new dad! gojo x wife! reader
cw: SFW, fluff, girl dad! gojo, married! gojo, slight angst, hurt with comfort, mentions of childbirth, blood, mentions of neglectful childhood, felt inspired after reading @dkrafs dad gojo fic & a continuation of this post, art by @tsukiimeow on twitter
Satoruโs breath hitched, caught in his throat. The feeling in his chest was heavy, and all of his words were left lost on his tongue. But his eyes, an ocean of blue against his pale and dimpled face, look down in wonder.
Sitting in a room surrounded by beeping machines and bright lights, he felt like he was suffocating. The smell of the anesthetist was starting to get to his head.
Hands that painted the streets red and tore through the most deadliest curses, were now trembling as he carried the weight of his whole world in his arms. A bundle of joy, of new beginnings, all wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket. He felt like he was dreaming, or maybe drowning. This was his life now.
Lifting his gaze from his daughter, he takes in your sleeping form. Careful eyes watching for every twitch of your face, and ears listening to every contented sign leaving your lips. You were so beautiful โ and still are, as a peaceful expression falls on your face, finally getting a moment to rest.
Resisting the urge to brush away your sweaty hair clinging to your forehead, he instead watches you from the nursing couch. You look serene, tucked away in your blanket, keeping you safe after the lengthy labour you went through, just to bring her into his arms.
A healthy baby girl, with big lungs, who was entirely yours. Equal parts of you and him, coming together like a beautiful portrait on a blank canvas.
And yet, in the darkest corners of his mind, Satoru found himself wishing for a different reality, where she never opens her eyes, where he never has to look into her eyes and see his reflectionโblue.ย ย
His fear consumed him, a fear that he doomed her life, before it even began, all because of who he is and what his existence represents.
Gojo Satoru. The strongest.
But as a tiny yawn escapes and her lashes flutter open, Satoru is caught staring at anything but blue.ย
It felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulder, as if reality was crashing down on him. Theyโre not blue. Her little nose scrunches, eyes staring up at him in wonder.
His mind races, and he finally lets the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes spill. Lips press against her forehead in a feather-light kiss, carrying a silent promise of a better life.
His daughter, his baby girl, would get to live a life he never got to. A life full of warmth and love, with parents he never got to have, a life that was entirely hersโnot in the hands of the elders or in the hands of the higher-ups, but all hers.
a/n: i'm sleepyyyy but I wanted to post something, so this prob gonna sound like complete shit (I wrote it in like 10 mins and didn't bother with it after.... </3333)
I'm a firm girl dad! gojo believer!! also a firm believer that you guys would have a winter baby (cough-december baby-cough) bc I'm biased.. also totally not a spoiler or anything, but I have a whole dad! gojo series coming up... SHUSH
gradtient dividers by @/cafekitsune, snowflake divider by @/cursed-carmine, snow fall divider by @/feimingo
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