Damning evidence – Daichi x reader
wc 846 – f!reader
requested by @cottonlemonade for A blast from the past, parenting edition<3
Your lips were pursed when your husband got home from work in the late afternoon, and you gestured for him not to take his uniform off. He had been working overtime to earn a bit extra for your son’s upcoming school trip, but he would have to do a little work at home, too. “Our neighbour was just here.”
“The one with all the cats or the one with the annoying tree,” Daichi asked, leaning in to peck your forehead in greeting before toeing off his shoes.
“The one with the cats,” you confirmed, nodding slowly.
Daichi squinted at you. “And?”
“One of those cats was missing when she came home from work. She had reasons to believe it was a catnapping.” Doing your best not to chuckle, you gave Daichi the information you had gotten from the lady before pointing over your shoulder and lowering your voice. “I think our son stole the cat.”
Daichi’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”
“There was a very clear meow from his room when I knocked on the door asking if he wanted dinner before or after you got home. He said that he needed to do some homework. In other words, he asked me not to come in.”
You finally cracked, letting out a little snort of laughter at the same time as Daichi did, and you both spent a minute leaning on each other and snickering at your son’s ridiculous crime. Daichi was quite hungry, so you also stopped by the kitchen for an apple and had a briefing on his day before you made your way to the stairs. “Good cop, bad cop?” you asked.
“I’m thinking cop,” Daichi pointed to himself, then to you. “Mother.”
You snorted, waving him off. “You’re an idiot.”
Daichi scoffed in insult, gesturing to his well-worn uniform and looking somewhat cocky in his next words. “I’m literally a cop.”
You knocked on your son’s door, opening it despite his urgency in telling you to keep out. “We have a warrant!”
Walking inside calmly, you just managed to see your son using his foot to push something under his bed before he turned to you like the young gentleman he was. “Dad! ‘Sup, how was work?”
“You can address me as Officer Sawamura.” You did a double-take and looked at your husband with surprise, before following his lead.
“The police came, they’re investigating a catnapping. A kidnapping. Of a cat.”
“Oh, that’s a shame for real,” your son empathised. You nodded in agreement.
“A meow was reportedly heard from this room about an hour ago,” Daichi told him, pretending to read from the little notebook he had pulled from his uniform pocket. “We have reason to believe you were involved in the kidnapping.”
Your son scratched the back of his head and used the tip of his slipper to draw patterns on the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe the cat distribution system found a new home for it.”
“Evidence number two.” By now, you were watching Daichi just as curiously as your son was watching nervously. “The wrapper from a cat food packet. Found in the trash can downstairs.”
Your son chuckled awkwardly and looked at you. “Damn, mom. Didn’t know you ate those.”
Holding a hand over your mouth, you pretended to be coughing to hide any hint of a snicker. “I don’t.”
“Son, please be honest with us,” Daichi requested, finally done with the script he had made up while going up the stairs.
“That’s pretty damning evidence, honey,” you added, walking over to your son and patting him on the back. “Is there a cat under your bed?”
Just as you said that, a grey cat made its way out from under the bed, licking its lips before meowing again. The boy sighed. “There was.”
Daichi picked up the cat, scratching it around the neck. “Why did you steal it?”
“I wanted to show this girl in my class. Her cat died, and she’s been so sad about it,” he muttered.
You looked at Daichi with a pout, and he seemed equally moved by the purpose. “That’s valiant of you, but you could have just asked to go pet the cats.”
Groaning, he rubbed his face with both hands. “I didn’t even think of that.”
“Return the cat before dinner. Tell her about the girl, she’ll forgive you right away,” Daichi instructed, a caring smile on his face. “And you’re grounded for the rest of the week, no computer except for doing homework.”
“Fine.” He took the cat from his dad, huffing in annoyance before stomping down the stairs.
Daichi looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows. “Want me to make that two weeks?” he yelled.
