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Mikaela worried his bottom lip, pacing back and forth from the chair by the window to the crib pushed up against the wall.
“You’re going to dig a hole through the floor.” Yuu whispered. He stood by the crib, on hand curled on the railing.
Mika stopped, running a hand through his messy blond hair, feeling as if he’d been run over by a freight train. He glanced at Yuu, who offered him a small smile, reassuring, he was sure, but worry still swirled in his stomach.
“Come’re” Yuu said, holding out his hand for Mika to take. Mika did, without hesitation. It was warm, the grip strong, and Mika had to wonder where Yuu’s calm reassurance came from. When they’d first brought Michirou home, Yuu had been a wreck. A nervous, anxious, over-reacting wreck. Mika had tried to be supportive, but having to deal with a newborn and a jittery husband had taken a lot out of him. He’d began to worry that, perhaps, Yuu had regretted their decision to have Michirou. It’d scared him that one day the pressure of it all would be too much for Yuu, and he’d leave them.
About a month into Michirou’s arrival, Mika had sat Yuu down and expressed all of his uneasy feelings. The silence that had followed his last words had been the longest Mika had ever experienced. It was broken by Yuu, as the man hugged Mika close, mumbling quick apologies and jumbled explanations. He was scared, so incredibly scared, but he would never, ever, leave them.
The squeeze to his hand brought him out of his thoughts.
“It’s time to check again. Do you want me to do it?” Yuu eyed him carefully, and Mika breathed in slowly though his nose before nodding. He took a few steps back and gave Yuu room to check Michirou’s temperature. He looked away, his stomach twisting unpleasantly. He held his breath as he waited for Yuu to say something. Really, what kind of idiot was Michirou’s pediatrician? Telling them that, no, they don’t have to worry about Michirou’s fever, it’s perfectly normal after getting vaccinated. Like hell it was. There was probably something very wrong, maybe some immunological disease that they hadn’t tested for and now his defenseless baby was—
“It’s going down, Mika.” Yuu’s words filled Mika’s lungs with air. He rushed to Yuu’s side, eyes fixing themselves on the thermometer. It had gone down considerably. A smile spread across Mika’s face and he looked down at the tiny baby inside the crib. Michirou was breathing evenly, his face not as flushed as before. Gently, Mika touched Michirou’s forehead. The soft skin was cooler now, and his smile widened as he traced his fingers down Michirou’s cheek, his heart swelling. He turned to Yuu, noticing an equally large smile on the man’s face.
“Thank you.” The words bubbled out of Mika, they fell short compared to the immense feelings of relief welling up inside of him, but it was all he was capable of at the moment. His eyes fell shut as Yuu leaned in to brush their lips together. They broke away when Michirou cooed, his large blue eyes blinking up at them.
“You gave us quite a scare tonight, little one.” Mika breathed out, chuckling when Michirou began to wave his tiny arms and legs.
“I’m sure he’s hungry now. I’ll get the bottle ready.” Yuu said, planting one last kiss on Mika’s temple before he went to prepare the water for the baby formula.
Mika hummed, reaching down to lift Michirou into his arms. He cradled him gently to his chest, following close behind Yuu as he murmured sweet words to a babbling Michirou.
