Dad!Satoru sneaking ice cream to his son.
Today was a pretty, sunny sunday.
So Satoru decided to take you and your son on a family outing.
You two decided to go to the park, five minutes from home, perfect for your son. Well, he didn't have the age to play yet, so it would be just a walk, watching the other people walking by, and kids playing.
After arriving at the park, you found a bench nearby and sat with your son on your arms while your husband brought the baby bag.
Even though it was a pretty day, it was also pretty hot outside, then you decided to buy ice cream for you and Satoru. You made him pay for it, obviously. And you believed your son was too young to eat process food, specially ice cream with a lot of fat and sugar, it could be bad for the baby, so you wouldn't let him eat it.
So you told your plan to Satoru.
"Love, I will buy some ice cream, it's too hot here, hold him for me." You said putting the baby on his responsibility, after a while watching over the scenery.
"You want some?" You asked him, standing up, with his card already on your pocket.
"Yeah, why not?" He nods, squinting from the the very light environment.
" I might melt if I stay here for too long, I didn't know it was that hot outside." He complained, while he fanned himself because of the heat.
"I told you not to dress up like that because it would be hot here." You said presumptuous, shrugging dismissing his complains after he had ignored your advice.
"Hey, don't be mean now." He mumbled, pouting, sad for the slight mocking he has to deal with because he didn't listen to you.
He looked down at his son, and a small smile appeared on his face seeing that his son was observing his father’s expressions all time along, imitating his pout.
"What is it, little bear?" He started playing with your son, as you was walking towards the man selling ice cream.
You order you favorite ice cream flavor and one vanilla flavored for Satoru. You gently thanked the man, and went back to the two loves of your life.
"Here. Just how you like." You handed him the ice cream
"thanks, sweetheart." He grabbed the the cone still smiling and look up at you with an thankful and awed
"You're welcome." You kissed his cheek, just as you sat down on the bench again.
"How did you paid for this?" He asked, now concentrated on the cold sweet on his hands, starting to savoring it before it melts.
"Your credit card." He freezed his actions with his tongue reaching out for the ice cream, and looked at you confused.
"I thought I had lost it, I couldn't find when I was searching it home." Your husband stated as you shrugged looking away trying to look innocent.
You did that and karma got you. You didn't notice the ice cream melt fast enough to drip on your shirt.
"Ooh. C'mon!" You feel the cold drip on your shirt and try to shake it off making a mess, making you complain exasperated.
"Seriously?" You started searching for something on the baby bag, to clean up even if it was just a little of the mess.
While Satoru tries not to laugh at you, to not to be hit by you, and getting his own karma.
"Stay here, I'll see if I find some drinking fountain, to try something with this." You sounded defeated as sighed saying to your husband not to follow.
"Okay, we're gonna be here." His voice was strangely enthusiastic, trying to play cool, suspiciously serene.
When he saw that you walked away nowhere to be seen, he started to get his plan in action.
"hey buddy, you want some?" He suggested the baby, putting the cone in front of your son so he could see the offer.
Your son's eyes sparkled wide open with surprise by the new thing he's seeing for the first time.
Then he opened his mouth signing to eat it and Satoru obviously understood after all the foods he offered his son before, even the ones you said he shouldn't give the baby.
"there you go." He gently gives the prohibited d dessert to him, smiling happy that his son could appreciate the sweetness, and a very delicious one.
"it's okay, your mom it's on a mission–" he was speaking when suddenly he sense a shadow coming for his right side.
"Satoru.. what. Did. I told. You. About giving him processed food?!" Saying that you were furious was euphemism.
He not only contradict your orders, but he also could had done bad to the baby.
He was stunned with his mouth agape, not knowing what to say to scape the situation.
Either way he would face your anger.
And while this tension went on, your son was still savoring his new favorite thing to eat.
He will definitely love as much sugar as his father.
Satoru Kikufuku, and your son..
ﾟ.+:｡∩(・ω・)∩ﾟ.+:｡ tadaah. Again these arts are nanami x gojo.
But I also gotta do these for us delusional peasants who wants dad!gojo.
⋆˚✿˖° In my head he likes vanilla. I don't know why, it fits.
꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ Art by Daumammam on X.
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