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a little knock tapped against the bedroom door.
you kept your eyes shut, hoping maybe if neither of you moved, she'd somehow go back to bed on her own. beside you, ni-ki groaned into the pillow. "pretend we're asleep.."
the time you let out a laugh into the blanket.
ni-ki lifted his head just enough to squint at you through his messy hair. "she said papa. that sounds like a you problem."
you turned toward him, smiling. "a me problem? she literally asked for you."
the door creaked open, and your daughter stood there with sleepy eyes, her blanket dragging behind her like a cape.
"milk.." she mumbled, rubbing one eye.
ni-ki dropped his head back. "see? she didnβt say which one of us has to get it. so we just stay here."
you shoved his shoulder. "go."
"you're already awake though.."
your daughter blinked at both of you like she was judging the whole conversation.
then she lifted her arms toward ni-ki.
he sighed like he'd just lost the biggest battle in the world, then pushed himself up and scooped her into his arms.
"yeah, yeah.. i'm coming, honoka." he said, and his voice softened the second she curled into his chest. "hm? can't sleep, baby?"
her tiny fingers twisted in his shirt while he carried her out to the kitchen, blanket trailing behind them.
by the time you walked into the living room, he was sitting on the couch with her tucked against his chest, one hand holding her bottle while the other rubbed slow circles over her back.
her cheek was squished against his hoodie, eyes already half closed.
ni-ki looked up and smirked. "she obviously likes me better."
you sat beside him and rolled your eyes. "she likes whoever gets up."
and yes, he was right. every time.
by the time he carried her back to bed, her small arms were wrapped around his neck, half asleep. when he slipped back under the blanket beside you, he immediately pulled you closer.
"see?" he mumbled into your hair. "i'm the favourite."
you laughed softly. "keep telling yourself that, nishimura."
the next morning, sunlight spilled through the kitchen windows.
your daughter sat on the counter in her little socks, swinging her legs while ni-ki cut strawberries into tiny pieces for her (atleast he didn't microwave them).
the second she reached for the knife handle, he caught her hand gently.
"no, honoka." he laughed. "papa does the dangerous things."
she pouted at him until he handed her a strawberry piece, then she was happy again, juice already getting all over her cheeks.
ni-ki smiled and wiped it away with his thumb before kissing the top of her head.
he was like that all day, every day.
kissing the top of her head, fixing the little curls on her face, scooping her up whenever she lifted her arms.
and somehow, he still always found his way back to you.
a hand at your waist while you cleaned up breakfast, or a quick kiss when he walked past, or even a simple 'brushing fingers yours'.
by the afternoon, the three of you were in the living room surrounded by toys and half-folded laundry. your daughter was climbing all over ni-ki, babbling proudly about some toy she liked.
"princess.. papa can't move." he laughed as she sat on his stomach.
the second his eyes found you, his smile changed.
"there's my favourite girl.."
your daughter gasped from where she sat on him. "me!"
ni-ki burst out laughing. "you're my favourite tiny girl."
then he reached for your wrist and pulled you down beside him, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you could even complain.
this one being a bit slower, lingering just enough to make your cheeks warm.
when he finally pulled back, his hand stayed warm against your waist, thumb brushing slow circles there while your daughter happily played with the hem of his hoodie.
a little later, after she'd gone down for her nap, the apartment turned quiet.
ni-ki slumped onto the couch beside you and immediately pulled you into his lap, your legs intertwining with his.
"finally.." he sighed against your neck.
"time with my beautiful wife.."
you rolled your eyes, but the smile was already there, no hiding it. before you could say anything else, he tilted your chin up and kissed you again.
the kind of kiss that made the room feel smaller.
his hand stayed at your waist, fingers pressing gently there while he kissed you like he'd been waiting all day, impossible not to melt into.
when you pulled back for air, he just smiled and pressed one more kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"you've literally been attached to me all day."
"still missed you.." he said.
that made you laugh, and he used it as an excuse to kiss you again.
then the baby monitor crackled.
a sleepy little sound came through it.
ni-ki groaned and let his forehead fall to your shoulder. "she has the worst timing."
you laughed, brushing his hair back. "go get your daughter."
he stood up with the most offended expression ever. "my daughter? she's our daughter."
but he was already walking toward her room with a smile.
because for all the teasing, the fake arguments, the clingy kisses, and the lazy afternoons, he always went.
θ± ββββ requested by @nikidikiy π₯Ή
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