine, Toshi,” she insisted. “Plus if this is something really bad, I don’t want you to catch it. Go and take care of your team, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

He scowled but didn’t want to cause her further distress by continuing to argue.

After helping her back into bed once more, he made way to pack. As he zipped up his bag, he noticed she was looking at her phone with a furrowed brow.

“Something the matter?” he asked taking a seat next to her.

She turned, eyes a bit hazy and he wondered if she was starting to get a fever when she blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. “What?”

She held up her phone which he took, eyes scanning over the text on the screen; symptoms. Symptoms of pregnancy. Suddenly his own stomach felt a bit queasy.

But he pushed the feeling down, instead drawing his own phone from his pocket. He hit a few buttons, the sound of his captain’s voice coming over the line in a surprised greeting; Ushijima did not often call people.

“I’m going to be late,” the ace said simply. “I may not be there at all, there’s something ______ and I need to take care of.”

Needless to say, the male on the other end of the line was shocked but simply wished them luck in whatever it was they were dealing with and to keep him posted. Ushijima nodded despite him not being able to see it and ended the call.

Turning back to his wife he smiled faintly. “Call the doctor, let’s see if you’re right.”