♡ Baby Megumi asks you and Toji “where do babies come from”
You’re folding laundry when Megumi drops the question that every parent dreads.
“Where do babies come from?”
Your hands freeze mid fold. Toji, who’d been reading the paper on the couch, doesn’t even look up.
You shoot the words in his direction without breaking your stare down with the innocent four year-old in front of you.
“Don’t drag me into this.” He flips a page… still not looking. Coward.
Megumi’s looking between the two of you with those big blue eyes, head tilted like a confused puppy.
“But where?” His little voice goes up at the end, persistent as hell.
You shoot Toji a look. He’s still pretending to read, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s holding back a laugh.
“Well, Megumi…” you start, giving up on the laundry entirely. “Babies grow in their mama’s tummy. Then when they’re ready, they come out.”
The look on Megumi’s face shifts from confusion to pure horror
“What? No….” You’re already backtracking
Toji’s paper crinkles as his shoulders start shaking. The asshole is actually laughing, barely holding it together behind the sports section.
“I didn’t eat you, baby. You just… grew. Inside me.” You try to salvage this, but it’s too late.
Megumi looks down at your stomach, then back up at your face.
“Am I gonna grow a baby in my tummy?”
“Is there one in there now?” He’s pointing at your stomach like it’s a ticking time bomb.
Before you can stop him, he’s lifting up your shirt and pressing his ear to your stomach like he’s listening for a heartbeat or some shit.
Toji’s given up all pretense now. He’s full on laughing, paper abandoned on the floor.
“Megumi, there’s no baby in there.” You try to pull your shirt back down, but he’s got a grip on it.
“You sure?” He pokes your stomach. “Feels squishy.”
Toji makes a choking sound. You’re going to kill him.
“Okay, that’s it…” You finally wrestle your shirt back down and turn to your useless husband. “Toji, you explain. Since you think this is so funny.”
He wipes his eyes, still grinning like an idiot. “What do you want me to say?”
“Kid, you came from your mom’s tummy. That’s it. End of story.”
Megumi crosses his little arms, a perfect mirror of his father when he’s being stubborn. “But how did I get in there?”
The room goes dead silent.
You and Toji lock eyes. There’s a moment of mutual panic before Toji clears his throat.
Toji breaks first, and you want to strangle him.
“What? He’s four” He throws his hands up defensively
Megumi’s eyes go wide, all suspicion forgotten in favor of this new fascinating information.. “Mama knows magic?”
“Apparently,” Toji mutters, smirking at you.
You’re about to reach over and throttle your husband when Megumi tugs on your sleeve, looking up at you with those big hopeful eyes.
“Can you magic me a baby sister?”
“Absolutely not.” The answer comes out faster than you intended.
“Why?” He looks genuinely disappointed, bottom lip jutting out.
“Because…” You glance at Toji, who’s enjoying this way too much “Megumi, how about we go get ice cream?”
You deploy the nuclear option.
The kid’s face lights up immediately, previous line of questioning forgotten. “Okay”
He runs off to grab his shoes, little feet thundering down the hallway.
That leaves you and Toji alone. Your husband’s still grinning like an idiot
“Magic?” you hiss, , keeping your voice low so Megumi doesn’t hear.
“Worked, didn’t it?” He’s utterly shameless about it.
“We’re having a real conversation about this later.”
“Sure, doll. Whatever you say.”
He says it in that tone that means he’s absolutely not taking you seriously.
He pulls you down onto the couch before you can protest, arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you against his side.
Megumi’s singing some off key song about ice cream in the hallway
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