Shaking your head affectionately, you gave your husband a big smooch on the lips before following your son down the stairs to get dinner started. Meanwhile, you wondered if Daichi remembered that time he cut his neighbour’s flowers with scissors to bring you a nice bouquet for your first date, back when you were teenagers. Like father, like son.
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(timeskip era, fluff, slice of life, domestic, dad!au)
│ the lights may twinkle, but he’s watching his whole world from a ladder
Day 1 of the 31 Days of Haikyuu Winter
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the cold hits you first — that soft, winter bite that makes your breath puff white in the air and forces you to curl your fingers tighter around the mugs of hot chocolate. they’re warm enough to sting your palms a little, but it feels nice, grounding. the scent rises with the steam: cocoa, vanilla, a hint of cinnamon you added on a whim.
your porch light spills out a golden circle behind you, glowing against the deep blue of the early evening. the sky is fading fast, the kind of december twilight where everything looks dipped in watercolor. you can hear the distant quiet of the neighborhood — someone’s wind chime, a car crunching slowly over frost.
and then, closer, much louder:
“—and then she said i talk too much in class, but i wasn’t even talking that much, i was just telling rina about the glitter glue, and—”
daichi’s voice interrupts, strained to the point of cracking. “uh-huh. yep. sweetheart, could you… maybe hold the ladder a little tighter?”
you round the corner of the house, following the spray of half-hung christmas lights. daichi is near the top of the ladder, one boot braced awkwardly on a rung that looks far too thin to support a grown man, his gloved hands working shakily along the gutter.
below him, your kid has exactly one hand on the ladder. the other is waving enthusiastically as they continue their monologue without pause.
“—and then rina said she didn’t even like glitter anyway, but that’s a lie, she loves glitter, she’s always asking if we have more—”
daichi leans down, terrified, looking directly at the barely-touching hand. “please. both hands. both— honey, they’re not even— babe, they’re not even holding the ladder!”
you bite your lip hard to keep from laughing. this was supposed to be a cute family moment. it has turned into daichi re-evaluating every decision he has ever made.
“i brought hot chocolate,” you announce softly.
your kid immediately lights up, abandoning the ladder entirely — daichi makes a strangled noise — and rushes over with both mittens outstretched.
you pass them the smaller mug, careful to help their little hands wrap around it. they blow on it dramatically, nose pink from the cold.
“mama, look! we’re almost done hanging lights!”
“oh, i can see that,” you say, glancing up at daichi.
he is clinging to the ladder like it’s swaying in hurricane-force winds instead of sitting perfectly still on your frosty lawn.
“i’m fine,” he insists, though he’s visibly trembling. “i’m great. not scared at all.”
“uh-huh.”
a breeze moves through the yard, stirring the lights hanging beside him. they sway gently, casting dancing reflections across his face. he’s flushed from the cold, hair slightly damp from frost, breath coming out in sharp puffs.
you step forward and steady the ladder with both hands.
his whole spine loosens in relief.
“oh thank god,” he mutters under his breath.
your kid, totally oblivious to the life-or-death stakes, takes a big sip of their drink and announces proudly, “i helped dad!”
“you did,” daichi says, voice full of forced enthusiasm. “such great help.”
“do you want me to hold it again?”
“absolutely not.”
you laugh, the sound carrying lightly into the cold air. “go on, love. finish the lights.”
daichi clears his throat and carefully climbs the last two rungs, hooking the final strand. his movements are exaggeratedly slow, deliberate, like he’s performing surgery on live electricity.
you can see the small details from below: the way his breath shakes just slightly, the way he keeps looking at where your kid used to be standing, the way he relaxes every time your hands tighten on the ladder.
when he climbs down, boots hitting the frosted grass, he exhales so deeply it fogs the air in front of him.
“see?” you tease. “that wasn’t so bad.”
