Dad!Gojo and Wedding tapes
“Do we seriously need to clean the basement too ?”
The complaint was accompanied with a heavy sigh.Your son was leaning against the wall, a faint sweaty look on his face. It was what you’d usually do when the kids didn’t have school, the inevitable day you decide to systematically dismantle and deep clean the entire house. “Well we are not cleaning it entirely, but if you could rearrange the boxes, i’d be really happy sweetheart” you didn’t look up from the vase you were meticulously polishing.
He sighed, a sound of pure teenage agony, and went into the kitchen to get his sister, because there’s no way he’d do that alone. They complained but did the job anyway, eventually the annoyed mumbles turned into quiet laughter and bickering and they would never admit it was pretty fun.
Tucked away in the corner of the basement behind a stack of your paperwork they found a beautiful crafted box. The top of the box was a custom print, the box was sturdy, heavy and hidden away like it was some kind of treasure.
Your daughter lifted the lid and a quiet “oh my god” escaped her lips and saw digital cameras, an album photo with a picture of you and Satoru as students on the cover.A bunch of letters, your old smartphones and braided bracelets. “Oh my god they kept their whole love life in here” said your daughter excitedly going through the box.
Her brother leaned over her shoulder, “We’re bringing it upstairs don’t say a word okay?” she nodded and closed the box.
Your daughter asked Satoru if tonight could be movie night, of course he’d never say no to his youngest child. After dinner, you were in the living room sipping on herbal tea, Satoru sank into the cushions beside you already starting to poke your cheek. “So cute, is the tea bitter?” he asked playfully.
Your daughter was messing with the tv settings, but when the screen flickered to life, a familiar melody started playing on the tv, you put your tea down. “Is this..”
A younger version of you appeared smiling all embarrassed at the lens directed towards you.
We could hear your friend’s voice bragging at how pretty you were. A friend your kids know well she’s one of their favorite aunty. Then the camera violently turned to Utahime crying, “awww our dear Utahime is crying” Shoko’s playful tone could be heard in the background.
You softly smiled, setting your tea down and leaned back against the couch. Letting nostalgia wash over you.
The tape cut to the chaotic energy of the pre-wedding dinner of Satoru and his friends, all at dinner laughing and teasing Satoru. All faces were recognized by your kids, and they realized how amazing it would be to keep their own friends that long.
Then another cut, the wedding day.
You were getting ready in your gown. Your mom in the background who was talking and rubbing your shoulder to soothe your nerves, the love in her expression was undescribable.
On Satoru's side Suguru was straightening the collar of Satoru’s suit. On his collar a discreet dentelle detail of you and Satoru’s initials are tailored carefully.
“I feel like crying already” he mumbled to Suguru mostly, Suguru smiled “It’s normal”. Well nobody was surprised anymore because Satoru probably cried the most at the traditional ceremonies.
The sequence felt so intimate. Whoever was recording did a great job. The camera turned to Nanami, who had a soft discreet smile on his face.
Your daughter chuckled softly, “such a cry baby” she mumbled to herself more than to anyone in the room
On screen, Shoko called out, “Picture time!!”, joyful moments that you knew were carefully preserved in the album.
“You’re so pretty mom” said your son, his usual grumpiness dropping completely, you smiled and mumbled a small thank you.
The tape finally reached the moment Satoru saw you in your dress, he was smiling but his nose was red from holding back the tears. When you officially became a married couple, he kissed your nose instead of your lips because he remembers how shy you had been about public displays of affection in front of the crowd.
Beside you on the couch, a soft sniffle broke the silence.
You turned your head and Satoru was quietly shedding tears. He quickly reached for the tissue box on the side table to wipe them away before his kids would tease to death.
“You guys are so sneaky, where did you dig this up?” you said “In the basement” your daughter beamed. “And thank god we did”
Satoru didn’t speak and just gave a gentle squeeze to your ankle where your leg rested against his lap.
The next clip was you at the night party you had changed into a beautiful dress. Satoru was in a crisp navy blue suit. The two of you looked so good, your daughter couldn’t believe her parents looked this good.
When the screen finally faded to black, the kids didn’t want to end the night here, your daughter immediately turned around “WHY did you never show us this?” you chuckled “I almost forgot we had this”
“Well now you got to explain the pictures” said your son before settling next to you and Satoru opening the album.
He flipped the book open on a random page.The photo showed you lying in bed at home, looking quite exhausted but so happy to be carrying your first baby. Satoru was the one who took the picture. It was a few days after you had given birth.
“I’m definitely the cutest baby,” your son bragged proudly.
Your daughter immediately flipped the pages to see herself with you, she pointed to a photo taken 2 years later where you were home on the couch holding her while her older brother did a silly pose next to you two. “I’m wayyy cuter” she said not feeling challenged at all.
Satoru just laughed, these two are definitely his.
“Oh my god our first day of school, dad cried so much” your daughter beamed pointing to a photo of the two of them posing in front of the black car. Satoru leaned over to press a soft kiss against your shoulder as the kids continued to reminisce through the album. He loved these nights. The night where you weren’t busy with work, when the outside world stopped demanding his attention and when his children weren’t buried under homework. As long as the living room was crowded, he was the happiest man alive.
An hour later the kids went to bed, and so did you and Satoru. He was already on his side of the bed watching you braid your hair in front of the mirror.
“I’m really happy you know”
“Oh, here we go. My absolute favorite moments are when you get all cheesy like this” you playfully said “Go on tell me why you’re happy my dear husband”
He laughed and bit his lip before looking at you again, “I’m really happy…because I get to love you, and cherish you, and you give me so much. And on top of that we also raised very funny kids” he said sitting up extending an arm towards you to pull you in bed. “I’m happy too Satoru” you came to him and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.
“Our wedding was pretty nice, yeah?’ he said as you got into bed. “Extremely nice,” you agreed, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink into his warmth.
“I forgot how good it was.”
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