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#sakuatu pregnant Omi part 18 Atsumu's mother looks exactly like her sons somehow despite being a foot shorter and a couple of decades older.
More specifically, she looks like the twins when they're about to start physically fighting.

Atsumu has sent a text earlier to say that--

--his mother was coming to his hotel room and that he'd try to calm her down there first before he brought her to the hospital.
Ideally, Kiyoomi wouldn't meet her until he was back home, but she'd travelled all the way up already and he didn't want to piss her off anymore than--

--
he had already.

She has a bunch of flowers in her hand, likely bought from the hospital gift shop, even if her expression indicates she'd rather shove them down Kiyoomi's throat.
"Yer Sakusa-san," she says icily and Atsumu, standing chagrined behind her, winces.
"Yes."

"And what's wrong with my son that ya tossed 'I'm aside once ya got what ya wanted?"
"Ma!"Atsumu pleads, only to be silenced by a look. If it wasn't for the current circumstance, Kiyoomi would find it comical how cowed he is by a tiny omega.
Instead, he's battling the deep pit--

of dread and anxiety in his stomach.
"If you are going to be antagonistic and disrespectful then it would be best if you left," Kiyoomi says and Miya-san's face ignites red.
"You have some nerve."
"I need to keep my blood pressure as low as possible right now. Being yelled--

--could potentially hurt my baby." There's an uncomfortable silence, Atsumu hovering in the background like a terrified child, before his mother sighs.
"Fine. I'd like ta know what's goin' on between ya and my son."
"Has he not told you?" Kiyoomi asks, surprised. He would have--

--thought that Atsumu'd give her a run down of what happened before they came to the hospital.
"I want ta here it from ya."
"We're friends and we're planning to co-parent our child."
That doesn't even come close to explaining their relationship but it's not like Kiyoomi could--

--actually articulate it any better than that anyway.
Miya-san sighs like he's a petulant child.
"Fine," she repeats. "I don't have ta like it, I don't have ta like ya, but this my first grandkid so I want ta be kept in the loop."
She's still glaring, and her arms are folded--

--like she's expecting a fight to follow her statement.
"That's reasonable," Kiyoomi agrees. "We have only just told my parents, but I apologise for not informing you sooner. Or getting Atsumu to tell you sooner."
Miya-san nods minutely.
"Tell me about the pregnancy so far."

By the time Atsumu and his mother leave, Kiyoomi is certain that she hates him. She's trying very hard to keep her tone in check and she hasn't said anything offensive (not since her arrival at least), but Miya-san hasn't once smiled at him or offered any words of comfort.

Not that he needs either of those, but there's a feeling eerily similar to distress that Atsumu's mother has rejected him.
He doesn't get a chance to talk to Atsumu alone either. He just stands behind his mother and occasionally chimes in with a piece of information that Kiyoomi-

--has missed or forgotten. Whatever happened at the hotel must have been awful.
It's a thoroughly unpleasant evening, although it's not much worse than any of the rest of his hospital stay.
At least tomorrow he can be discharged into a rental car and Atsumu can drive them back--

--to Osaka.
Even if Kiyoomi will be bound to his bed until the birth, at least Atsumu can get back to practice and get on the court again. It'll be a long drive, and not one that Kiyoomi is particularly looking forward to, but at least he won't be in hospital.

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