“i was up there,” he says, gesturing with one gloved hand toward the gutter like he just scaled mount everest. “and our child was giving a ted talk on glue.”
your kid pipes up immediately, “it wasn’t a ted talk. it was important.”
daichi crouches to kiss their forehead, pulling them gently into his side. “i know, sweetheart.”
you hand him his mug, now warm instead of piping hot. he wraps his palms around it, leaning into your side. the lights above you flicker on — warm, golden, crooked in places but glowing beautifully.
they reflect in your kid’s eyes first. then in daichi’s.
“it looks good,” he murmurs. “really good.”
“because we all did it together,” your kid declares.
“yeah,” daichi says quietly, looking at you over their head. “we did.”
and you stand there as a family — hot chocolate warming your hands, winter running soft fingers over your cheeks, the glow of string lights painting your home in warmth — while daichi pulls you close enough to share his breath.
“next year,” he whispers, lips brushing your hairline, “we’re buying a sturdier ladder.”
you smile into his shoulder. “next year, you’re not allowed up the ladder.”
he hums. “deal.”
the three of you stay outside long enough for the cocoa to cool and the sky to go velvet-dark, the lights bright against the night, your world warm in the cold.
dilf!daichi sawamura x reader (fem) || n/sfw. mdni. shotgun (mention). pregnancy sex. sfw at first then the list devolves into naughtiness 😈
“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” - theodore hesburgh
Daichi Sawamura swears by this sentiment.
His children (in birth order): Daddy’s Girl #1, Daddy’s Girl #2, Mama’s Boy.
Tells people the kids got his good looks because you still have yours. Aww.
Poor Daichi laughs nervously every time he comes home to find that the girls have once again dressed their 3-year-old brother in a princess costume - complete with a tiara - and he’s got fake makeup all over his face and his son is just deadass standing there looking like Twisted Sister, I’m done. 💀
You’re the “just wait until your father gets home” mom.
His kids are so well-behaved though? Very good manners.
Unironic Dad of the Year candidate.
He may be strict but he loves and is so proud of his kids. They’ll always have everything they need and a lot of what they want (though they’ll have to earn it as they get older).
“Go the fuck to sleep!” - Daichi Sawamura at least one night a week until all of his kids are over the age of 10.
OMFG DAD SNEEZES - so loud! If you’re minding your business quietly and he sneezes in the next room, you damn near jump out of your skin. “DAICHI! STOP SNEEZING SO LOUD!! YOU'RE SCARING THE CHILDREN!!” Daichi from the next room: ”GOOD!!”
You love this man so much.
Volleyball Dad™️
When his kids act up, they know they’re in trouble because Daichi just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at them with the most severe look in his eyes. It has the same effect it had on the team back at Karasuno.
His kids HATE driving lessons with him. Not only is he their protective father, he’s also a cop. Can you imagine? Poor things.
Teaches all his kids how to change a tire, especially his girls.
Domesticated af. Will clean, do laundry, cook, change the babies’ diapers, and mow the lawn. Cooking is one of those mundane things he looks forward to doing with you while you feed each other tastes of what you’re making.
Expects the children to ask, “may I please be excused?” before getting up from the dinner table.
He doesn’t interfere with the inevitable sibling rivalries between his kids. If they’re fighting over something he’ll keep an eye on them, but wants to let them solve their own problems when possible. If it starts to get out of hand though, he’ll step in.
Usually doesn’t have to do much more than gruffly say “alright, that’s enough…” and peace is restored.
His kids all love and respect their dad.
He’s hard on them and pushes them to do their best. Has high expectations of them - work hard, stay out of trouble, make good grades, mind your curfew, obey your mother.
Daichi is observant and highly intuitive, so he can read his kids exceptionally well. If they’re down about something or struggling somehow, he just knows.
And he knows just the right thing to say or do to give them guidance. He may not be very good at helping them navigate their emotions, but he gives practical advice in such a warm, loving way. And I think they actually appreciate that more than if he just talked about their feelings with them because they already get that from you. He listens to them but is relatively quick to help them move toward a practical solution in a validating way.
