Chapter Text
“He’s beautiful,” Adachi said softly.
Kurosawa spoke in a similar hushed tone. “He is.”
For a while, the two men were content to stand by the doorway of the special room in their apartment. The room that they prepared for months, which they painted a soothing periwinkle blue and spent an honestly excessive amount of time picking out furniture for, but Adachi liked to think that their hard work paid off.
A white dresser with star- and moon-shaped drawer handles stood at the corner of the room. At another corner, a rocking chair which neither men have actually gotten around to using yet (Kurosawa preferred to stand, and the rocking made Adachi slightly nauseated). There was also a small play area, packed with toys and stuffed animals that they should be able to use in the near future.
At the center of this special room was a crib.
A mobile, with stars and rockets and a crescent-shaped moon hovered over this crib. Through its white bars, Adachi and Kurosawa could make out the tiny being swaddled in a blue blanket. The little one’s eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with every small puff of breath.
“Little Kota-chan,” Kurosawa said with a smile. “I can’t believe he’s really ours.”
“I know,” Adachi murmured. “It feels too good to be true.”
Kurosawa nudged him playfully with his shoulder. “You’re a dad.”
Adachi nudged him back. “So are you.”
They smiled at each other for a moment, before turning back to Kota-chan, their beloved son. Their son, who was now stirring, as if sensing that his parents were in the room. He turned his head and blinked, revealing big, curious eyes.
The two men watched, utterly enchanted, as he smiled at them, a big gummy smile.
“He’s smiling!” Adachi whisper-yelled at his husband.
Kurosawa was frantically slapping his pockets. “Kiyoshi, do you have your phone with you?” he asked Adachi urgently.
Adachi shook his head, unable to tear his gaze away from little Kota-chan, who was now giggling at how dumb his dads probably looked.
“He’s laughing,” Kurosawa said in awe.
And with that, the two men were trapped, rendered speechless and unable to move. They could only watch every movement their son made, every minor detail being imprinted into their memories forever.
“I love him so much,” Adachi said reverently.
“Me too,” Kurosawa agreed. “Our Kota-chan.”
Kota-chan blinked at them, and as was the nature of babies, his mood seemed to turn one-eighty. He hiccupped and suddenly burst into tears, a little arm managing to weaself free from the blanket and reaching out, asking to be picked up.
Both Adachi and Kurosawa hurried over. Kurosawa reached him first, and immediately cradled the little one in his arms. “Shh, it’s okay,” Kurosawa murmured. “Daddy’s got you, okay? Both your daddies are here.”
Adachi watched, chest warm, as Kurosawa tried to soothe their Kota-chan by carefully rocking him in his arms. He was also singing softly, the same song he’d sing to Adachi to calm him down when he got stressed.
Eventually, Kota-chan stopped crying, but he didn’t look entirely pleased either.
Adachi chuckled at his disgruntled expression. “I think it’s time for a diaper change.”
Kurosawa wrinkled his nose. “You’re right.”
“It’s my turn,” Adachi said, holding his arms out. “I’ll take care of him.”
Kurosawa gave Kota-chan one last cuddle before gingerly placing him in Adachi’s arms. “Thank you, love,” he said quietly. “I’ll get started on breakfast, okay?”
Adachi nodded. Careful not to jostle the baby too much, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his husband’s jaw, making the other hum in contentment. “Thanks, Yuichi.”
Kurosawa kissed both of them on the forehead. “See you in a bit.”
Adachi watched him go, his chest still feeling very warm. He looked down and saw that Kota-chan was looking around, confused. He stared at Adachi questioningly.
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s just making breakfast,” Adachi murmured. He slowly walked to the crib and gently laid Kota-chan on the nest of blankets. The baby looked at him in alarm, arms immediately reaching out for his dad.
Adachi swiftly walked to the drawers and hurriedly took out the baby bag with the supplies– diapers, wipes, and baby powder–and was back by his son’s side in an instant.
“Sorry about that, Kota-chan,” Adachi apologized. Kota-chan blinked at him, still looking somewhat displeased, and Adachi huffed out a laugh.
“Why do you have to be so adorable, huh?” Adachi said with a smile. He checked his son’s diaper and the smile turned into a grimace. “And stinky,” he added, poking his son on the tummy.
Kota-chan let out a giggle, amused by the look of mild disgust on his father’s face. Adachi shook his head.
“Up you go,” he said, lifting Kota-chan in his arms, the baby bag slung over his shoulder. “Time to change your diaper, my stinky, adorable boy,” he sang, and this only made Kota-chan laugh even more.
“Breakfast is ready!” Kurosawa called out from the kitchen.
“Coming!” Adachi said. Kota-chan allowed his father to change his diaper without much fuss (or unexpected projectile pee), which Adachi greatly appreciated. “You’re such a good kid, aren’t you, Kota-chan? You didn’t even kick Dad this time!”
A fresh diaper and one happy infant later, Adachi walked out of the bathroom, Kota-chan in his arms, and smiled at the sight of tamagoyaki, miso soup, and rice on the dining table.
“Hope you didn’t lose your appetite,” Kurosawa said with a grin. His husband chuckled in response, shaking his head.
Kurosawa drew a chair out for Adachi and stood by until both father and son were seated. He then reached for the baby bottle he prepared and Adachi gratefully accepted it. Both men sighed in relief as Kota-chan eagerly drank the milk, staring at his parents with wide eyes.
“I’m glad he has an appetite, too,” Adachi said. “Thought we’d need to wrestle him again.”
Kurosawa patted his son on the head. “He’s a healthy boy, alright.”
He turned to his husband, eyes shining with mischief. “Can I feed my other baby, too?”
Adachi rolled his eyes, but he smiled, despite himself. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
“Guess not!” Kurosawa said happily. He plucked a piece of the tamagoyaki with his chopsticks. He dipped it in Adachi’s favorite sweet sauce and held it to Adachi’s face. “Say ‘ah,’” he teased him.
Adachi glared at him, but he opened his mouth nevertheless. He hummed as he chewed, eyes closing in appreciation for the delicious food. “Great cooking, as usual,” he said with a sigh. And, trying not to let his cheeks burn too much, he mumbled, “What will we do without you, Yuichi?”
Kurosawa smiled at him, eyes soft. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.
And with that, the little family enjoyed their breakfast together, basking both in the warm morning sun filtering through the windows and the warmth of each other’s presence.