#could....get it

as soon as atsumu finds out you’re pregnant he starts talking to the baby. like, just a general expository of what’s going on in the day. he talks to your bump like it’s a fully autonomous person even if the actual baby is the size of an acorn. if he’s watching a match on tv, atsumu will full on give your baby bump a play by play. “didya’ see that?” like— no tsumu the baby can’t see anything.

once your baby is born tsumu calls her his little ace and they are legitimately best fucking friends. him and your daughter are inseparable, and after every game you and her run down onto the court so she can jump into atsumu’s arms and tell him how well he played.

i could go on and on and on but i’m going to chill 👀sksksksks but I LOVE YOU CEEEEEE

D Y M P H 

THIS. HITS ALL OF MY BUTTONS AND IM SO. MAD ABOUT IT. I love him FUCK I LOVE HIM I SAID IT FINE FINE FINE. 

atsumu being just utterly over the moon the second you tell him you’re pregnant. touching your belly constantly, even before you’re even showing. carrying on conversations with your belly, and when you try to cut in, he’s like, “babe, i’m trying to have a conversation here” and just continues on talking to your bump. he’s definitely over protective when you get bigger (he says it’s for the baby’s sake but eyeroll, you know). always picking things up for you and guiding you with a hand on your lower back, checking in on you silently when you’ve been standing for a long time and could use a break. he says goodnight to you and the baby every single night you’re pregnant. every single night. “night babe. night baby.” 

he CRIES when she’s born. you think he’s going to faint while you’re in labor and you have to gripe at him to get it together because like, you’ve kinda gotta focus on the thing you’re doing right now, not holding his hand and making sure he doesn’t hyperventilate. the first time he holds her tears literally just like roll down his face, he just can’t stop staring at her and she’s so tiny in his arms. he keeps looking between you and her like he just can’t even believe this is real, that this is happening, that he’s allowed to have something as wonderful as the two of you. 

and yes, atsumu and the kid are insufferable. absolutely insufferable because they’re INSEPERABLE. they have adult-sounding gibberish conversations before she’s verbal and atsumu is so serious, nodding and agreeing with her when she blabbers on in nonsense baby talk but beams when her daddy laughs with her. she just hangs off of atsumu constantly, riding around on his shoulders or clinging to his arms or wrappig herself around his ankles. they spend weekend afternoons together, just disappearing for the day (giving you a day off thank god) and coming back exhausted and laughing and covered in dirt ?? and he always wants to let her sleep in the big bed with you even though you insist it’ll mess up her sleep training - but when you come in to find her curled up on his chest, his arm thrown over his head, snoring away, you can’t bring yourself to move them. 

atsumu also cries when she shows her first interest in a volleyball, but he’ll swear on his life he didn’t.