Daichi is so PROTECTIVE, ESPECIALLY OF HIS GIRLS.
Can we please take a moment to imagine and appreciate Daichi Sawamura with teenage daughters?
I pity the fools who take his girls out on dates - whether it’s their 1st date or 21st date makes no difference.
Need I remind you what he growled at Suga when Kiyoko held Suga’s hands (in the dub)?
“Whatever you do to her, I’ll do to you.”
But when he said it to your daughter’s boyfriend, it was with a bone-crushing shake of the hand and a smile.
He’s the dad that sits on the front porch with a shotgun laying across his lap while he waits on his daughter to get home. The boy’s car pulls up 20 minutes before curfew. She walks up and chuckles at him and says “Oh, Daddy” while patting his head before going inside.
But Daichi doesn’t budge. He just sits there and narrows his eyes at her date, staring him down to assert his dominance until the boy quickly pulls away.
His daughters’ boyfriends are soooo good to them, partly because they know they’ll end up naked in a ditch somewhere if they’re not lol. They’re so scared of Daichi. It’s cute. They always address him as “sir” and “Mr. Sawamura”.
Cries, sobs even at both his daughters’ weddings.
He legitimately ugly cried at his first daughter’s wedding when she turned to him before he handed her off to her soon-to-be-husband and said, “You’ll always be the first man I ever loved. You taught me how I should expect to be treated by a man. I won’t let you down, Daddy.”
He’d been holding it together until that happened, then the levee broke and this grown ass police sergeant fucking LOST IT as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. (Like he did when Kiyoko brought back the team’s ‘tobe’ banner omg he was so cute 🥹😢)
Omg his girls? D A D D Y ‘ S G I R L S!! Even in adulthood they’ll throw their arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek saying “I love you, Daddy!” when they come home to visit. Daichi always gets the biggest grin on his face when they do that.
Yes, he’s protective of them but he doesn’t have to be. They learned from him what to expect from a gentleman and they won’t settle for anything less. And he’s so proud of them for that. He beams knowing that there’s a part of him that shines through his girls that won’t let them be treated as anything less than ladies.
Dad Jokes™️ (I laugh so hard at dad jokes y’all ngl). But the kids groan when their father shamelessly laughs at his own jokes.
Sexiest motherfucking dad bod ever. I have yet to hear even a single person disagree with me on this. It’s basically canon. But he’s so insecure about it? He needs you to occasionally wrap your arms around him from behind and grab his belly and tell him how much you love every last inch of his body because your man is still smokin’ hot.
His hairline might recede a little bit, but he’ll have a full head of hair for the rest of his life.
During all 3 of your pregnancies, Daichi will 19388% buy you the things you crave. You want pickles and ice cream? He’ll cringe, but you can bet your sweet ass your husband will come home with a jar of pickles and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s with as much pride as a caveman who brought home fresh kill for his woman and unborn child.
“Daichi,” you’ll whine, “I want a cheese and potato chip sandwich!”
He’s already IN the kitchen putting mayo, mustard, and cheese on bread before piling on a handful of chips and bringing it to you. You’re carrying his child (quite beautifully he might add). The least he can do is feed your cravings (within reason…if you crave dirt, he won’t be giving that to you).
He even tries a bite of your sandwich and is like “Hmm! That’s pretty good, actually!”
“Right? It’s what the baby wants. Must be a Sawamura thing…”
Speaking of babies…
⚠️ NSFW AHEAD ⚠️
Daichi is upright and proper in public/around others but in the bedroom he turns into a beast. Making babies with him is so much fun??
You probably had all of them relatively young. ≥30-ish?
Maybe you have a fourth kid later in your 30s because you slipped up and forgot your birth control. If not, it’s because Daichi got the old snip-snip.
He just loooooves to cum inside you. It just feels so intimate for him. If he has to pull out or wear a condom he’ll feel less emotionally connected to you. Being inside you raw makes him feel so close and in tune with you.
