with me
pairing: dad!kageyama x reader genre:Â slight angst, fluff cw:Â daughter calls reader mamma wc: ~2.3k a/n: yep, same time setting as my other ones.
pt. 2 - happy
âsora, are you dressed yet?â you call her from the doorway to the bathroom. hearing no answer, you go back to scooping up the toys from the bathtub and push the tub stopper to let the water drain.
sheâs been gone for a good bit.
âsora,â you call again.
the pitter-patter of tiny feet can be heard.
âsĂŹ, mamma.â your daughterâs standing at the doorway, hugging her bear. a gift from her dad. itâs wearing a mini ali roma jersey with your husbandâs number on it. the bear she never lets out of her sight when itâs close to bedtime. itâs her way of knowing her dadâs with her when heâs not actually present. âdaddyâs on the phone.â
no wonder she didnât come. âbrush your teeth real quick and then you can go back to talk to him.â
she runs to her room and sets her bear down on the bed.Â
âdaddy, iâll be right back!â she shouts into the phone.
when she comes back, she hops onto the step stool. you glance over to make sure she squeezes the right amount of toothpaste onto her toothbrush. sometimes she squeezes too much. thereâs globs of it on the floor or in the sink. you find out too late about the ones on the floor when you end up stepping on it.Â
both of you trust her. sheâs very self-sufficient in her morning and bedtime routine.
sora finishes brushing and rinses her mouth before the water drains completely. âciao, mamma!â
itâs taking so long because she loves baths. after you wash her, sheâll play with the bubbles and toys in the tub until her fingers become wrinkly like raisins. itâs when she starts looking at her hands non-stop, signifying bathtime is over.
after cleaning the tub, you grab the hairdryer and walk to your daughterâs room.
itâs a daily habit of him calling every day, at the same time to say good night and good morning. although, he wonât tomorrow since heâs coming home. the two of you are picking him up.
your daughterâs jumping on the bed holding the phone when you enter her room.Â
sora continues to count. â17⊠18⊠19⊠20!â
these calls are meant specifically for her. itâs what she considered daddy and her time.Â
youâve already talked to him earlier in the day.
âyes, yes, we know you can count to 20.â sheâs proud of it everytime. you can barely see the screen clearly due to her still bouncing up and down.â come here, sora, let me dry your hair.â
she stops to sit on the edge of the bed and you reach over to mute the phone while you quickly dry your daughterâs hair. the whole time sheâs making funny faces at her dad who in return does the same.
you run your hand through her jet black hair to make sure itâs dry prior to turning off the dryer and unmuting the phone. âokay, done.â
when you leave the room to put the dryer back, sheâs already jumping on her bed again.
âsilly, you wonât wake up tomorrow morning,â her dad says.
you make a trip to the bathroom and then outside to double check the lights are off.
upon returning to her room, soraâs lying in bed.
sheâs burnt out the last bit of her energy.
âdaddy, what are we doing tomorrow?â
âweâll talk about it tomorrow. you should go to sleep.â
when you sit at the bottom of the bed and lean against the wall, she moves over and lays her head in your lap.
the fine and soft strands of soraâs hair fall through your fingers.Â
âgood night, daddy,â your daughter yawns sleepily. her little hand lets go of the phone and she snuggles up to the teddy bear.
ânight, blueberry.â
at the sound of her even breathing, you rest your eyes for a few minutes.
a distinct throat clearing could be heard from under the covers.
having caught it, your eyes pop open to search for the phone. âoh, iâm so sorry, love.âÂ
your daughterâs bear is on top of it.
a baseball cap shields a pair of dark blue eyes, the same as your daughterâs, peering at you through the screen.Â
âi thought you or her hung up.â
he frowns, âi didnât even talk to you yet.â
âwe talked earlier.â at certain times, you hate conversing this way. it makes you miss him even more, especially the days before heâs coming back.
âi miss you.â you stroke your daughterâs hair. âshe misses you.â
tobio coughs, âso peaches misses the blueberry.â
your nose wrinkles at hearing the god awful nickname. âthey still donât go together.â
your daughter loves both mixed together in smoothies, but you only like them separately.
âthen whyâd you marry me?â he jokes.
heâs asking the question a couple years too late.
âgee, maybe i shouldnât have,â you whisper.
he notices your change of tone. âwhy are you whispering?â
âbecause iâm in our daughterâs room.â on top of it, you donât want her to hear and get the wrong idea if sheâs half awake. âi need to go get ready for bed.â
tobio blurts out, âmove out there with me.â
he asked every time heâs about to come back to you. you know you should be with him, but adding another major life change is very difficult. heâs used to it, you arenât, which is why he didnât want to spring it on you all at once since youâre already on the fence about your job.Â
âi donât think itâs a good idea. plus, my parents wouldnât jump on board.â you glance around your daughterâs room. âwhat are we going to do with this place?â
the place full of memories where you and him lived before he moved to italy.Â
sheâs still really young, but itâs where your daughter grew up.
the fact he also didnât bring everything with him means he didnât want to let it go.Â
he looks away from the screen for a second. âsell it. wait, no⊠keep it, so we have somewhere to stay when we visit.â
âwhoâs going to take care of it when weâre not here?â
âmy in-laws,â he suggests, whom heâs sure wonât mind.
your parents are not going to housekeep. âitâs a trip for them and they canât fix things if it needs maintenance.â
he thinks for a moment. âwe can hire someone, ask a friend, or you can go back monthly with sora.â
âbut none of our friends will housesit-â
âweâll figure it out, as long as you come back to me.â
you trace the outline of his face on the screen. âiâll think about it, but isnât this setup fine?â
your husbandâs mouth tightens into a thin line. youâre not listening to what heâs saying.
