#1 𝓓𝓐𝓓 𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓓 ──── yuto was the best person you could’ve started a family with BACK2CATALOGUE ?
happiest of late birthdays and christmas to my day one wife 𓂃. here’s ur man :3 with love, soph. slice of life
husbandyuto x f!reader fluff + girldad trope 🐙 ) 𝓦ARN. mentions of pregnancy, reader is pregnant with second child, skinship 1623
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“You know I could take her,” You leaned into your palm, head cocked and elbow digging into the counter. On your husband's back was your first-born daughter, little arms wrapped around his neck as he stirred the pot of tomato soup—something you were craving like the Earth would explode if you didn't have it. His other hand was holding her up, twisted in a seemingly uncomfortable way. However, you knew him and he’d never complain, especially not about his child wanting to be close.
That's partially why you decided to settle down and extend your little family further with him, your fingers splayed over your pregnant belly. This would be your second daughter, not that Yuto didn’t jump for joy as soon as it was revealed, he did…literally; with the biggest smile you think you'd ever seen. And that night when you got home he cuddled his first born a little tighter as he read her a bedtime story.
She’d always be his first little princess forever and ever.
He hummed a moment before turning off the stove’s burner, setting the spoon down on a strawberry-painted holder. The exact one you painted and had fired while pregnant (the first time) simply because you were feeling restless.
“Just the soup tonight, love?”
“That’s all she wants…maybe I could be persuaded for a sweet treat after though.”
His laugh echoed in the kitchen, your eldest chiming in excitedly at the idea. She didn’t need persuasion—and neither did you, really. Not even before you were pregnant did you need that extra push, the devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear all on its own after every meal. But, Yuto would always either make you something sweet, or go on a short walk (hand-in-hand, of course) to the convenience store underneath the adjacent apartment building before you even asked.
Your husband brought over a filled bowl, still holding your daughter steady. The porcelain was a dusty-white, two half-circles sticking out the top to create bear ears. Then he gave you a matching spoon, turning slightly to grab your tea glass; the one that had a black cat, Jiji from Kiki’s Delivery Service, you always thought it looked like.
The aroma filled your nose, and you swear you almost died and went to Heaven right where you sat. And you didn’t know it could get better than that, but as soon as you tasted it, a contemptuous hum left your throat. It’s like all was right in the world again, the pinching-feeling of desperately craving something finally unclasping you.
Truthfully, you didn’t know how much longer you could wait.
Your husband walked around the island, and set your kid beside you at a stool to eat as well, placing a small squirrel painted bowl full of blueberries down next to it before grabbing a portion for himself.
Once he did, the table looked like a glassware-enactment of the Goldilocks and The Three Bears, making you smile.
It was hard not to admire the small details he put in, making sure imagination was a top priority in your household. You appreciated it, and you’re sure your daughter had no complaints when her father played make-believe every chance he got.
It was the little break (sanctuary away) from reality that you needed. Your safe space—your home.
You three ate dinner through fits of giggles, your daughter telling you about how her friend drew a purple monster at play-time, with blunt teeth instead of sharp because that was ‘too scary’. After she had finished eating, she crawled over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and nuzzling in comfortably. Occasionally, through your husband's chatter, she would fist handfuls of blueberries into her mouth.
Yuto told you about practice, about choreographing for an idol group. He was excited. He was always excited. And you admired it from up close, from a far, from different ends of the Earth—you were proud of the man he was, and the one he became, and the one he was becoming still. You were lucky your girls had such a good father, the stars aligning in your favor it seemed.
You felt the ends of your hair being twisted as she whispered to you. “Mommy, can we get ice cream now?” But Yuto heard it, jumping up with a clap. He scanned over the table a moment, opting to clean up after your family got back; after he put all his girls to sleep because he’d do all the dirty work, never letting you even think about it.
“I don’t know, hun, it’s cold out. Are you sure you want ice cream?”
She pulled back, catching your eye. You stifled an amused laugh at her expression. It was something between ‘are you serious?’ and ‘duh, don’t ask stupid questions’.
Yuto would say she got the attitude from you.
“Let’s get our jackets then,”
She hopped off you excitedly at her father’s words, running over to the coat closet and swinging the door roughly on its hinges.
You gave Yuto a look and laughed. “That’s yours,”
“The sweet treat fiend is yours, my love.”
Your eyes narrowed playfully, looking up at him as he extended a hand for you to use while getting up. Sure, you could use the counter, but Yuto didn’t want that. Gladly, you took it, making your way to your daughter who had already put her coat on backwards somehow and managed one shoe—on the wrong foot, of course.
“Slow your role there, princess. Let me help you.” And she accepted at the speed of light, Yuto taking the boot off of the left and putting it on the right only to replace the other with the correct one. He then made a movement for her to mimic, sticking his arms straight out for him to drag the pink jacket off, holding it open for her to slide into; it hugging her back this time.
“There we go,” He said, putting her hat on, holding the matching mittens while she readjusted to her liking. “What scarf do you want?”
As she contemplated, you scanned over your husband, who was on one knee looking so damn… good. You couldn’t help it, it reminded you of the day he proposed, and look where you were now, on the way to a second kid.
How lucky could you be?
Finally, she decided on her pink scarf (to nobody's surprise), wrapping it around her neck and bouncing eagerly as Yuto guided you to sit on the bench by the door.
“Now, my other girls turn.”
Yuto pecked your lips—making you yelp in surprise—and then your belly, as he got to his knees once again. This time he was in front of you, pulling your shoes closer and helping you lace them up. It was close to your due date, so your abdomen was much too big to bend over, but it was way too cold not to wear something that covered your entire foot. But your husband was there. He was always there; to help you pull your pants up, to put socks on, to adjust your body in the middle of the night because your back ached.
He’d help you do anything, even if you weren’t pregnant.
“Now, princess, what scarf should mommy wear?” Your husband turned to your daughter, who literally had her hand on the door handle, as if he wouldn’t notice. That was his specialty—his family. Nothing got past him when it came to you…three.
She bounced over to where you kept your winter gear, pulling out a blue scarf and a white one. She handed her father the white one, wrapping the blue one around his neck before he even got the chance to put a jacket on.
He laughed (gladly accepting) kissing her temple. “Thank you baby,”
Triumphantly, she puffed her chest out. “And when mommy has my sister she’ll get a pink one just like me!”
After he bundled you up, he shrugged on a coat, extending his hand to you. Your daughter opened the door excitedly. You took it, watching as she rushed into the twinkling of street lamps through the flakes.
The snow looked just as beautiful as it did through the window when you first woke up, tangled between your husband and kid—the first of the season started this morning and hadn’t stopped since. It called for a cozy day where the smell of laundry accompanied Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer and Castle In The Sky.
“Ready?” He squeezed your hand comfortingly as you admired your child jumping with open arms, sticking her tongue out with a giggle.
You gave him a light kiss, nodding soon after, and wrapping your arm around his waist. You rested your head on his shoulder as you exited the house, your free hand palm up to catch the snow.
Your mother always said that her little life was the best thing that’s ever happened to her—it outweighed every dream she had as a kid when she finally had you. When you were a kid, you didn’t understand, not even as a teenager did you think being a mother was your priority in life. But then you met Yuto and it seemed like lightning struck you just right. Fireworks. Butterflies. A spark. Whatever it was made you have a change of heart. You never realized how much you could smile before them, or how much love meant to you. You, truthfully, didn’t have words to describe it. Nonetheless, now no big flashing lights or all the money in the world would make you take it back. Nothing compared to the little life you built.
And, oh, what a little life it was. But it was yours. It would always be yours.
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