Your husband’s breeding kink game is STRONG. Each of the 3 times you told him you were pregnant he got hard. He was happy, yes, but also hard. So you said, “Daichi! I’m pregnant!” And he smiled and looked at the various positive home tests, hugged you, kissed you, kissed you harder, rolling his tongue over yours.
His hands were all over you - your belly, your hips, your thighs, your ass. His brow was furrowed, eyebrows drawn downward as he backed you up against the bathroom counter. “Daichiiii…” you giggled as he picked you up and sat you down on the surface. Standing between your legs, he pushed his fingers inside your shorts and found your clit, making you gasp his name. “That’s it. That’s my girl,” he breathed. “Say it again.”
And you did…not that you could’ve helped it the way he was touching you, the way he was pushing his thick fingers inside you. One of your hands gripped his flexing wrist while the other sought to steady yourself on the granite, sighing. Next thing you knew, your knees were crooked over his arms and your butt was nearly hanging off the counter as he fucked his cum into you while telling you you’re gonna have ALL his babies.
His breeding kink goes further than just getting you pregnant. He loves seeing you pregnant. Trust that your sex life is going to blow up when you start showing. Knowing you’re full with life because of him, because he filled you up with his seed makes Daichi F E R A L.
So pregnancy sex is gonna be a big thing with him.
Even in your third trimester, it happens often that Daichi comes home from work and latches onto your neck while his hands caress your belly. You giggle but he’s serious as he pushes against your bottom and you can feel him half hard already. “Daichi!”
“Can’t help it, babe. Need you. Now,” he’ll growl. He’ll either bend you over the nearest surface and pull his cock out of his uniform to fuck you, or pick you up and carry you to bed before having his wicked way with you there. He gets so turned on, so into it that you’re crying out as he slams his hips against your ass while his blunt fingernails dig into your widened hips.
MORNING SEX !!
Morning quickies before the kids come knocking on your locked bedroom door. Daichi prefers to go slow and take his time, make you cum at least twice before he lets himself unload inside you. But, fuck, both of you are so horny for each other some mornings and after the kids are born, you know the kids will be waking up soon and knocking on your bedroom door. So neither of you waste any time. Whether he mounts you or you straddle him, whether Daichi makes love to you or fucks you raw makes no difference. Either way it is going to be INTENSE.
So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the musings of my overactive imagination as it pertains to sexy Mr. Sawamura. What would you add? What would you take away? Let me know! I’m curious!
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Hihi! I was reading through all your Haikyu dad fics. I love them so much btw! I was wondering if you considered doing on for Daichi? How he would react once he found out reader is pregnant? Canonically he's a cop so maybe he gets worried about how dangerous his job is and if he can handle the extra stress? He gets distant from reader because of it and doesn't wanna add any extra stress to the pregnancy. It could def be angst to fluff.
I love your work and even if you don't do my request, I appreciate whenever one of your fics comes up on my dash 🥰🥰🥰
I’m gonna sob you’re so sweet😭😭I’m so glad you liked them!! I’ve only written Daichi a few times but I’d be happy to write that for you!!stop that’s so nice I’m gonna cry!! Tysm for requesting I love writing requests so much so if anyone else wants to see anything else let me know!!!
Tw- pregnant reader, Daichi’s worried about his job, angst to fluff, reader has Braxton hicks contractions fears it’s early labor, Daichi ignores reader for a while, everything in the request!! Let me know if I missed anything!!
When Daichi first became a cop he hadn’t thought anything of it, it was a nice job that paid well. After you two got married however, was when he started to become concerned.
His head would swirl with thoughts of you getting injured or living alone because he’d been injured with his job, and after you two had found out you were pregnant the fear only grew.
Today however, while he was directing traffic working as a crossing guard, before he could direct any traffic someone had almost run him over. And for a moment Daichi let the shock rush over him before calling in the liscense plate. Thankfully he was unscathed and someone else offered to take over his position.
