satoru’s anniversary surprise with his secret mini accomplice! ༉‧₊˚.
“okay, so you remember what daddy told you, right, mango?”
“mhmm…mango remember....”
it had been nine years since satoru had vowed to love you through sickness and health, good and bad, ups and downs, unconditionally and irrevocably. and with today being your anniversary, he wanted to make it the best one yet.
recruiting his secret helper—your three-year-old daughter—whom he nicknamed ‘mango’ after your nineteen-week ultrasound. the name stuck ever since. she was sweet and just as unserious as her father; there was no doubt whose kid she was. with her father's wild white hair and striking blue eyes, did your genes even try???
her chubby hands slapped over her mouth, nodding with such a serious expression that satoru nearly laughed. “you promise to keep it secret, mango?”
she’d tiptoe into the bedroom, wake your sleeping form with gentle pecks, tell you anniversary, and that he had a surprise. to which he’d burst into the room like a knight in shining armor, baring gifts, and himself—which he deemed a gift in itself.
“promise, daddy…” her muffled voice replied behind her palms. she took her secret missions with daddy very seriously. not a joking manner in the slightest.
he smiled, heart nearly bursting, and pecked her cheek: “there’s my girl; now go get her tiger!” letting her jump into action.
that was the green light, their ‘secret’ code. springing into action, she tiptoed to the best of her ability into the bedroom, tiny toes padding on the mahogany hardwood floors. really, she looked like dracula from hotel transylvania, searching for a midnight snack, but he kept the comment to himself. giggling like a schoolboy from the doorway.
once she approached the bed, she crawled up to the best of her ability, swinging her chubby legs up and crawling over to you, your sleeping form peaceful and unsuspecting, lips parted and knit brows, blankets tucked under your chin, and in some weird sleeping position.
leaning in, she peppered feather-like kisses over your face, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and temple. leaving not one inch of skin unscathed from the sloppy love she had for her mother. “mommy…” she whispered loudly, patting your cheek, “mommy, wake up, it’s anni day…”
you stirred, groaning in your sleep and asking for three more minutes. voice thickened with sleep, and prior exhaustion from dealing with a toddler and a toddler in husband form all night. “mm…gimme two more minutes…”
“mommy, wake up!” she was getting impatient now, frown deepening and patting your cheek firmer this time, “daddy has s’prize!”
an eye cracked open immediately, suddenly interested in what this surprise your husband held now. it was your anniversary after all; you’d been eyeing the clock since it hit 12.
thick blankets shifted as you finally sat up, greeted by that adorably mini satoru. she was delighted you’d finally woken up, pride filling her toothy grin. “daddy has a s’prize!” she repeated, bouncing on the mattress.
a slow, wicked smile tugged at your lips; you knew she was a little snitch. the girl had a track record of being terrible with secrets, having spoiled your birthday surprise for satoru last year and his christmas gift for you the year prior.
“can you give mama a hint, baby?”
her eyes widened, cheeks puffing out comically like she was practically bursting trying to hold it in. she quickly shook her head, zipping her lips like daddy taught her.
you huffed, eyes sparkling with amusement, “ohh… it’s like that…? fine. guess no more tea parties.”
“daddy got you flowers, smell good thingy (perfume), and new necklace!!!” she shouted suddenly, folding at the lightest pressure.
before she could spill any more of satoru’s plan, he burst through the doors, rushing over to scoop her off the bed.
“you little snitch! mango, you promised me!” he gasped dramatically, one hand clutching his heart, feigning hurt. luckily he didn't tell her about the dinner plans.
she instantly realized she had made a mistake…again. patting her lips and giving him those puppy eyes, “i sorry daddy…mango bad…?”
you stifled a giggle from the bed, to which he shot a glare over her head, promising you’d also be paying for this. he knew you manipulated his sweet, innocent mango. “no, baby, mango isn’t bad…mama is...”
“mhm…so baddd, papa has to punish her later, hm?”
his eyes remained locked on you, sharing a look that he definitely didn’t mean the punishment her innocent mind was imagining. he had something farrr from time out in mind.
“uh huh…alright mango, daddy has to go give mama her kisseys now, kay?”
satoru sat her down, letting her rush out of the room in a fit of giggles, thinking she’d succeed at her secret mission with her papa.
he watched her until she disappeared down the hall before kicking the door shut, his attention fully turning to you now, his tall form slowly stalking over, and his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “manipulating my mango now?”
you bit back a grin, shifting back on the bed, knowing what was coming. “i don’t know what you're talking about…i’d never.”
“you’re gonna pay for this, lady.” he pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, ignoring the soft yelp, and leaned down, his strong arms on either side of your head, caging you in. “but first…”
his eyes dropped to your lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss there. “happy anniversary, baby.”
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a/n: i loved making this so bad, it actually my favorite work yet. i need dadjo in my LIFEEE. thinking abt making a series. if you seen the mother’s day error…no you didn’t 👀👀. mlist
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