"Honey, you're amazing." Gojo kissed the palm of my hand after I gave birth to our premature triplets.

A big smile surfaced on my sweaty face as I tenderly gazed at Gojo. "Satoru... I'm tired as hell but these babies are going to be amazing kids once they're older." I was just hot and sweaty all over my body while my muscles were loosened. I don't miss giving birth, but I do love raising them. "I'm done with anymore pregnancies. We have four children and that's enough!" I can't let him breed me so I can push out a whole soccer team.

"But babeeeee! Fatherhood is fun!" He poked my face, already pouting to have another pregnancy on its way.

I shook my head from his irritating behavior. It would be nice if me and him could switch bodies during labor and delivery. He has it easy by holding my hands while I push until the doctor tells me to stop. "Babe, we have triplets. Fatherhood will be fun with three babies to take care of! Don't push it."

Since I had to give birth at 32 weeks, my triplets were born premature for the safety of my health and their own. For the time being, they will be at the NICU for a few weeks until they're fully developed and ready to come back home.

Days went on as me and Gojo visited the NICU to see our triplets. Our first born is named Yuudai. He has black hair with white streaks and beautiful blue eyes with hints of yellow. The second born is Emiyo, and she's my carbon copy—black hair and yellow eyes. Lastly, our third born is Taishiro, and he's a mini-Satoru with his white hair and blue eyes. They were all about 5 minutes apart.

While we waited for our triplets to grow some more, Gojo's students managed to collect the remaining fingers for Yuji to eat when Sukuna was ready. Sukuna didn't want to eat it until he got to hold his future bride. After he gets to hold my baby then he's ready to be exorcised from what he told me. I was also glad to hear that because I feared if Yuji ate all fingers before my babies were released from the hospital, which might take many weeks, then his body would be fused with Sukuna's. If that scenario were to happen then Yuji would have to die but luckily it wasn't the case.

1 week after delivering...

I walked home from the grocery store, and I couldn't help but feel so much better. My back doesn't ache, my feet aren't swollen, and I don't have to be careful of my stomach anymore. It felt great to not be pregnant again. On top of that, life was good after having the higher ups off my back. I no longer had to hide; I can walk freely without fearing for my life or my babies.

"Mother, are the bags heavy? I can carry them for you." Choso chimed as he walked beside me. He carried most of the bags while I only had two in my arms.

"Sweetie, I'm fine! I'm not fragile like I used to be!" I chuckled lightly, appreciating his kindness. He's always wanting to lessen my work around the house even after having my triplets.

Choso decided to live with us for the time being. Neither me or Gojo minded it because Naozumi really loves him, and he'll be a great babysitter for his younger three siblings too. He's just a great helping hand to have around. It made our lives so much easier. Words cannot express my gratitude.

"So what's your plan in life? Integrate with society? Find a lover? Explore the world? There's so much you can do in this century."

Choso thought about my question until answering. "Right now I'm unsure. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. I'm not eager to find anyone, after all I'm still new to this world too." He softly smiled, already feeling hopeful that this world will treat him better than his previous life he barely got to see.

Feeling my heart blossom from this fresh air and life, I patted his back. "Don't rush anything. For sure I know you'll be just fine. Who wouldn't want you as their partner? You're very sweet and family oriented."

When we reached our house, I unlocked the front door and coincidentally heard Naozumi and Gojo's voices in the living room.

I heard Naozumi's baby voice singing. "...She's not with him tonight, she's not with Jim tonight! She's in the gym tonight,"

My heart dropped knowing what song Naozumi was singing. Did Gojo really wanted our son to sing a song about sex? He's barely 6 and yet he's teaching Nao these vulgar words at a young age?! It's only been one week since I gave birth and this is what I get at home....

"Choso, I'll take your offer. Hold these for me. I gotta whip someone's ass..." I mentally sighed, feeling drained by thinking about how I'm going to kill Gojo with my own two hands. "He has a lot of nerves to pull this off while I'm out shopping,"

Walking inside the house, I quietly made my way to the living room. I leaned against a doorway, watching Gojo record our son on his phone. I don't know why he's doing that but it's unacceptable. I don't want my child to talk about dick and pussy when he hasn't reached puberty yet. He's too young, way too young for this.

Just one second in the room, Naozumi's mom radar went off and he stopped singing and grooving to the song Gojo turned on. He froze in his spot like he was struck by ice.

"Nao, why'd you stop? Things were just getting good...!" Gojo laughed, unaware of my presence in the room. He tried to incite more energy and enthusiasm into our son, but Naozumi wasn't giving it to him. "Nao? What's wrong?" Gojo marched to his side and crouched down to his level.

I didn't know what they exchanged but Gojo finally noticed me in the room.

"Oh! Ena, I-I didn't know you were home!" Gojo jumped to his feet as he nervously chuckled, feeling his death looming over his head. He moved behind Naozumi as protection. He knew I was weak against our son.

I aggressively and loudly tapped my foot against the floor as it echoed in the quiet room. "So... what were you guys doing while I was out with Choso?" I smacked my lips, creating a popping sound.

Gojo was sweating buckets as he used his big brain to help himself out of this situation.

However, Naozumi interjected and threw his arms around my legs, hugging me tightly. My heart twitched from his cuteness but I knew I couldn't just give in. I do it all the time with him. He knows how to get mama on his side by being sly and cute.

