⊹ ࣪ ˖ Toji comes back from the gym tired to see his wife and son sleeping together in the living room.
you had a habit of sleeping at random times. you could be cooking and suddenly get the urge to put everything down and dive into your fresh, linen sheets.
something that would usually happen is you waiting eagerly for your husband, Toji to come back home from somewhere. you would try your hardest to stay up late, sending Toji a message.
“baby, can you leave the gym early? i can’t sleep without you.” the message would read.
a couple of minutes would pass and Toji is cracking the door open quietly because he already knows the view he is going to fathom.
you, splayed cross the sheets, snoring away the night as if you weren’t begging Toji to come back home like he neglected you and left his beautiful wife sleep deprived.
Toji sighs, taking in what he is seeing.
“Figured.” he scoffs, tongue pressing against his inner cheek.
but after you had megumi, it only got worse. you would spend your afternoons co-sleeping with megumi taking up Toji’s side of the bed.
you would get told multiple times by family and your husband to put Megumi down before he becomes addicted and deprived from your motherly pheromones and refuses to sleep in his crib.
“baby, please put the damn kid down. he isn’t letting you breathe, let alone relax.” is something you would regularly hear from Toji.
ofcourse you wouldn’t listen. who would want to put down their cute, chubby baby who was attached to them and couldn’t sleep without their mom next to them?
tonight was another case of you and megumi being attached by the hip.
you have been curled up on the couch for the past 15 minutes with Megumi melted on top of your chest. you were breastfeeding him until he fell asleep, arms spread across your chest. his cheek was squished against your chest, forming a dumpling shape. he was pouting and lightly snoring from almost drowning in breast milk.
apparently, you soon followed, arms wrapped around Megumi with one leg hoisted up on top of the coffee table. you were also lightly snoring. one of your breasts was still exposed, glistening at the bud with milk.
isn’t snoring a sign of overworking? i mean you did overwork yourself…… by setting up a sleeping spot for you and Megumi to take a nap together, leaving Toji out of the picture. but either way, you did spend a lot of time cooking.
the living room was surprisingly tranquil with hypnotic chirps coming from the kitchen window cracked open to let out the smell of ripe passion fruit from the kitchen after you spent 3 hours baking passion fruit cheesecake.
but either way, you still ended up snoring on the couch after the day ended, as usual.
the front door clicked shut with a groan escaping Toji’s lips. his feet shuffling can be heard from the living room where you and your son were snoring in sync, his palm fisting your shirt from comfort.
Toji reaches the kitchen and drops his duffle bag on the floor near the island counter. he had an exhaustion only his wife could get rid of — an exhaustion he would always run to you to relieve.
“what a fucking day….” toji exhaled, later sucking in all the tension with his breath.
he rubbed his hands over his face, like he could wipe away the exhaustion off with it, but it only came back heavier when he dropped his hands.
he leans over the counter, back hunched with his forearms layed flat, crossed against the cold, marbled counter. his head drops onto the counter while a whine escapes his lips.
all he really wanted was to see his wife, touch his wife — or fuck, even know she was alive, yet he was too tired to move. his back muscles were sore from working out while his forearms felt heaviness from his body weight shifting to them while hunching over the counter.
after a few minutes of fighting against his will to just sleep standing with his strong musk lingering on his skin after the gym, he makes his way to your shared bedroom. the door creeks open to an empty bed with Megumi’s pacifier layed in between the crumpled sheets.
toji calls out softy, as if he diddnt have the energy for anything louder.
he leans against the door, clutching his tricep with his head leaning against the wooden plates framing the door.
‘where’s my baby?’ he questions himself, confused as to why his wife wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
he sighs and pushes himself off to look for you around the house. his feet pace around the hallways of your guys’ breezy house, searching for any signs of his loving wife.
he reaches the living room and sees you asleep harmoniously. your hair was ruffled against the couch, each strand spread across the headrest. your chest was heaving slowly, moving Megumi’s head back and forth against your chest. your sons hand was fisting at your shirt, jumbling the soft fabric against his fist. your breast was still uncovered, resting near Megumi’s head.
the dim light was radiating on your skin, giving yourself a sunset glow. your breathing was synched to your son, making the melody tranquil.
