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That's partially why you decided to settle down and extend your little family further with him, your fingers splayed over your pregnant belly. This would be your second daughter, not that Yuto didn’t jump for joy as soon as it was revealed, he did…literally; with the biggest smile you think you'd ever seen. And that night when you got home he cuddled his first born a little tighter as he read her a bedtime story.

She’d always be his first little princess forever and ever.

He hummed a moment before turning off the stove’s burner, setting the spoon down on a strawberry-painted holder. The exact one you painted and had fired while pregnant (the first time) simply because you were feeling restless.

“Just the soup tonight, love?”

“That’s all she wants…maybe I could be persuaded for a sweet treat after though.”

His laugh echoed in the kitchen, your eldest chiming in excitedly at the idea. She didn’t need persuasion—and neither did you, really. Not even before you were pregnant did you need that extra push, the devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear all on its own after every meal. But, Yuto would always either make you something sweet, or go on a short walk (hand-in-hand, of course) to the convenience store underneath the adjacent apartment building before you even asked.

Your husband brought over a filled bowl, still holding your daughter steady. The porcelain was a dusty-white, two half-circles sticking out the top to create bear ears. Then he gave you a matching spoon, turning slightly to grab your tea glass; the one that had a black cat, Jiji from Kiki’s Delivery Service, you always thought it looked like.

The aroma filled your nose, and you swear you almost died and went to Heaven right where you sat. And you didn’t know it could get better than that, but as soon as you tasted it, a contemptuous hum left your throat. It’s like all was right in the world again, the pinching-feeling of desperately craving something finally unclasping you.

Truthfully, you didn’t know how much longer you could wait.

Your husband walked around the island, and set your kid beside you at a stool to eat as well, placing a small squirrel painted bowl full of blueberries down next to it before grabbing a portion for himself.

Once he did, the table looked like a glassware-enactment of the Goldilocks and The Three Bears, making you smile.

It was hard not to admire the small details he put in, making sure imagination was a top priority in your household. You appreciated it, and you’re sure your daughter had no complaints when her father played make-believe every chance he got.

It was the little break (sanctuary away) from reality that you needed. Your safe space—your home.

You three ate dinner through fits of giggles, your daughter telling you about how her friend drew a purple monster at play-time, with blunt teeth instead of sharp because that was ‘too scary’. After she had finished eating, she crawled over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and nuzzling in comfortably. Occasionally, through your husband's chatter, she would fist handfuls of blueberries into her mouth.

Yuto told you about practice, about choreographing for an idol group. He was excited. He was always excited. And you admired it from up close, from a far, from different ends of the Earth—you were proud of the man he was, and the one he became, and the one he was becoming still. You were lucky your girls had such a good father, the stars aligning in your favor it seemed.

You felt the ends of your hair being twisted as she whispered to you. “Mommy, can we get ice cream now?” But Yuto heard it, jumping up with a clap. He scanned over the table a moment, opting to clean up after your family got back; after he put all his girls to sleep because he’d do all the dirty work, never letting you even think about it.

“I don’t know, hun, it’s cold out. Are you sure you want ice cream?”

She pulled back, catching your eye. You stifled an amused laugh at her expression. It was something between ‘are you serious?’ and ‘duh, don’t ask stupid questions’.

Yuto would say she got the attitude from you.

“Let’s get our jackets then,”

She hopped off you excitedly at her father’s words, running over to the coat closet and swinging the door roughly on its hinges.

You gave Yuto a look and laughed. “That’s yours,”

“The sweet treat fiend is yours, my love.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully, looking up at him as he extended a hand for you to use while getting up. Sure, you could use the counter, but Yuto didn’t want that. Gladly, you took it, making your way to your daughter who had already put her coat on backwards somehow and managed one shoe—on the wrong foot, of course.

“Slow your role there, princess. Let me help you.” And she accepted at the speed of light, Yuto taking the boot off of the left and putting it on the right only to replace the other with the correct one. He then made a movement for her to mimic, sticking his arms straight out for him to drag the pink jacket off, holding it open for her to slide into; it hugging her back this time.

“There we go,” He said, putting her hat on, holding the matching mittens while she readjusted to her liking. “What scarf do you want?”

As she contemplated, you scanned over your husband, who was on one knee looking so damn… good. You couldn’t help it, it reminded you of the day he proposed, and look where you were now, on the way to a second kid.

How lucky could you be?

Finally, she decided on her pink scarf (to nobody's surprise), wrapping it around her neck and bouncing eagerly as Yuto guided you to sit on the bench by the door.

“Now, my other girls turn.”

Yuto pecked your lips—making you yelp in surprise—and then your belly, as he got to his knees once again. This time he was in front of you, pulling your shoes closer and helping you lace them up. It was close to your due date, so your abdomen was much too big to bend over, but it was way too cold not to wear something that covered your entire foot. But your husband was there. He was always there; to help you pull your pants up, to put socks on, to adjust your body in the middle of the night because your back ached.

He’d help you do anything, even if you weren’t pregnant.

“Now, princess, what scarf should mommy wear?” Your husband turned to your daughter, who literally had her hand on the door handle, as if he wouldn’t notice. That was his specialty—his family. Nothing got past him when it came to you…three.

She bounced over to where you kept your winter gear, pulling out a blue scarf and a white one. She handed her father the white one, wrapping the blue one around his neck before he even got the chance to put a jacket on.

He laughed (gladly accepting) kissing her temple. “Thank you baby,”

Triumphantly, she puffed her chest out. “And when mommy has my sister she’ll get a pink one just like me!”

After he bundled you up, he shrugged on a coat, extending his hand to you. Your daughter opened the door excitedly. You took it, watching as she rushed into the twinkling of street lamps through the flakes.

