just west from here, is home | tsukishima kei
a/n: hehehaha papa tsookie | 1/? of dilf but make it sfw series
and suddenly heās thirty three with a baby on the way.Ā
in the car, with his hands on the wheel--at ten and two because you told him so--he supposes that life has been a little gentler. thereās a comfort in knowing that when he drives a couple miles more, heāll be home.Ā
thereās a nursery on the second floor with half the walls painted, and a crib thatās a little past the halfway point of completion. nuts and bolts with the screwdriver threatening to roll over the table and onto the floor, and paint swatches beside it in a messy stack. all the shades of sage and serenity blue looking like earth, and itās fitting,Ā because in a way heās found more than just the equivalent of a world in that little room.Ā
the red lights blink, so he eases into a pause and thinks.Ā
three more months, and his world is shared with another. three more months, and heāll have to memorize the lyrics to a lullaby he thought heād grown out of when he learned how to walk. three months and the worldās growing bigger, because the nature of life is to take root and keep blooming.
and itās beautiful, because the world has a tendency to be even though itās often dubbed as cruel. to the broken, perhaps, but he finds that even if heās had his bouts of being more shattered than whole--the thought of his little world thatāsĀ justĀ beginning has him thinking of the word beautiful.Ā
like you. like the half built shelf by the sage walls, framed pictures of what will eventually be his sonās world on display before heās even with the world in person. maybe heāll like the dinosaur trinkets he helped you hang over the little planetary thatās meant to swirl above the crib.Ā
thereās a lot of maybes that come with a presence that isnāt here just yet, but the carseat thatās already strapped to the backseat of his car has him feeling like little by little, things are steadily moving into place. one stroke of paint at a time, and one planet hung beside the stars before another. sage green walls that relay the ever blooming life on this earth while the serenity blue skies are whatās going to remind him of the infinity meant to be found in the flickering nature thatās just life.Ā
one story at a time, kei supposes.
three months more and heāll hold his haruki and sway him back to slumber even when itās three and his body will scream at him to get some sleep. heāll hum the songs that so far only youāve heard and hope that itāll bring him as much comfort as it did with you.Ā
just down this street, some ways to the west, and to the left side of the corner store heās frequented a lot more ever since your cravings started. home rests within the four walls of a house that smells like coffee beans at 7am and candles at 7pm. the flowershop with your favorite daisies that heāll pass by on the way home, to the left, while to the right lies his world that seemingly is never ending when it comes to its bloom.Ā
three months more, kei thinks, and heāll wake up to another piece of the puzzle finally in place.Ā