Toji’s expression softened, eyebrows lifting naturally from his eyes. it’s not surprising to see his wife sleeping with his backstabbing son who was taking his wife away from him, though that was not was he was thinking at the moment.
all he could think about was how tired his wife could of been from taking care of his son to be able to sleep in the middle of breastfeeding.
he makes his way to where you were sleeping, standing above you. he takes in the sight of everything and leans forward, muscled hands bracketing your head. he leaves a lingering peck on your forehead, sighing away his burnout.
“by babies are always tired..” he breathed.
he picks up megumi and coddles him while walking heavily, back muscles sore from work. he steps into megumi’s nursery, kicking the door open with his toes. he places him in his crib, covering him with a blanket and pecking his chubby cheek. megumi makes a few noises of sighing and whining before drifting away to sleep.
Toji quietly closes the nursery door, pushing the door handle down and pulling the door so it doesn’t make a ‘click’ sound, possibly waking him up.
he comes back to you, sliding his hands under you, one hand under your ribs while the other is under your knees. he lifts you up effortlessly, leaving a warmth of your body lingering on the couch. he carries you with tenderness like you’re made out of cooled down molten glass.
the whole trip to the bedroom, you stayed asleep, eyelashes fluttering. your fist gripped his shirt for balance, feeling the warmth of his body heat bleeding into your palm.
he placed you down gently, wary of waking you up from your peaceful snooze. he pulls your shirt, finally covering your exposed breast from the cold breeze. the sheets were cool, contrasting your body. he leaves a warm kiss on your jaw, carefully stepping back. you curl into the sheets, looking for something warm.
something similar to your husbands touch.
Toji rips off his shirt, pulling it over his head from the hem. his sweatpants soon follow, accompanying his discarded shirt. he is left in black, Calvin Klein Boxers with his print visible. he walks around to the other side of the bed, sighing and slipping into bed with you. his forearm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he curls into you, forming a ‘c’ shape.
you slowly start to wake up, yet still in dreamland, only his warmth on your back being sensed. he groans into your neck, leaving kisses throughout your neck and nape. his hand tightens, not being able to hold back his need for you after a rough day. his calloused hand kneads into your stomach.
you turn around, now facing him.
“hey baby, i missed you.” he coos.
you softly smile, eyes still heavy. you wrap your arms around his neck, moving lower than you already were — as if you could get any closer. he giggles, nose touching yours.
he leads you into a passionate kiss, gripping your hip and jerking it forward. his kiss feels refreshing, like it was exactly what you were looking for. you lean in, caressing his cheek. you let go, head leaning backwards to fully see his face. he looks as if he is love drunk from a simple, casual kiss.
“i missed you too sweetheart, i was waiting for you.” you palm his face while whispering.
a sudden jolt of noise makes you flinch, eyes widening.
Megumi’s crib makes a creek sound, frightening you.
“where my baby… Toji?” you ask confused.
“for fucks sake, i put him in his crib. he was asleep, leaving you restless. the fuck does he want now?” he puffs out.
you turn to look at the baby monitor, witnessing Megumi standing on his feet, gripping the crib bars. his face was visibly wincing and showing fear. he was crying and looking around the room as if he was searching for his mom.
“my baby’s awake Toji.” you throw his hand off from across your waist.
you push the blanket off of you, placing your bare feet onto the cold tiles of the bedroom, quickly getting up to comfort him. Toji scoffs, throwing his forearm across his forehead.
“the fucking brat. always putting me out of my misery.” he groans.
“and i was her baby first.... fucking prick.”
a/n: computah! don’t post for a month and come back w a basic oneshot. oh yeah, and also don’t do any of your college courses summer work! that’ll do it!
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