#secondbutterfly

[xbutterflyprincessx]

Tfw your dad is going out on a mission and gives you a list of house rules while he’s gone...

[cunningpeach]

While she was cooking, he cleared his throat to let her know he was in the room, then slipped his arms around her waist, looking over her shoulder. "Love you." he murmured, resting his head against her own for a moment. "What'cha making?"

The woman looked up from the food in front of her, a smile forming on her face when she felt the familiar touch of his hands.  He was warm.  He must have come in from outside. 

“Mmmm...” she mumbled, leaning back ever so slightly against his chest. 

There was a pair of chopsticks in her hand and a raw shrimp clutched between them, dangling above a bowl of crumbs and appearing quite loose as her attention was drawn away. 

“Tempura and miso broth.  I’ve also got some pickled vegetables Kobushi sent over from Kiri.  Do you think that’ll be enough?”

[cunningpeach]

”You look good enough to eat.”

Momo laughed as Chouji played with the chocolate covered child, ‘eating’ his arm and shoulder with pretend bites.  It was so nice to hear the toddler’s happy squeals on his third birthday, even if he’d eaten less cake than he’d, for some reason, slathered on himself. 

Of course the house was a mess.  Food and wrappings from new toys were everywhere and cleaning was so going with a second child on the way but she wasn’t going to pull her husband away from the boy just yet.  They were having such fun. 

“Don’t let him climb on the furniture like that,” was all she chided. 

Momo did not have the energy to get out the steam cleaner today.  It was bad enough that the kitchen floor would have to be mopped.  She wanted to nap just thinking about it.  And yet, hearing a very pleased screech as her son ran by with his new stuffed dragon, closely chased by his father, she couldn’t be anything less than happy.

[cunningpeach]

When Momo came back home one evening, Chouji was seated at the kitchen table, his fingers laced together and his head kept up by his hands--but he wasn't alone, because Hogo was standing near him, the reptile's head resting on one of Chouji's knees. When the man heard Momo, he looked up, his expression clearly disconsolate. "He's dead." he said quietly, not thinking specifying who had died to be needed. "I knew it'd happen eventually, but--" Heaving a heavy sigh, he shook his head, going silent.

Momo quickly realized that something was wrong.  Chouji looked simply devastated. 

“Oh.”

What was she supposed to say?  She was as pained as he was, possibly more so, but she didn’t dare say.  

With one hand holding onto the baby that was resting in a sling at her chest to keep it still, she leaned forward and placed the other hand on his shoulder and planted a soft kiss to the top of his head.  She couldn’t distress Chouji by breaking down here.  He was already upset enough. 

“It’s going to be alright.  He lived a long time and if he’d had his way, he would have gone long ago.  Have the arrangements been taken care of?  We should pay for them.  He had no one else.”

[cunningpeach]

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"Oh baby, are you blushing ?”

Momo giggled, leaning forward on the rocks and pressing her breasts against them and up and out of the hot spring.  The water was so nice, particularly without clothes on. 

“Come join me.  No one will know.  We’re hours away from the nearest village.  It’s only you and me and all your clothes out here.”

She was clearly baiting him but not for a less than fun purpose.  The blond released the rocks and swam backwards, leaning back and keeping her chest out of the water so that it was only obscured by stray bits of her hair that floated around. 

“There’s just something about sex in the water that I love.  Do you think it’s a Kiri thing?” she commented, making it clear what she was in the mood for. 

[cunningpeach]

"There were so many red flags."

“You think?”

What with the trying to have a baby for months before he was sent away on a long mission, the fact that she’d eaten his entire potato chip stash while he was gone, the weight gain, the lose civilian clothes....  Yeah, lots of red flags. 

“You really do need to learn what a pregnant woman looks like. I’m already three months long.”

Despite his denseness, she still gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.  She was glad he was back and safe, and before her belly grew any real amount. 

“You’re just in time to come to my sonogram tomorrow.  We get to hear the heartbeat for the first time.”

[cunningpeach]

“First tooth came through yesterday and Chokai already bites me.”

“He’s in pain.  Teeth hurt so much when they come in.  I’m sure he didn’t mean it.  You really can’t blame him.”

She picked up the child and sat him in her lap.  Momo had some time to rest while a chicken was roasting in the oven for dinner.  She picked up a mango and handed it to the boy, letting him gnaw on that for a while.  It was nice and healthy for him and plenty tough to sooth his tooth. 

“He didn’t break the skin did he? Do you need a kiss to make the pain go away?”

[cunningpeach]

Sporting an expression that was somewhere between annoyed and amused, he handed their youngest child--who happened to be wearing a particular hat--over to her, shaking his head afterward. "I took him to visit Torifu since... Well, he's pretty old and can't get around as well nowadays. But this one wouldn't stop fussing until he got to wear that hat. I tried to give it back, but I was told to just keep it for now if it keeps this little one happy."

As the baby switched from clinging to his father to clinging to her, Momo lifted him against her chest, using her torso to steady the child. 

“Did he? That must have been a sight.  Old grumpy pants never let me wear his hat.”

She was clearly joking and pleased that Torifu was getting to know the child.  Torifu was her old friend in every sense of the word and though the two never spoke in specific terms, the man knew enough about her to realize that he was the closest thing to a father figure she had, particularly in Konoha. 

“Do you think he’s alright getting around on his own? I know he puts on a brave front but sometimes I wonder if he needs some help around the house. Ya know, not a lot but maybe a genin to help him cook and clean once a week.  He’d probably throw a fit though, grumbling about not being important enough and all that.”

She looked down at the baby and smiled.  The hat did suit him.  She’d see if he could keep it without ripping it up or staining it with baby food.