Said man looked up from his papers to the doorway of his office, where a familiar face greeted him. He stared blankly at you, his eyes softening ever so gently at your form peeking out from behind the heavy oak door.
"What is it?" He asked straightforwardly.
You stepped into the office, looking down at your shoes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You remained silent, not making eye contact with the Corporal.
Immediately Rivaille ceased his scribbling and studied you. You bit your bottom lip under his gaze, feeling a small shiver run through you. It was if his dark eyes seemed to peirce through your skin and towards your heart, where you kept your concerns tucked away with a tad of fear.
It wasn;t a request, but you found yourself fulfilling it with hesitation. Your footsteps were the only sound in the office as you walked towards him, coming to rest in front of the Corporal.
Rivaille reached up and fiddled with a lock of your hair, making you shudder. He noticed, his eyes narrowing.
"What is wrong?"
You felt your fears surge as he spoke, and you couldn't stop a small hiccup from escaping your throat. "Rivaille~!!" You sobbed, falling onto his lap and grasping his jacket, the material bunching in your hands. "I'm not going to be a good mother, am I?!"
Rivaille stiffened, a touch of panic rushing through the man, usually calm and composed. He knew exactly what was happening, and it scared him. Nonetheless he gently gripped your chin, bringing it up to look at him.
"(Name)" he spoke, his voice low and serious. "You are the kindest, gentlest woman I know. How are you not going to be a good mother?"
You sniffled, your eyes swimming with tears. "B-but, butbutbut-" You blubbered incoherently. Rivaille stopped you, his lips meeting yours gently.
The kiss lasted for only a few moments, but that was all it took for you to calm down.
"Rivaille..." You mumbled, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.
"Shush." he told you, leaning in and planting a kiss on your forehead. "You are going to be a wonderful mother. Stop worrying, Idiot."
You felt a small smile creep onto your face, and you leaned in closer to Rivaille's chest, letting his arms wrap around you firmly.
"Thank you." You whispered, snuggling deeper into his chest, safe in your husband's arms.