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Atsumu is crying.
His eyes are running faucets and his lips were trembling. He tries to contain his sniffles, but he couldn’t stop. The Olympic athlete was so overwhelmed with emotions that they just had to be released through his tears. This surge in emotion wasn’t the same as when he wins a volleyball match, filled to the brim with adrenaline and excitement. No, this was much softer, a gentle kind of warmth that overfills his heart, spilling and spilling to the point he feels like he’s drowning.
In his arms were two little angels. Swaddled in fluffy blankets and little beanies on both their heads, Atsumu is completely entranced. They’re so tiny, he couldn’t stop staring down at them. Their little button noses, their small hands, their closed eyelids. They’re so cute.
“ ‘Tsumu, gimme back ma girls.”
“No!”
Immediately Atsumu turns away from his twin brother, keeping the girls out of reach. There’s an exasperated look on Osamu’s face.
“Ya held 'em fer long enough.”
“No I haven’t.” Atsumu denies, a pout forming on his lips. How could his brother say that? How could his brother want to take the girls away from him?
Osamu heaves a long sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Stop bein’ a pain the ass and gimme ma daughters.” Taking a step forward, he has his arms out but Atsumu was stubborn, pulling away.
“No they need more uncle 'Tsumu time!”
“They can have that later!”
“Stop fighting or else you’ll wake the girls.”
The twins shut up real quick at the sound of your tired voice. Propped up against the pillows on the bed, you were beyond exhausted. Makes sense, considering the hours of labor you went through to birth your two baby girls. Atsumu remembers when he entered the room, despite how disheveled you look, you had the brightest smile on your face as you held your newborn twins.
“Sorry darlin’,” Osamu apologizes, his eyes soft as he looks at you before shifting gaze back to his brother, eyes annoyed. “If 'Tsumu could stop hoggin’ our girls then we wouldn’t haveta fight.”
Atsumu huffs. “I ain’t hoggin’ them, ’m havin’ quality time with ma nieces. ’S important.”
“See what he’s doin’? Bein’ an idiot.” Osamu tells you, as if they were kids and he was telling on his brother.
“And yer bein’ rude.” Atsumu shoots back.
He is being selfish he thinks. No he knows. But Atsumu just didn’t want to let the girls go. He thinks about all the overseas training he has to do and all the games he has to attend that are out of the country, taking him away from his precious nieces. He wants to spend as much time as he could with them.
“Can’t believe I can’t hold ma own daughters,” Osamu grumbles. You let out an airy chuckle in response.
“Alright 'Tsumu, my daughters please.”
“But-”
Osamu glares at him, as if daring him to say no to you. He gulps. Atsumu knows better than to go against you, his brother’s precious wife. Still, he’s not happy about letting the girls go. Walking over, he lets you take the little angels into your arms.
Stepping back, Atsumu watches as you coo over your daughters, nuzzling into their cheeks. Osamu was fixated on his baby girls, his eyes so gentle and tender. It was a beautiful sight. You two were in your own little world, completely forgetting the fact that he was here. And normally Atsumu would mind not being noticed, but not now. Osamu leans over to kiss your forehead, mumbling something that Atsumu couldn’t catch. Whatever it was, it makes you smile at him, leaning up to kiss his lips.
Atsumu knows you two will be such amazing, loving parents.
As for him?
Well, he’s going to be the best uncle of course.