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⎯⎯ ↓ Mario kart ↓ ⎯⎯
megumi, like his dad, loved being competitive, it was constant—who could eat more, who could run faster, who mommy loved more. The list went on, and it was constant.
megumi was also like his father, although not as serious, with his gambling addiction. The words “I bet you 20 of mommy’s kisses, that I will absolutely batter you in Mario!” Echoed through the house as megumi yet again caused his father to jolt upright and take this bet like it was life or death.
so for the next three hours, the two boys sprawled out on the couch, megumi giggling and taunting his father. Toji couldn’t fathom that his 5 year old son was beating him at a game that predated megumi’s birth.
“fuck me” Toji groaned, causing megumi to scowl in his direction, but his scowl quickly faded as he added another tally to his side of the scoreboard
“Score is 28 to the most handsome boy ever and 24 to the ugliest daddy ever! That means I beat daddy! I get more kisses and mommy loves me more, haha!” The boy taunts in the loser’s face, jumping on the couch pumping his arms in triumph.
your figure lingers in the living room doorway without the boys knowing, “your mom doesn’t love you more, she picked me before you” Toji rolled his eyes, feigning his annoyance.
Toji loves his son, loves watching him win. It sort of heals him, seeing his son be loved in a way he never knew of before you. Being a parent came quite naturally to you, whereas Toji was scared that he would end up like them.
He didn’t want that, and it was evident that hadn’t happened.
Megumi then jumped on his father, “daddy stop being grumpy, you look even uglier than normal” he giggled “love you daddy” he whispers, nuzzling into his fathers broad chest.
Toji cradles his sons small frame “love yer too megs”
tojis eyes drift over to where you are stood, “awe my babies” you coo, holding up your phone to capture the moment
“Mommy!!” megs exclaims “delete that! I don’t want to be in the same picture as ugly people”
“Megumi stop calling daddy ugly” you laugh as he runs up to you and points at his cheek
“I won” he states
“Well done, gumi” you rest him on your hip giving him a peck and settling down next to your husband on the couch
“one down, nineteen more to go” the boy folds his arms and huffs
“ohh, I am so sorry baby” you tickle him, peppering his face with kisses as he laughs and writhes.
“favouritism” the older man tsks
you grab his face, giving him some of your love, your boys cuddled up in your arms, this time playing Mario a little more civilised..
⎯⎯ ୨ princesslimitless™ ୧ ⎯⎯
