just like his mother
fluff . papa!toji x mama!reader . pt. 3 of my dad!toji series
not proofread, please excuse any mistakes
“megumi! where ar’ ya?” toji’s voice boomed out in the backyard, his brows scuffed together, where did the brat wonder off to?
he was only about a year old now, not listening to his father had to be a phase.
hopefully.
running around like a big gorilla, he was glad you were out at town shopping with your girls. he told you to take it easy because he has it allll covered.
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“babe, are you sure?, i can take him with me.” you muttered, patting down your outfit as you looked up at him for his approval and a compliment.
shaking his head, peppering your cheek with kisses. “no no no no, gorgeous, stunning.” he whispered into your skin, nose grazing your ear. “i’ll stay with him, yeah? you take your time and have a break, mama.”
kissing megumi’s chubby cheek, then you were gone.
this should be easy, looking down at megumi, he smirked smugly. “jus’ us, ain’t that right, squirt?” ruffling his hair.
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“MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!”
out of breath and huffing and puffing like a old dog, he sat down on the porch-step and ran his hands down his face,
he wasn’t that athletic anymore, yes he was good built, muscular, etc.
but fatherhood was taking a toll on him. knees cracking when he bends or even going downstairs, his back feeling like it was going to snap if he didn’t find a comfortable position laying down, relaxing, all of that stuff.
joys of fatherhood though,
“papa.” a soft voice made his head turn, “megumi!—“
“look what i have.” holding up a fistful of wiggly worms, his dungarees grass-stained at the knees with tints of mud, dust on his cheeks like cocoa powder,
but beneath all of that, he focused on your features that this little boy inherited. your nose, your mannerisms, your smile (even though baby gumi barely smiles..).
a small perk of a smile on his face, he got up with a stretch of his limbs. “that’s nice, gumi. but put them back, okay? what if someone kidnapped you from your home? would you like it?”
frog blinking, carelessly dropping the worms he scavenged for, “bye wurms.” wishing them a goodbye before clinging to his father’s leg.
“ye’ need a wash.” licking at the scar at the side of his mouth, scooping the boy up despite getting himself dirty and propping him up on his hip.
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with megumi in bed, toji lazed out on the couch. one hand twirling a toothpick in his mouth, picking out the chinese that he recently ate for his dinner, and the other hand holding his phone, you and his message’s open.
hey baby
when you back?
baby love ❤️
i’ll be back soon, me and the girls are finishing up our dinner and yuki will get us all a uber back home
you and megumi okay?
okay, no probs. wanna stay up and see u.
and yea, lil’ monster tuckered out. he’s in his bed.
the soft pitter patter of tiny feet brought his attention from the screen, craning his head up to find megumi waddling over to him.
“pa. can’t sleep.” struggling to push himself up onto the couch beside his father, before managing to get up.
toji rose a brow, switching his phone off and settling it to the side, “swear i just saw you passed out twenty minutes ago, kid.”
sprawling his arms across the back of the couch, watching as the toddler settled against him with a soft breath.
“when mama back?,”
“she’ll be back soon, but don’t you stay up, ‘kay?”
“ok.”
his hand leaving its short spot of the couch to the back of megumi’s back, rubbing it up and down. like a flower starting to wilt, megumi’s eyes shut and he drifted off back to counting sheep.
the need to be with someone that he was comfortable with reminded him of you. always wanting to be cuddled up next to him, all needy and clingy for his attention.
megumi was just a mini you. and he was glad for that.
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saying bye to your homegirls, hugging them all as they dropped you off.
prying your heels off and into a neat shoe wrack, taking your thin coat off and hanging it up.
the house was warm, not eerie, but weirdly comforting.
the temperature was warm, but not too warm, like a embrace. the lighting was dim and candle-lit.
whispering as you peeked your head into the couch, maybe he was asleep since he stopped viewing your messages. “toji! i’m home—“
palming your mouth to stop any noise, mouth forming into a wide grin as you studied the view infront of you;
toji, fast asleep head lowered and his lips holding a delicate smile. with megumi pressed against him, drool spilling out and onto toji’s sweatpant pocket.
the atmosphere was so peaceful and adorable, squealing into your palm. but somehow, toji heard it and opened one eye lazily, smirking at you.
“shh. finally got him asleep. disturbin’ me too.”
“oh stop it,”
moving megumi back to his bed because the position wasn’t good for his neck, changing yourself into some pyjamas, and heading back downstairs.
toji was laying on his side, arms open welcoming you over.
curling against him like a missing jigsaw piece, relaxing your body and shutting your eyes as his fingers ran through your hair.
yea, he was glad megumi wasn’t a mini him.
and he was right that he was just like his mother.
