#aiko

In fact, nobody did.

But when life gives you a wife, it’s a happy life. And when life gives you a wife, you’re now entitled to tea parties…?

And the said child, a beautiful baby girl with his eyes and his mother’s energy had been jumping up and down with joy in a pink Aurora dress that had sequins and cheap glitter coming off with her leaps.

A pink tiara and a rose coloured teapot. Megumi’s large figure looked comically ridiculous as he squatted on the small plastic chair, his legs awkwardly extended to not touch the matching plastic table low to the ground and with toy sets of plastic dessert and tea cups with simple floral patterns, filled with water and some rose petal for the aesthetic.

“Welcome to my tea party, dadd-I mean your highness!” Little Aiko beamed and held her hand out. Megumi swallowed his pride and smirked, taking her tiny little hand with plastic rings and friendship bracelets decorating her wrist; into his much larger hand that had killed many. He kissed one of the rings. “It’s my honour, princess.” He said dramatically.

She smiled, satisfied before twirling around to her tea pot. “Would you like some tea, your highness?” “I would love some.” “How much sugar?” She reached into the plastic jar of imaginary sugar. “No sugar please.” Aiko gasped.

“Daddy! No sugar?!”

“Yeah ‘dad’, no sugar?” You teased, stepping outside in a sundress Aiko had (forced) you to wear with a sun hat. “Your majesty! Welcome to my tea party!”

You leaned down to cradle your toddler’s chubby cheeks and give her a kiss that made her giggle. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You whispered. “Sit next to the king!” Her tiny hands dragged your one hand to sit on the plastic chair beside Megumi.

“Oh, I don’t think we’ve met before, your majesty..” you went along with the act, reaching your hand out. Megumi smirked at your antics that clearly Aiko had inherited. “No, it seems I’ve never seen such a lovely lady before.”

He pressed a kiss to your wedding ring and a sneaky kiss to your wrist. “Mommy! Daddy! You have to wear these crowns!” She held paper crowns that were poorly cut and plastic gems glued on.

She was adamant on sitting on your lap before putting it on your head. Then, she gave the other hat to your hands. “You have to put it on daddy!” You giggled when Megumi leaned his head down as you placed the crown on his head.

“Charmed to be crowned by the most beautiful lady in the kingdom.” you knew Megumi would never say things like this unless it was for his baby girl. Yet it seemed like he enjoyed the role play. “Oh! Meet Mrs. And Mr. Teddy! They’re on their honey moon..” she whispered the last bit. You shook the hands of the inanimate plushie.

“An honour to meet you both.” The tea party had went on, Megumi and you getting into element as “meeting each other for the first time.” Until it was late afternoon. Aiko got drowsy over time, until while she was pouring maybe the fifteenth cup of tea (water) before her eyes dropped.

Megumi picked her up as she fell asleep in his shoulder. “Good night, princess.” He whispered, carrying her to bed and changing her clothes into ‘royal’ pajamas, tucking her in and kissing her forehead.

You were cleaning up outside’s party when Megumi leaned on the door, crown in his hand, and arms crossed. “What’re you staring at?” You teased. “Hm, nothing.” He dismissed.

You stepped close to him, and his hands found their rightful place on your hips like he was on autopilot.

“She picked this dress out?” He murmured.

“Said I looked like a princess in this one. This was the-“

“dress I proposed to you in, yeah, I noticed..”

of course he did, he always remembered these details. “If I knew you were wearing something like this, I wouldn’t be wearing a sweater and jeans, Y’know.” He grumbled, back to his usual personality you married.

You giggled, and brushed some sequins off his sweater with the back of your hand before your arms looped around his neck. He leaned in, nuzzling in your collarbone.

“I’m glad this is my home.” He whispered. “What, tea parties and glitter?” You chuckled. “No..” he pressed a kiss to you, soft with passion, like he was kissing you the same way he did years ago as your first kiss.

Your fingers tangled into his spiky hair. When you pulled away, he almost whined. “I mean my two girls..you are my home..”

and now, Megumi held onto both of your dressses, held onto the paper crowns, and reminisced his two losses playing tea party with him.

If yall tell me you didn’t see that coming then you clearly don’t read my stuff, it’s like instinct now.