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Fuyumi was at the stove cooking dinner with her son on her back being held there by a wrap when her husband came home from work.
“I’m home!” he called out. “Where are my favorite two people in the whole wide wold at?”
“We’re in the kitchen!”
Keigo walked out of the foyer and into the kitchen still donning his hero outfit minus the glasses and ear muffs. “Hey, there, love,” he said with an arm around her stomach and planted a kiss on her cheek. With his other hand, he gently ruffled his son’s hair. “How have you been, little man? Not getting into trouble, I hope.”
“He’s been a little cranky today,” she replied with her own hug.
“Oh? I bet it’s because his favorite person hasn’t been home with him,” he teased. “Come on, let’s let your Mom finish cooking dinner.”
He carefully removed him out of the wrap and walked to the living room. Keigo sat on the sofa and put his son on his lap facing him, and then proceeded to talk with him about what happened at work as if his son understood the language. The boy in return cooed and made noises as if he was talking back and answering all his father’s questions and asking his own.
Fuyumi went back to cooking, adding a few ingredients here and there before putting a lid over the food to let in simmer, and gathered the bowls and plates for their meal. When she looked at her family, she was in awe. How did she get so lucky to have her life unfold like this? Sometimes, she still couldn’t believe she had the perfect family. A family she always wanted, but never had.
Keigo was the best father. He always wants to be a part of his son’s life. Whenever he comes home, he wants his son’s full attention on him whether it be a side glance while he tried to get his son’s attention or a quick tickle. One time while they were playing, their son hit his head on the coffee table in the living room and he burst out crying. Keigo felt so bad while trying to console the wails coming from him, thinking it was his fault that he got hurt. He felt so terrible about it for almost 2 days before Fuyumi calmed his fears down. It was an accident. They happen no matter what. From then on, he was extra careful not to play by the furniture and kept some of his feathers on standby just in case.
He was the best husband. He always made sure she was comfortable and showed her so much love and affection, and he looked after her. It felt nice to be looked after. Growing up, she was always the one doing the looking after and never had anyone to look after her. He even took over some of the chores like making dinner and doing the dishes for her so she could relax and have some quiet time for herself. That made her feel a bit bad to have someone do the chores for her while she does nothing, but Keigo made sure she got it through her head that he was happy to help her in any way he can while shoving all those negative feelings aside with the endless hugs and kisses.
After supper, they moved to the living room to relax with Fuyumi on the couch and the two others on the floor. The time was around 8:30 when their son was yawning and getting upset.
“I’ll out him to bed,” said Fuyumi and gathered him in her arms. He clung to her shirt and began to tug at the clothing, trying to remove it from her chest for his meal. “Well, somebody’s hungry,” she chuckled.
“I can put him to bed. There’s milk in the freezer, right? It won't take that long to unfreeze it. You can take a bath relax.”
“No, I got it. You’ve got an early shift tomorrow, right? Go to get ready for bed and you can take care on him later, okay?”
“Fine,” Keigo pouted.
Fuyumi smiled at his action and went to the boy’s room to feed him. After his meal and being rocked, he was asleep in his crib, soundly. She kissed his forehead after wishing him a goodnight and sweet dreams and closed the door quietly and started her nightly routine before bed. Her husband was already under the covers when she walked in the bedroom. F turned off the lamp beside her bed and removed her glasses. She was about to get comfortable, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and brought her closer towards a warm, solid chest.
“I love you,” signed her husband, giving her lips a kiss.
“I love you too,” she replied and laid her over his heart to hear it beating a steady rhythm.
“Hey, Yumi?”
“Yes?”
“I want another.”
She couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face. “Sure.”