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Douma came that night, the scent of blood thick in the air. Tengen was on watch this night, sharpening his blade before pointing it at him.
“You give me no trouble, you keep your head.” The demon nods walking pass the Hashira and making his way to the room where his love should be.
A new scent was here and Douma freezes. His shoulders lowering when he sees Kotoha look up at him, a smile directed towards him.
“Hey, you made it.” Kotoha brings her hand up, Douma accepting her hand and letting her bring him closer. He kneels and lays his head on the bed. Looking to his wife before to her chest where a noticeable bump is , hidden under the covers.
Those eyes are bright, if only a hint of sadness of not being able to make it in time.
“Can I see them?” Douma turns his gaze to her. Kotoha nods and she moves the covers. From under the covers, Douma sees another blanket and then a small head with thick blue hair.
“He’s a boy.” Douma’s eyes twinkle at seeing the infant sleep away.
“He’s gorgeous.” Douma turns to her, awestruck and Kotoha takes hold of his cheek.
“He takes after you. Wanting my attention during all his waking moments.” Douma grins, taking her hand and kissing it.
“I’m glad, a little piece of me is here.” Kotoha tears up at that. Douma cups her face, kissing her forehead. He pulls back and looks back down to their child. “What’s his name ,love?”
Kotoha loves the blanket, the activity having awaken the child. Their son wakes slowly, squirming as his mother moves him, sitting up. Douma helps her up as she shows off their son.
He yawns before he opens his eyes, making Douma relax.
His eyes were the same color as his mother. Green as the spring leaves, alive and warm. Douma’s own colorful eyes can’t compare.
“I had some trouble. Tengen-sama gave me a few suggestions, none seem to fit. Shinobu tried to help but none seem to fit.” Kotoha would go through a list, Douma listening as he offers his finger to the infant. Letting him grab it and hold it. “ I finally decided on something more simple.”
Douma would await as she leans in more on him.
“Douma, here’s your son, Inosuke.” Douma flexes his finger a bit to move Inosuke’s fist.
“Hi Inosuke, I am your daddy. Sorry I came so late.”
Inosuke doesn’t seem to care too much as he soon falls back to sleep. Kotoha pats Inosuke’s back and lets him fall back to sleep.
“Don’t worry, they say babies sleep a lot at first.”
Douma doesn’t mind, just wanting to be here now. Not wanting to think about anything else but his family.
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When dawn is near, he leaves. Douma does plan to visit again though he would prefer if that one toxic slayer wasn’t on duty.
For now, he makes his way back to his cult, going through his gifts, hoping to find a rattle drum for his son.