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Over the past nine months waiting for his spawn to finish cooking, Sanemi had made a mental note of how to not be his father, every way he could possibly think of messing up or hurting either of you. But now the kid was here he’s realised something, he forgot to make another important list, how to be a good dad.
He didn’t want to be like the other Lords that shoved their kids onto wet nurses and pushed you to have as many of his heirs as possible, that just wasn’t who he was. Sanemi cares about you and he cares about his daughter, sure he may want another in the future but if you didn’t it wouldn’t bother him. The way he thought about it is that if he had to birth a melon and other people didn't, why should they tell him how many melons he should have. Stupid right? Your husband just defeated the illogic behind sexism.
One thing he also didn’t consider was how rough his hands were. Sanemi genuinely thought the baby would hate him because of his hands, but no she betrayed you, turns out the baby is a daddy’s girl.
You’d been planning to visit Tengen’s wives for weeks now, as a little reward for surviving the first year of parenthood. It was only for a few days and Sanemi assured you that your baby would be safest with her dad, a Hashria. That morning you wake to a small foot jabbing your cheek, you groan and roll over but the creature follows you “Am-ma, Mama” your little girl crawls over your side and then sits her bum with full force onto your chest. You gasp for air and Sanemi sits up immediately reaching for an imaginary sword, “the fu-” you whack his side and the baby giggles, hand in slobbering mouth.
“What happened?” his voice was so deep and rumbly in the morning it melted your brain and warmed your cheeks so nicely. “Your daughter just crushed the air out of her mothers lungs” he smirks as you hand her to him. He’d underestimated how funny toddler bedhead was, the wispy afro of white on his daughters head is ridiculously cute.
He sits back on the futon and she magically settles when laid on his chest, happily suckling on her thumb. You turn back around to face them, he reaches and brushes some hair from your face to get a better look at his sleepy wife. Still so beautiful, so strong, he loved how strong you were so any change from pregnancy just made Sanemi fall in love with you all over again.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked, there was this blanket of softness over the bedroom in moments like this, early in the morning with the three of you together as a family. “Nothing” you raise a brow at that as he turns his face a way blushing “really?” he only grunts in response, you sigh shuffling closer to him and resting your chin on his collar. “After years of being married I'm flattered that you still get embarrassed when I catch you thinking about me, promise” he just huffs and you press a kiss to his cheek, your husband's skin felt like a kettle about to boil over.
“I wasn’t I- ugh, Just. Aren’t you supposed to be on a vacation or something” you laugh and he wraps one arm around your waist letting you sink into his side, guided by his large hands. “I don’t know how I'll survive away from you two for so long” he pressed a kiss to your head, basking in the smell of your hair “So don’t leave” you cover one of your cheeks with your hand, mocking a swoon “Awe are you trying to say you’ll miss me?” Sanemi is not amused.
“Our kid will” you look up at his face dreamily, stroking his jaw with a knuckle “She’ll be so focused on her dad that she won’t notice I'm gone”. He grumbles “I will” under his breath. You pause for a moment and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he smiles and gives you a proper one, lingering and sickeningly sweet.