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"Are you sure you can take care of her?" you'd asked three times, voice laden with doubt and concern, even as Gojo shoved you into Mei Mei's car.
"Absolutely," he said.
"You deserve a break," he said.
"I'm the best shaman," he said, "I can deal with a baby."
Gojo Satoru, in no way, shape, or form, could deal with a baby. Exorcisms weren't rife with transferable skills, as it soon appeared, especially not with regards to child-rearing. The car had hardly driven out of the neighbourhood when your phone pinged.
"Sweetie," he cooed from the other end of the line with faked cheerfulness, wails muffled in the distance, "what does this cry mean? I've fed her and her diaper's clean."
A few steps, then a deafening yell boomed over the speaker. Your unfortunate driver startled, but thankfully didn't swerve out of the road despite your baby screaming bloody murder throughout the vehicle.
You sighed. "Mei Mei, bring me home."