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Inosuke was eight months when he got grumpy when he was refusing to eat his vegetables.
His little boar was so cute when he pouted but his dear songbird didn’t think it was nearly as adorable.
“Inosuke, please eat for Kaa-san!” Kotoha had a takenoko (bamboo shoot) in her chops sticks and Inosuke only looked at it once before hiding in her robes. Douma chuckled lightly and moved a little. He now laid on his back, his head in view of his son.
“My little boar, you must eat!” Inosuke looks at his father before moving away from the offered piece to him. His poor tummy rumbled and Inosuke was starting to tug on Kotoha’s front, wanting her milk.
No, he must be wean and learn to eat solid foods that weren’t meat. (Douma remembers taking a stray eyeball from his grip before eating it himself. Couldn’t let him start craving humans and develop a biting habit.)
Douma taps his little shoulder and Inosuke is looking his way once more, eyes starting to water, confused why he wasn’t being fed.
“Look Inosuke, Papa will show you!” Douma opens his mouth, fangs on display. Inosuke had just about to reach and touch his canines when his mother put the food she still held in his father’s mouth.
Douma happily chews and swallows the piece of food.
“MMMMHHHH, It’s delicious my little boar.” No, he would probably throw up in the next hour or so if he had to do more examples for his son.
Kotoha has another piece and Inosuke stares at the piece before biting on the takenoko. The parents watch as their child chews, face morphing in confusion and swallowing the food. When his mother tries to give him another, Inosuke hides in her kimono once more.
Douma shifts to his front and sits up, having thought of a solution.
“Ah! Kotoha-chan, wait just a few minutes for me!” Douma kisses his wife's cheek before he is gone from the room. Her cheeks flush lightly at the affection.
For the next few minutes, she tries a few more times to get Inosuke to eat but it was all in vain. The baby wouldn’t eat and was starting to tug on her top again.
Her husband returns with a new plate of food but this time Inosuke looks up as the freshly cooked meal fills the air. Douma takes a sit and brings Inosuke to his own lap.
“Alright, Inosuke, I believe you will enjoy this. I know your mother does.” Douma remembers that a pregnancy craving his wife often had was food made into tempura. Didn’t matter what it was she would devour every morsel. He would of course order seconds and thirds even when she wanted to be humble.
Inosuke was already drooling like Douma when he was about to bite into a fresh kill.
Kotoha takes a fried Daikon piece and brings it to Inosuke’s mouth.
Both smile when he happily bit down on the piece, it was a bit too big for his mouth but was consumed in no time.
Douma had to make sure the plate was already out of reach when his son tried climbing and bouncing for it. He laughs when his son whines and Kotoha smiles softly at seeing the two before she gave Inosuke another piece.
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Inosuke would take a post-dinner nap and Douma would have Kotoha by his side as they watch the night sky. She was humming lightly and Douma closed his eyes to just listen to her and Inosuke’s heartbeat.
Then he is shifting to lay once more but this time with his head in Kotoha’s lap.
His wife soon had her fingers running through his hair and he was tempted to sleep like his son.
He was satisfied and could be like this for eternity.