âitâs been this long already. i donât know why you want to change it up all of a sudden,â you add. âmy familyâs here.â
they give you all the support you need, not to mention your friends and his.
you brush away the hair covering your daughterâs sleeping face to the side and gently move her off your lap onto her pillow.
kageyama makes the trip back every two weeks. he wastes time flying to and from. the cost isnât the problem. well, it is. itâs money he can put away or spend on the two of you. most importantly, itâs the precious time he loses with his family.Â
with you and his daughter.
heâs received pictures and videos from you and your family, but itâs not the same as being there in person.
âboth of you should be with me.â
they look down at teleworking at your job, meaning you will have to quit and look for a new one if you move.Â
the few times you did, when you went to visit tobio with your daughter, you got the evil eye when you returned to the office. no matter how well or great you were at your job, they said you were setting a bad example for other departments. they eventually gave you the ultimatum and said you had to go back and couldnât telework anymore. if you didnât, youâd lose your job. the last thing you wanted was to be let go over something stupid.
if youâre leaving, it's on your own accord.
you leave your daughterâs room and close the door. when you get back to yours, you sit down on your side of the bed. âdo you know how long it takes to find a new job?â
your resume hasnât been updated in a long time. something youâve put off. you werenât great at interviews. others always had a lot to say and spoke very highly of you, but you didnât like selling yourself.Â
âitâs been five years, no? itâs time.â he doesnât understand why youâd stay at a place where an employer treats their employees with disrespect. he knows this better than anyone. if youâre looking for growth, you need to switch it up to keep moving forward.
the idea of leaving your current job crosses your mind many times. the work is getting on your nerves. the audacity of the higher ups saying youâre a bad apple when youâre far from it.Â
itâs what happens after you leave, worrying you. how long will it take you to find one. you donât want to solely rely on him.
âso update your resume. you can find any job over here.â he knows youâre capable of anything. you donât even need to work, but heâs aware you canât stay-at-home. itâll drive you crazy.
âitâs not that easy.â
he shrugs, âsure, it is.âÂ
âthereâs nothing to do there.â youâve been there and done everything all the times you made the trip out to him. âour daughter-â
he blinks a few times, not sure if he heard you correctly. âthereâs plenty to do there.â
his daughter only cares to be with both parents.
he knows you worry about sora. you can stay home with her until sheâs ready for preschool or school. you can also find a part-time. hire a nanny.
âi canât speak the language.â
âif i can learn it, so can you.â now youâre making up excuses. unbeknownst to you, heâs teaching sora bits and pieces and tells her to speak to you in italian to annoy you. no, but to give you the little push you need. âi can teach you.â
you laugh, âfrom your track record in school?â
âi⊠this has⊠itâs notâŠâ flustered, he didnât know how to answer.
after your giggles die down to a red-faced husband, you reassure him, âiâm kidding. i havenât had a good laugh in a while.â
âhave you even thought about it?âÂ
you have. perhaps itâs time for a change in scenery.
thereâs a faint announcement about his flight starting to board.
he gets up from the seated waiting area. âi have to go.â
he had to plan the flights, so it didnât interrupt his daughterâs set schedule. as for the upcoming morning call, he would be seeing her in person instead.
âthe connecting flight?â
he nods, âyes.â
âiâll see you at the airport in the morning.â
âti amo.â
âi love you too.â
he sighs, âsay it back.â
you pause. âno.â
ârepeat after me, dum-â
you roll your eyes and hang up on him.
â
tobio packs lightly, since some of his belongings are still at your shared place in japan. he only stays for a day or two and heads back. two weeks later, he goes through the same process.Â
again.
however, this time heâs planning on bringing you both back with him.Â
with his bag out of the overhead compartment, heâs waiting his turn to get out into the aisle and off the plane.
kageyamaâs flown so many times heâs racked up a boatload of miles. you, without a doubt, had a ton too. he wouldnât be surprised if the attendants recognize him aside from what heâs known for.
he thanks the flight crew before he steps off the plane into the bridge.Â
when he goes through the gate, he searches for you.Â
the face he thinks about before and after matches.Â
the one, along with his daughterâs, on his lock and home screens of his phone.Â
the person he wants to see before and after matches.
the one he wants to see when he wakes up and when he goes to bed.Â
the person thatâs always there to reassure him.
the one he fell in love with.
he misses the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. he knows you hate it, but he loves every part of you.Â
he sees you busy whispering into soraâs ear.Â
itâs his daughter who catches sight of him. âdaddy!â
you put her down and slowly walk towards him while she runs into his waiting arms. she whispers something into his ear and he picks her up and twirls her around.Â
âmi sei man-manca- i donât remember the rest, daddy,â sora pouts.
âmancato.â
he holds her in his left arm and opens his other arm open for you to which you hurry into.
you bury your face into his chest, mumbling, âyouâre confusing her.â
wrapping the arm around you, your husband kisses the top of your head. âiâm not.â
your daughter leans over and pats you on the head.Â
âi told him, mamma.â she claps her hands with glee. âweâre leaving with daddy!â
tobio gives your waist a squeeze. âis it true?â
you put in your letter of resignation effective immediately before you left for the airport. âwe can go get my stuff today.â
sora grins, "ti voglio bene, mamma.â
notes: excuse my italian.
















