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"I love you, Daddy"

Summary:

Touya's kids tell him they love him. He's still not used to it.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Touya and Machelle were sitting in bed watching TV, both sitting up against the headboard, legs under the blankets. He looked up at a knock on their open door. In peaked their youngest, bright blue eyes under a full head of bouncing white curls.

“What's up, Champ?”

The little one lingered in the doorway for a moment before clambering up onto their bed, crawling in between the two. He braced on their thighs, leaning up and kissing his dad on his scarred cheek. “I love you,” he said plainly before turning to his mom and kissing her cheek. “And I love you.” 

Champion was climbing and off the bed before Machelle could get out her coo. 

“We love you, too, baby!” She called as he left.

The two parents looked at each other for a moment, Machelle's grin growing wider as she poked her husband's cheek above the stitches. “You're blushing~” she sang teasingly.

Touya refused to look in her direction. “He's too young to be acting cute to get something… right?”

“Some humans do just express affection for affection’s sake, you know.” Machelle leaned onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his. 

They turned their attention back to the TV, although neither was really hearing what was going on anymore.

It was maybe half an hour later. Their daughter didn't even knock, only giving the courtesy of waiting until a commercial break. She walked around to her father's side of the bed first, gracing his other cheek with a kiss. “I love you, Daddy.” She sprinted around to her mother's side, where the woman leaned over for her cheek kiss. Maya gave her a loud one. “Mwah! I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, too, Maya. And Daddy does as well.”

Maya shrugged, glancing at her still-processing father. “I know. He just isn't good at responding if he doesn't say it first. Bye!” She slipped out the door with a wave.

Touya had his fingers on his cheeks, brushing over the ghost of his children's kisses. “They're planning something.”

Machelle gave him a look, taking a mental picture. “They love you.”

“That doesn't mean they're not planning something.”

Notes:

Had a hard day helping a kid. Such a sweetheart.