13 erasermic
13. things you said at the kitchen table
Shouta wrapped his hands around his mug, sighing heavily. "Thank you, love."
Hizashi kissed the top of his head fondly, turning back to the kitchen to fetch the remainder of breakfast. "I don't know how you drink that when it's so hot, doesn't it burn?"
"Not anymore, I got used to it." Shouta drains half the mug in one large gulp, smiling when he tastes the honey his husband added. "Anything exciting happen yesterday? Sorry I got home so late, patrol was crazy."
Hizashi grinned, setting a plate at each seat and sitting down across from Shouta. "We got the letter, love."
"The letter?" Shouta couldn't let himself hope, not again, not after last time.
"We're approved to move forward with the adoption. Our baby is ours, we're not just fosters anymore." Hizashi reached across the table, squeezing his husband's hand, a grin cracking his face almost in two.
They were alone at the moment, their child off in the student dorms, so Shouta took the opportunity to throw himself across the table and into Hizashi's lap to hug him tightly. "Oh my god," he croaked, "we're parents."
Hizashi squeezed him right back, pressing his face against Shouta's neck. "It's all legal now, Shou. We're parents."
Shouta wiped the tears from Hizashi's face, a soft, fond smile on his face, one he saves for family. "Let's finish eating and go get our kid, hm?" At the blonde's nod, he returned to his own seat, tangling their legs and falling into comfortable, familiar silence.
