Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #7—good morning
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: Shinichi, what do you think about kids?
When Shinichi opened his eyes one happy morning and found that his lovely wife was straddling his stomach in her nightgown…well, he could definitely think of far worse things to wake up to. “Good morning!” he said happily, grinning up at her and trying to remember if today was a special occasion of some sort that he had managed to forget and would be in trouble for forgetting.
Ran smiled at him. “Good morning yourself,” she said softly. “Shinichi…I wanted to talk to you about something.”
He put his hands on her waist and nodded. “Go ahead. What’s up?”
“Well…” she seemed a little nervous, “…we sort of talked about this before we got married, but it’s something we never actually discussed—we probably should have, but it got lost in everything else that was going on. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, so I thought I would bring it up. So I want to know…” she paused, then pressed on, “…what do you think about kids?”
Ah, so that was it. “You mean in terms of having them?” When she nodded, he said, “I’m certainly not averse to the idea. What do you think?” He already knew what she thought. She’d mentioned it before, and she wouldn’t be bringing it up if it was something she didn’t want.
Ran’s voice was firm as she confirmed his thoughts. “I want a family, Shinichi.”
He looked at the ceiling for a second. “How many were you thinking?”
“One. Two. Six. I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “That’s something we would have to decide together. This isn’t exactly a solo sport, you know.”
Shinichi couldn’t help but laugh at her choice of words. “Point.”
“And it’s not like we can’t afford to do it.” This was true—life at the Kudo residence was quite comfortable, and monetary worries were rarely an issue. “There’s no reason we can’t—it’s just a matter of whether or not we want to. So…what do you think?” she asked again.
He sat up and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I think you’ll be a great mother. And truth be told, we could use a baby around here. I’ve been sleeping entirely too much lately.” She laughed, and he grinned. “So…let’s go for it. What do you want—a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care, so long as the baby is healthy,” she said firmly, her smile absolutely radiant; she seemed relieved that he'd agreed, and surprised that he'd agreed so quickly. She must have been expecting more discussion or even argument over the matter. “Whew…glad we talked about that. So how about breakfast?” She shifted as though she was going to move off him, but was stopped when his hands tightened at her waist. “Eh? What?”
His grin was borderline feral. “So after this little chat, you’re just going to get up and walk out of here?”
“We’re going to have kids?” he said in a low voice, his arms sliding around her waist. “Let’s get started.” And with no further ado, he rolled over, pinning her down to the bed with his weight, his hands already going to work.
Ran started to laugh. “I should have known!” That was as far as she got before he kissed her breath away, and she decided that breakfast could really just wait a while longer.
PS. Not much to say on this one. Next one is numbah twenty, the two-thirds mark! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!