“Um. Well. It depends what you usually like, though.” Osgood looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
“I like to be surprised,” Kate smiled, “and so far you’ve been doing an excellent job of that.” She winked for good measure, and was delighted when Osgood turned a rather satisfying shade of red.
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When you paw the bed next to you for a sign of warmth, you furrow your brows at the feeling of it cold. You’d expected at least Hiroki to be next to you, filling up the warm area that Osamu’s body leaves, but there’s nothing.
There’s a set of laughter coming from the kitchen, Hiroki and Rumi’s, probably at their poor father’s expense, and it has you smiling as you slowly sit up to face the day.
You yawn and make your way over to his laundry basket, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of SpongeBob boxers to wear before making your way out to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast having your mouth water in excitement.
“Mommy doesn’t like that,” you hear a tiny voice say, and you smirk softly at Hiroki’s sass.
Osamu says he got it from you. You tell him he got it from Atsumu.
“Well mommy’s not here right now, is she?”
“Mumma’s gonna sold you,” Rumi then chirps, and you slowly make your way into the kitchen, smiling at the sight.
There’s a tiny girl and an even younger boy standing on either side of their Osamu, one more tiny girl on his hip while he has a verbal battle with him about whatever he did to your breakfast.
“Mommy’s gonna scold both of you if you wake her up on a weekend,” he sings.
With the threat, the two children dash away, and when their strawberry juice stained faces finally look up to you, you hold a finger up to shush them. They giggle softly and repeat the action back to you.
With a soft step, you creep towards Osamu with a playful grin, careful to be as quiet as you can under the sound of him making breakfast. You skitter your fingers up his sides to make him squeal, and as he does just that, your eldest and middle children laugh loudly before growing quiet and snickery under Osamu’s faux glare of warning.
“Why don’t you go play with worms or something?” He teases, and you click your tongue because you know damn well they’ll try to do it.
“Not without mommy. Go play inside.”They nod and scatter, and Osamu finally turns his gaze to you while you plant a kiss on your infants cheek. “Morning my baby.”
“Morning- oh, wait. Me or the actual baby?” He asks.
“I can address both of you under the same name,” you assure, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek now. “Makin’ breakfast for me?”
“I wanted you to sleep in,” he sighs, but he smiles down at you. “After Hiroki practically headbutted me awake, I figured we could do something nice for ya.”
“Awww, honey,” you coo, resting your head on his shoulder and rubbing a palm up and down his back.
You hang in the silence of frying foods and quiet clangs of bowls, before you break it with a hug around his waist, kissing his arm for attention.
“Fatherhood looks so good on you,” you mewl, rising up on your tiptoes to meet him for a kiss. When he leans down to match you, you give him a playful swat on his butt, making him yelp out.
“Do not,” he grumbles, still smiling.
You roll your eyes, your hands now moving to cup his cheeks, “you never let me have any fun.” When you try to kiss him again, your toddler sticks her fingers between you both, fishhooking poor Osamu’s lip and pulling to the side.
“Okay- ow, okay-“ he whines, using his hand to gently move hers from his mouth. “Quick, kiss me now.”
You snicker and do as he asks, but your moment lasts even shorter when your Hiroki and Rumi come around the corner, synchronized “ewwwww!”’s falling from their lips.
He sighs, planting a kiss to your head, “how’s fatherhood looking to you now?”
You beam up at him, “never better.”
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