The snow looked just as beautiful as it did through the window when you first woke up, tangled between your husband and kid—the first of the season started this morning and hadn’t stopped since. It called for a cozy day where the smell of laundry accompanied Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer and Castle In The Sky.

“Ready?” He squeezed your hand comfortingly as you admired your child jumping with open arms, sticking her tongue out with a giggle.

You gave him a light kiss, nodding soon after, and wrapping your arm around his waist. You rested your head on his shoulder as you exited the house, your free hand palm up to catch the snow.

Your mother always said that her little life was the best thing that’s ever happened to her—it outweighed every dream she had as a kid when she finally had you. When you were a kid, you didn’t understand, not even as a teenager did you think being a mother was your priority in life. But then you met Yuto and it seemed like lightning struck you just right. Fireworks. Butterflies. A spark. Whatever it was made you have a change of heart. You never realized how much you could smile before them, or how much love meant to you. You, truthfully, didn’t have words to describe it. Nonetheless, now no big flashing lights or all the money in the world would make you take it back. Nothing compared to the little life you built.

And, oh, what a little life it was. But it was yours. It would always be yours.

You’re sitting in your office, it’s already dark outside but you have plenty of work to do still. And aside from that your boss is still in his office as well, you are not allowed to leave until he does. Perks of being his assistant. The street lights outside turn on and a soft sigh leaves your lips, your phone rings and you pick up “Y/n? Can you order some food? Just get whatever you like” the low voice of your boss fills your ears “Do you want anything specific sir?” you ask with a soft smile, he might give you some killer hours on the job but he does take care of you. Just not in the way you really want him to. “I could go for dumplings but if you aren’t in the mood for that it’s okay if you order anything else.”

The lift opens and you pay the delivery man, he gives you a bag and you thank him with a bow. You walk towards the office of your boss and you knock gently “Come in Y/n” you open the door and your boss is sitting behind his desk, his black hair is a mess, it was styled when the day started but now loose strands are hanging everywhere and you can see in his eyes that he is tired. “I got your food sir” you smile and put the bag down, you take out his dumplings and his favourite burger. You put it down in front of him together with his drink, you want to walk towards the door to go eat your food at your own desk but he stops you by grabbing your wrist “You don’t have to call me sir anymore, you can just call me Wyatt” he smiles “And eat with me, you’ve been on your own for quite some time” you nod and sit down in front of his desk, you take out your own burger and wrap it open. “Thank you” Wyatt stands up from his desk and walks to one of his bookcases, he opens a cabinet revealing a small cooler and he takes out a soju bottle “You want some?” he looks at you, you nod with a soft smile “Thank you sir” you bite your lip “Um Wyatt” he chuckles and sits back down, he pours two glasses and you raise your eyebrow “I’m supposed to pour them” he smiles and slides one your way “But I’m keeping you here a lot of nights, I’m just repaying a small bit” he smiles and raises his glass, you raise yours as well and throw it back, the alcohol burning slightly in your throat. It doesn’t go unnoticed that this is your favourite flavour, peach. 

“How are you and the boyfriend?” Wyatt rolls up his sleeve and he takes a bite of his burger, you shake his head “We broke up a couple months ago” Wyatt swallows his food “Oh god, I’m sorry” you shake your head and take another shot “It’s all good now” you smile softly, it’s nice that Wyatt even remembered, you didn’t get that feeling a lot at places that you worked, the feeling that you are seen and heard. “I didn’t like him anyways” Wyatt puts his burger down “The fact he made you cry a lot, didn’t show up for dates” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his soda “No man would ever treat you like that” you look up at your boss, your eyes wide, you thought no one noticed. “I for sure wouldn’t treat you like that” a piece of food gets stuck in your throat and you cuff, your cheeks turn red and you start sipping your soda to help the piece go down, did he really just say that? You look up at Wyatt, he has an amused look in his eyes but also something more. 

You get up to throw the empty bag and wrapping papers away, you turn around and bump into Wyatt’s chest, you can feel his muscles through his clothes. You look at him, his cologne fills your nostrils giving you an instant comforting feeling. The cologne is warm and smoky, it’s making your mind hazy. Wyatt walks closer to you and you step backwards, until you are with your back against the wall. He puts one hand next to your head and leans closer to your face “I meant what I said, I would treat you good” you can feel his breath on your lips “Even better than good” you don’t hesitate when you lean forward and press your lips against his, he’s surprised by your sudden action but he kisses you back without thinking about it any more. His hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, the feeling of his lips against yours feels amazing, like you’re kissing a cloud. It’s as if fireworks explode inside your stomach, Wyatt places his hand on your cheek. He breaks the kiss and he looks at you, lust is in his eyes but you can see a sliver of something else. Wyatt caresses your cheek he smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he pulls you towards the desk “The way you greet me every morning, the way you call me sir” he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips “Do you know what it does to me when you call me sir?” you shake your head blushing slightly “It gives me butterflies and it makes me hard” You chuckle softly and you take a step back “Is it making you feel butterflies when I do this?” you take off your shirt and Wyatt nods “Even more than that” Wyatt follows, he takes off his blouse and your eyes go towards his abs right away, he is very well toned, your hand goes towards his sixpack, tracing the lines, Wyatt places his hand over yours and he kisses it. 

Wyatt lifts you up and puts you down on the desk, he is pressing kisses in your neck. Both your clothes are on the floor, you have your hand wrapped around Wyatt’s member, you stroke it gently, soft groans leave his lips. He leaves marks all over your body and he lays you down, lining himself up at your entrance. He gently pushes in and you moan loudly, he moans softly in your ear.