you and toji as first-time parents ₊˚ ◟✶ .
when your two-person residence was due to become a three, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. you and toji had planned this, but all the information you thought came to mothers naturally…well, it never did. you had no idea how to look after one. some days, you tried to be productive and prepare by watching nanny shows made for disciplining naughty kids, until toji leaned in and kissed your rounded belly, reminding you that your child wasn’t even born yet.
you were giggling more than you were learning, anyway.
however, all your worries vanished when megumi was born — he must’ve been the most adorable little boy, and you felt beyond blessed to be able to hold him in your arms, seeing him coo and hold up his hands to grasp at nothing. even as a newborn, with his full head of dark, uneven hair and sharp eyes, he resembled his father.
“nah, he’s got your face”, toji’d say, one of his lazy smiles plastered on his face as you both held your son. “i see it.”
everything fell into a routine after the birth. it was fine with a newborn. a diaper change, breastfeeding, another nap. but obviously, a baby grows, and their needs get more complex.
the problem was that it didn’t matter how many hours of research you did or how many parenting books you bought; you both seemed to be hopeless when it came to hands-on experience.
“there he goes, cryin’ again.” toji shot you a tired look, already sleep deprived from the amount of missed bedtimes, trying to stay awake for little megumi. you swore you could see the dark circles actively materialising under his eyes. it was now five in the morning, and you were both sprawled over the couch: you held yet another help book in your hands, while he held the wailing baby, patting his back softly to try ease whatever his problem was. “the fuck do i do now?”
“firstly, you can mind your language in front of our son.” you said, earning a chuckle from your husband as you sat up, holding your arms out. “give him here, babe.”
“now hold on. he doesn’t even understand anything. watch,” toji smirked, his hands grabbing under megumi’s arms so he’d be facing him directly, turning away from you. “fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit bitch fuck shit—“
“toji, oh my goodness. stop it.” you sighed, trying to reach for your baby, weakly grabbing at toji’s forearm. “seriously.”
he grinned, glancing at you and holding the now surprisingly quiet megumi out of reach. “s’not funny sweetheart, this isn’t a laughin’ matter. look, even megumi’s not amused.”
you smacked his arm gently, trying to stop yourself from smiling, but failed and let a laugh slip. an exaggerated groan followed. “ugh, enough. i was trying to set a good example!”
“for this pipsqueak?” he held megumi close to his chest again, taking his little hand to make him wave at you. “i bet he doesn’t even know he exists.”
his statement was unfortunately proven right, with megumi babbling and getting all wide-eyed over seeing his own hand in the air.
“no, toji, i meant for you. at your big age.”
“well he’s not crying anymore. that means it worked.”
megumi clenched and unclenched his chubby hands, reaching for you, kicking his legs against toji’s abdomen. this had you immediately reacting, letting his hand wrap around your finger. you decided that this was what they called that motherly feeling. wanting your flesh to be close to you at all times. even if the flesh drools half the time. and vomits on all your favourite shirts.
“oh, gumi, don’t mind daddy.” you fawned over your creation, softly pressing your lips to his cheek, giving him two airy kisses before he started gurgling again. a bad sign of tears. “please- please no.”
“how does this little thing store so much damn water?” toji’s brows furrowed as you took megumi from his hands. the gurgles were slowly growing into howls.
“he’s going all red.” you shushed him with the sway of your arms. “exactly like you.”
“i don’t ‘go red’, and i’ve never cried in my life.”
“i saw you wipe your tears when megumi was born, toji.” you stifled a laugh, and megumi quietened, as if waiting to hear what you’d say. “did you hear that, gumi? daddy cried when you were born. in the corner. in fact, he was so happy, and he spent hours staring at your little cot.”
you stood up, walking to the bedroom, continuing to speak in that soft voice as your baby’s eyes started to close. “and he wanted to carry you everywhere himself. still does.”
toji joined your side as you gently placed your son in his bed.
“exposing me in front of the baby?” he tilted his head, nearly blocking the entire door frame as he leaned against it. “i think i deserve compensation for that.”
“what kind of compensation?” you crossed your arms, whispering.
“a kiss in exchange for my secret.”
“right. as if he’ll remember.” you giggled, but threw your arms around his neck as he closed the door behind you. “but i guess you deserve it for being the best dad ever.”
his hands settled on your hips as you both swayed naturally, his brows raising and the familiar smirk returning to his face.
“and the best husband?”
“…and the best husband.”
note: i liiive for emotionallyavailabledad!toji 🤍🤍🤍 also short bc it’s exam month and i have to st*dy(??😭😢
dividers by @pixopix & @wispyxfae !