When he’d gotten home you were next to the kitchen island a big mixing bowl sat infront of you.
You smiled sweetly at him and when he got over to you, he didn’t hug you like normal, he couldn’t what if that guy got arrested and came for you because you were the most precious thing to Daichi.
So for the next month the process proceeded. He’d broken up your schedule so much you’d find yourself crying to sleep as he’d stay in the living room late at night watching trashy television in his recliner which he’d only bought to rock your baby in, you miss the way he’d rub your belly at night helping to soothe the soreness and calm down your baby girl’s sharp kicks to the ribs.
One of these days however, you’d had a little scare, you’d thought you’d had an early contraction thankfully it was just a Braxton hicks contraction, still to be cautious you’d had a friend drive you to the hospital, you never called Daichi, he hadn’t talked to you since last week.
“Y/n? You’re here?” Daichi sighs out in relief as you walk into the house he holds you tight and your brows furrow, you place your hand on his back.
“I was worried” you can see the relief in his eyes.
“You were worried?” It’s than he realizes how horribly he’s messed up.
It took an incredibly long time to forgive him for ignoring you like that but inevitably you did.
When you gave birth to your precious little girl Daichi relized than that while yes his job comes with risks, that everything does even what he thinks will protect his family comes with risks and he’s happy he was able to relize that before it was to late to fix his family.
He smiles softly at his baby who stares up at him with her big brown eyes in her cute little bear onesie he’d boughten.
Anywho!!! If you want to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests so much!!!!!(Also I’d love to write more Daichi stuff if you guys want!!!)
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Can we also talk about Dadchi? I mean, if he managed to reel in the Karasuno boys then everything is possible 😂
oh my god yes. daichi would be a really, really good dad. he’ll know exactly how to raise his kids, and how to manage them. as in, he’ll expect each kid to not always respond to the same reinforcements, to have different love languages, to be approached with different parenting styles. he’ll be able to adapt really well, and will also always, always know how to bring the best out of all his children and to motivate them all the time (it’s the leader and captain in him). he’s a very reliable dad too. like yeah, if you ever slip up and make a mistake, you will be scolded and lectured, but not without reason, and he won’t ever make you feel scared to approach him with an issue. he just wants you to know and understand why what you did was wrong, you know?
⇢ synopsis: it was definitely not a good idea to let your eyes linger on the police officer—scratch that, the father of one of your son’s classmates at the nursery.
⇢ word count: 611
⇢ genre: fluff
⇢ notes: dad!daichi, police officer!daichi (basically time-skip daichi... aha), single mom!reader, just a few profanities here and there
THIS WASN’T THE first time you saw him, but he was just as handsome as you remembered.
If you were honest, you would admit that you had been preparing for this day–the day that you would finally meet him and talk to him. You told yourself so many times before that it was wrong for you to hold on to this little hope of yours, but here you are, dressed in your best clothes, making your way towards him.
You always noticed him whenever you would drop your son off in the morning at the nursery. He would be dressed in that police uniform of his as he carried his daughter in his arms to drop her off at the entrance. You tried your best to shrug off the warmth growing in your chest, but when your son finally pointed out that you had been smiling too often as you looked at that “mister,” you knew you were in too deep.
He was captivating, to describe in the least. The way he would place his hand at the back of his neck and let out a chuckle after his daughter kisses his cheek goodbye, or the way his smile wouldn’t leave his eyes watching his daughter enter the school with a wave left your heart beating faster than it did when you had your first kiss.
You sometimes cursed as you found yourself thinking more and more about him. You already fucked up the first time you fell in love with your son’s father, and now you were crushing on a, most likely, married man whose daughter goes to the same school as your son.
He was off-limits, but you still couldn’t help yourself.
