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Chuuya loved Osamu more than anything else in this world. After all, the brunet was his other half, his recently married husband, and now, apparently, also the father of his children.
Yes, children.
Because Osamu had just arrived at his apartment drenched from the rain and, for the first time since the redhead had met him, crying. The brunet had practically been begging him to leave with him from the moment he stepped inside the apartment—despite the fact that there was no need for that… Chuuya would have done absolutely anything if Osamu merely suggested it.
It was only after several seconds of silence from the shorter man that the other finally confessed his pregnancy—and, as the cherry on top, that he was carrying twins—almost as if it were his last resort.
As if Chuuya could even consider a life without him.
Perhaps, under different circumstances, the redhead would have been furious that Osamu had not told him the moment he found out and had continued going on missions that could have harmed their children over the past few months. However, seeing his husband so devastated made it impossible to feel angry.
In fact, he felt stupid for not figuring it out on his own sooner.
Chuuya wrapped the brunet tightly in his arms, hiding his freckled face against his partner’s chest before speaking.
“Then let’s go, you damn bastard. Do you already have a plan prepared? Should I start packing our things?”
He asked it casually.
As if they were merely discussing a vacation.
As if they were not talking about betraying the Port Mafia.
Osamu could only remain silent, frozen for a moment before clinging tightly to his alpha, allowing part of the tension he had carried since Odasaku’s death to finally ease as he absorbed the warmth and scent of his husband.
He waited until his sobbing subsided before finally beginning to explain the improvised plan he had come up with on the way to Chuuya’s apartment: they would hide for a few years until the brunet was no longer so vulnerable due to the pregnancy and, of course, until the Port Mafia assumed they were both dead.
Osamu created the excuse for their “deaths” as he spoke. Chuuya and he had a mission together within the next week, so they would wait until then to escape together, allowing Mori to assume they had failed and been killed once no trace of them could be found anywhere.
Ango would erase their crimes from their records—Osamu would make sure of that.
As for work… considering both of their salaries, their years in the Mafia, and the fact that Osamu had barely ever spent any of his own money, they could comfortably live two entire lifetimes without needing jobs.
The brunet was not worried in the slightest about the Mafia tracking their bank activity, as he had always made sure both he and the redhead were impossible to trace. They were the two most wanted people in Japan—it was necessary for their survival that both of them kept their locations secret at all times.
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Ango proved to be far more helpful than the brunet had originally expected, to the point that he did not even need to worry about where they would hide. The bespectacled man assured them that as long as he had the means, he would help them.
The safe house already even had a nursery prepared for when the twins were born, so the couple only had to worry about staying hidden and surviving the pregnancy.
Which was… complicated.
Aside from being pregnant, the brunet was also grieving his friend and father figure, so without any way to occupy his mind with his previous work as an executive, the breakdowns and episodes came—made even worse by the hormones.
However, Chuuya practically took excessive care of his partner.
He would not even allow him to remain alone in a room, following him around like a lost puppy wherever he went. He spoiled him endlessly as well, risking leaving the safe house whenever his husband craved something.
By the ninth month, Osamu had gained a noticeable amount of weight. Not only because of the twins, but also because he had been eating far better than before. He would have believed Chuuya might stop finding him attractive if not for the absurd devotion his husband showed him, which had escalated into something dangerously close to obsession ever since learning about the pregnancy.
By the time Osamu finally gave birth, nearly a full year had passed since they left the Port Mafia.
The twins were, at the very least, the cutest little things the former Demon Prodigy had ever seen in his entire life. They were a girl and a boy, whom they decided to name Mai and Odachi in honor of Oda.
Odachi inherited Chuuya’s hair and Osamu’s eyes, while Mai was practically a miniature copy of the brunet. Personality-wise, however, both children were perfect copies of their alpha.
The only people who knew about the twins were the parents, Ango, the doctor who assisted with the birth—Yosano, or something similar—and, surprisingly, Kouyou.
Apparently, his husband trusted completely that the woman would not oppose Chuuya’s new life, especially considering that during the pregnancy the redhead had even asked his mentor for advice on how to become “the perfect father,” according to what he had been told.
One year and seven months after abandoning the Port Mafia, their crimes were finally erased, so they quickly settled into the ADA, which had been the couple’s main option ever since meeting the doctor who worked there.
At first, however, their marriage and the existence of their children remained secret. Even if they no longer worked for the Mafia, they were still the infamous Soukoku duo, and they did not want to risk someone deciding it was the perfect target to attack.
Though the secret did not last very long.
One of their coworkers, Kunikida Doppo, had apparently developed a small crush on Chuuya’s husband, and the moment the redhead found out, he practically screamed it directly into the bespectacled man’s face. Kunikida apologized to the couple for an entire week before finally allowing things to return to normal.
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Chuuya sat at his desk doing his work—and his husband’s as well—while Osamu played with their now two-year-old twins alongside the agency’s three youngest members: Kyouka, Kenji, and Atsushi.
“Chibi! Your children are trying to kill me! Help your poor husband!”
The brunet dramatically complained about the fact that both children were clinging tightly around his neck at the same time.
“Shut up, bandages. I’m trying to work!... Besides, you deserve it for forcing me to do your paperwork.”
In reality, no one forced him. Chuuya simply did it automatically, even back when they still worked in the Port Mafia.
“Bad dog, I hate you! I demand a divorce… and I’m taking custody of the children—including Atsushi, Kenji, and Kyouka!”
“Yeah, sure. Less talking and more action, Samu.”
“Kids, do you hear this?! My own alpha hates me… maybe I should just die and end my misery.”
His children stared at him for a moment before immediately bursting into tears.