"Mommy!! I really liked that song so I told daddy to play it for me!!" Naozumi twinkled his bright yellow eyes at me, creating a puppy face for me to give in to his innocent facade.

I know my son is smart. I'm pretty sure he knows what the song is about too.

I pulled Naozumi in my arms and told him the truth. I'm not going to be a fool because he wanted to cover Gojo's mistake. "Baby," I stared at Naozumi who smiled brightly, still trying his best to sway my heart. "I let you off the hook so many times and today is not the day. That song is inappropriate to sing and listen to. Your daddy should know better too." I quickly glanced at Gojo, narrowing my eyes as he's supposed to be the adult in this room.

"Now hurry up! Dress warm because we have a little school celebration to attend!"

Naozumi huffed in defeat as he nodded his head and trudged back to his room.

"Choso, help Nao if he needs it!" I called and he quickly chased after him.

Now it was only me and Gojo in the living room.

My hands were on my hips, frowning at him for being irresponsible. Sometimes I have to question whether he's doing this to get on my nerves or if he needs some professional help. Nonetheless, I haven't spotted any grey hair yet so I should be okay. It's a sign that I'm surviving just fine.

"Did our son really try to cover you?"

"...yes," Gojo said with no ounce of shame in his voice.

Shaking my head, I let it go. I'd rather not stress over this when I have other things to think about. "Don't let our son sing that song again. He's too young, and I'm going to delete tiktok off your phone—"

Then Gojo interrupted me. "Candice."

"Candice? Who's Candice?"

"Candice dick fit in your mouth!!" Gojo laughed before running off to our shared bedroom.

My blood boiled from his childish behavior. I fell for his immature joke he played on me. I clenched my fists, feeling fire emitted from my hands. "I'm going to kill him...." I grumbled in fury.

At the school, we were dressed in warm clothes to celebrate our students' accomplishments for acquiring all 20 fingers of Sukuna.

"Without my teachings, they wouldn't have made it this far!! A toast to my students for being rockstars in surviving through all of my missions I've given them!! Cheers!" Gojo proudly announced, raising his non alcoholic sparkling juice in the air.

"Cheers!"

Weeks later, Gojo and I were able to take our triplets out of the hospital and to their new home.

"Oh my gosh! They're so tiny!" Gojo's students squealed, surrounding our newborns in their cribs. The triplets were swaddled and sleeping peacefully.

Yuji looked like he was about to go into cardiac arrest. Megumi looked proud to be a big brother once again while the rest felt their heart ache from baby fever.

Within those days of having the triplets home, we didn't get much sleep as we had triplets crying all at once during the night time. One cry will alert two cries. But I'm glad that we do have a helping hand, Choso to change diapers and rock them to sleep too. Gojo's parents have been coming in and out to babysit, giving me a break from my head splitting in half. It's so much work taking care of triplets, and Gojo really suggested having another baby after this? He can't even handle three. What is he thinking?

"Let's hope they don't turn out to be like Gojo," Maki sighed, knowing very well their DNA will be overridden by Gojo's influence.

"Same here,"

Later in the day, the students were playing with Naozumi as I rocked Emiyo in my arms after breastfeeding her. She looked like a toy—lightweight and small with doll-like features. She quietly breathed as she was wide awake. I still couldn't believe my triplets went through a lot during Gojo's absence. They're strong babies who felt my pain and heartaches, and in the end they turned out to be healthy.

"Hi sweetie!" I cooed, stroking her cheek with my index finger. "Are you tired after drinking mommy's milk? Do you want to go back to sleep? Your brothers are sleeping right now." I still couldn't believe I was able to conceive again. I love my miracle pregnancy. It overwhelms my heart and soul knowing I can grow a bigger family.

"She's a beauty, isn't she? I can feel Nozomi's soul residing in her."

I glanced at the door to find Sukuna walking towards me. There were no words to describe his softened facial expression but to say he was in love again. Flickering my eyes down at my daughter, I wondered if she'll accept her fate or run from it. I can't hide her from it or else she'll resent me. If they happen to meet when they're older and remember the past then I'll be happy for them.

Looking back at Sukuna, I sighed and told him my expectation if he were to find my daughter in his next life. "Sukuna, don't have high hopes. She may have her soul, but she's not Nozomi. She's Emiyo. I don't want you to compare Emiyo to Nozomi." I warned him because it's messed up if he did. I won't forgive him. "If Emiyo were to remember you later in life, then it's fate who brought you two together. I will not tell her about her past life; Emiyo will have to remember you by herself. I don't want to force her."

"I understand." Sukuna nodded. "Can I hold her?" He gulped, extending his arms outwards as he hoped I'll hand her over to him.

"She's fragile." I gave Emiyo to Sukuna as I instructed him how to hold her.

Once Emiyo was positioned correctly, a saudade look took over his face. I couldn't understand why he wore a melancholy expression when he finally had a chance to be with her. I don't doubt fate's job; I know they're going to end up together. He never stopped loving her. I just hope he loves my daughter like he always yearned for.

"Emiyo, my girl... Just wait for me. It won't take too long for us to be reunited." Sukuna stroked her face, feeling a bit emotional from his dreams coming true. "I hope you remember me as much as I remember you. I'll make sure we never have to be apart again."

"Um... I'll make sure that happens." Another voice interrupted Sukuna's monologue.

I stormed over to Gojo and smacked his head. "Honey, don't you dare!" I'm not trying to repeat history and create another war between sorcerers and reincarnated Sukuna.