A few steps away from him, and you were ready to chicken out. He wasn’t in his uniform today and went for a simple black attire–a three quarter button-up with jeans and leather shoes, but what caught your eye was the ring on his finger. It shined because of the spotlights at the top of the stage hitting it. Whatever hope you had of him being single was thrown out the door.
But then, he turned to face in your direction.
His expression lit up, and he took only four long strides to be in front of you. He even made his way through the small crowd in the front to get to where you were. “Hi,” he greeted you casually, giving you that smile that you’ve been looking at from afar. “Are you Haru’s mom?”
Your breath hitched in your throat. The fact that he knew your son’s name and, somehow, recognized you shocked you. Surely, he didn’t approach you for the same reasons you had... right?
“My name’s [Y/N], but yes, that’s me,” you answered in a rush, wiping the sweat on your palms on the fabric of the dress you were wearing. “And you are?”
God, you had been waiting so long to ask that.
“Daichi.” The hand that rested on the nape of his neck, a habit of his that you’ve noticed from the times you sneaked glances every weekday morning, moved to gesture towards the stage. He pointed to a little girl dressed like a princess, with her dark hair tied into a neat braid, before announcing proudly, “I’m Yuki’s father.”
You nodded, biting your tongue before you could reply that you knew. You let your gaze fall on the stage being set up and watched as his daughter conversed with your son. “She’s very beautiful, Daichi.”
“I could say the same for you, [Y/N].”
You didn’t want to fuck up in love again, but you felt like a willing victim today.
You and your son surprise Daichi for Father's Day, for my Parenting event<3
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To say your husband deserved to be spoiled for a day was the understatement of the year. You knew Father’s Day was coming up, and your young son heard about it in school, so there was no lack of preparations this year from either of you.
In previous years, it had either been spoiled by little mister Blabbermouth, or something had gone wrong in your planning. Not this year!
While you prepared dinner and retrieved an exclusive set of fancy beers wrapped up in paw patrol wrapping, your son lay forth a homemade card with a drawing of his cool dad in uniform on the front. Inside it, he had written a short scribbly greeting from the two of you on one side. On the other side, you had glued a ‘poem’ your son brought home from school where they were instructed to write about their dad.
Sure, he wrote “poloicemen” instead of policeman, but he also detailed his admiration for his dad who keeps him and his mom safe, as well as all his friends (and their pets, he put emphasis on that).
You were hoping for at least one tear from Daichi.
His keys jingled in the door and you signalled for your son to hush and come over to stand beside you.
“Happy Father’s Day!” you yelled when he stepped inside, your son following on about half the words (he said day).
He looked up in shock, not expecting you to be waiting for him like that. “My babies.”
You high-fived your son before letting him run over to pull his dad into the house. He could only keep a surprise for so long, and Daichi had to get his shoes off in a stumble as he was pulled along. He barely managed to peck your lips while passing by before he gasped at the setup.
“You got me presents?”
“Of course, Dad!”
“Thank you. So much.” The soft look lay heavy on his face as you came over to join them, letting your husband pull you closer by the waist while he ruffled your son’s hair. “I’m so lucky.”
He loved the present, obviously, no one knew your husband as you did, but the card was still the best part.
Daichi pretended to naturally lean his chin on his hand so he could try to control his facial expression, but the gloss on his eyes gave it away. You got a tear.
“This is the second best thing I ever got,” he said, the waver in his voice leaving the room in a tender aura.
“Second best?” your son complained with a scowl.
“After you two.”
You cooed, squeezing his cheek like you so often did to your son before walking off to the kitchen. “You sap, change and come back for dinner.”
“Will do, boss.”
And you smiled as you stirred the food, hearing your child laugh as Daichi probably picked him up and squeezed him in a hug like he did when he got overwhelmed with emotions.
The father of your child, so deserving of this love. There was one more present, and you hoped he would be just as happy for it, resting a hand on your stomach and whispering a little encouragement.
Both your babies managed to keep the presents a secret until today.
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for the requester: thank you for requesting again sweets<3
