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omg i’m so late to this i’m so sorry! i wanna shout out @prettybs for being the kindest spirit ever and being so kind, loving, and welcoming. she is such a great person and i think more people should recognize her 💝💝 literally one of my first moots and she is the kindest soul ever. i love my vaeh sm and she always handles everything with a kind approach while remaining so effortlessly funny and sweet. i’m so glad she’s come into my life and she’s truly the best <3 i love you wifey vaehhhhhh
you and Riki are first time parents of your one month old daughter Naya. everything is new and a little chaotic, but in a good way.
✿ pairing: babydaddy!riki x reader
contains: pure fluff established relationship riki and reader have a daughter ᰔ
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The front door clicks open a little before five, and you don’t even look up from the stove because you already know it’s him.
Your baby Naya’s been fussing for the past ten minutes, crying every time she’s not in your arms. So here you are stirring pasta with one hand, resting her on your hip with the other.
“Hey,” Riki calls out, shoes getting kicked off somewhere in the hallway. “I’m home.”
“I’m in the kitchen, baby,” you answer, shifting Naya higher up on your. hip. Her tiny fist gripping the fabric of your shirt.
He appears a second later, bag still slung over his shoulder, hair messy from the day. The second he sees you struggling with a pot, a spoon, and a baby, his expression softens completely.
“Oh—” he starts, already stepping closer. “Hey, hey.”
You lean toward him so he can kiss you, his lips brushing yours softly. Before he can even pull away, you sigh.
“Can you take her? She’s getting heavy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he says immediately, sliding his hands under Naya and taking her from your arms. She settles against his chest the moment he has her.
“There you go,” he murmurs, voice dropping into that really soft tone he only uses with her. “Hi, angel. Daddy missed you so much today.”
Naya lets out a tiny sound and his face lights up like she just told him a secret.
“Did you hear that?” he asks you, eyes wide. “She knows i’m her dad.”
You snort, turning back to the stove. “She made the exact same noise when Jay held her.”
“That’s different,” he says seriously, adjusting her so her head rests under his chin. “He didn’t help make her.”
He sways gently from side to side without even thinking about it, one hand supporting her back, the other patting her butt in a slow rhythm. You watch him for a second longer than you mean to, the way his shoulders relax now that he’s holding her.
“So,” he says, glancing over at you. “How was your day, mama?”
You let out a breathy laugh. “Chaotic.”
He winces sympathetically. “Yeah?”
“She cried all afternoon,” you add. “Wouldn’t nap unless I was holding her. The second I put her down—” you make a little exploding motion with your hand. “I ended up just laying down with her.”
Riki clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Little drama queen. Gets that from you.”
He grins, then looks back down at Naya. “Were you crying a lot today, huh? Giving mommy a hard time?”
Naya blinks up at him, completely unimpressed.
He shifts her slightly so she’s facing you both and tilts her toward the stove. “Look, angel. You see that? Mommy’s cooking pasta for us. She’s been doing everything today.”
He looks back at you. “She’s calm.”
“Yeah. For now,” you say. “I’m not trusting it.”
“She’s calm because i’m holding her.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, smiling.
He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His hand settles at your waist, thumb rubbing there while he talks.
He watches her face for a second, then looks back at you. “You okay though?”
You nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He straightens, adjusting Naya in his arms. “Alright. You cook. I’ll walk her around a bit.”
By the time dinner’s done and Naya’s fed, Riki clears the table without being asked, scraping plates and sliding everything into the dishwasher. You hear cabinets opening and closing while you’re already in the bathroom, getting things ready.
You fill the small baby tub in the sink, checking the temperature with your own hand. Not too hot, not too cold. You lay out her towel on the dresser nearby, tiny pajamas folded next to it, diaper ready.
Naya fusses a little when you undress her, her face scrunching up like she’s about to cry. “I know, I know,” you murmur, lowering her into the water slowly. “Just a bath, baby. Promise.”
Once she’s in, she relaxes almost immediately. Her arms float, legs kicking gently, and you smile without even realizing it. You wash her carefully, talking to her the whole time like she understands every word.
“Long day, huh?” you whisper. “You tired now?”
She makes a small noise, blinking up at you, and you lean closer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Mommy’s gonna give you your bottle after this and then you’ll fall right asleep.”
Riki shows up in the doorway a few minutes later. “How’s it going in here?”
“She’s being good,” you say. “Can you grab her in a sec? I’ll get her bottle ready.”
He nods and steps closer. “Yeah, I got her.”
You lift Naya carefully and hand her to him, still warm and damp. He takes her with both arms, she’s already smiling at him.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, already turning away.
Riki lays her down gently on the dresser, patting her dry with slo. “Okay,” he says softly. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He wraps her in the towel, pulling the little teddy bear hood over her head. It’s slightly too big, slipping down over her forehead, and he chuckles softly as he adjusts it.
“Look at you,” he says quietly. “All clean.”
He lifts her against his chest and starts pacing the bathroom, small steps, swaying side to side.
“Are you gonna let mommy and daddy sleep tonight, angel?”
“I doubt that.” You say with a smile as you step in and reach out to take her from Riki.
The bottle’s ready by the time you carry Naya into her room, the lights dimmed low. You change her slowly, slipping her into her sleeping bag and settling into the chair next to the crib. She latches onto the bottle easily, eyes already heavy, her tiny hand resting against your finger.
You sway a little as she drinks, humming under your breath without really thinking about it.
She’s almost done when Riki quietly steps into the doorway.
You immediately shoot him a look and lift a finger. “Shh.”
He freezes mid-step, and he nods. He walks over slowly, like the floor might creak if he’s not careful.
When Naya’s eyes finally close, you stand carefully, holding her close. Riki leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, barely touching her.
“Night, angel,” he whispers.
You lower her into the crib, hovering for a second just to make sure she stays asleep. She doesn’t stir.
Back in the living room, you collapse onto the couch without a word. You turn the TV volume down and settle between Riki’s legs, his back against the armrest, your head resting against his chest. He automatically reaches up, fingers combing through your hair, slow and familiar.
You melt into it almost immediately.
A few minutes pass. Your breathing evens out, your body getting heavier against him. He notices before you’re fully asleep, his thumb brushing your temple.
“Baby,” he murmurs softly. “Let’s go to bed.”
You hum in response, barely awake.
He smiles to himself. “We’re both tired,” he adds. “And she’s gonna wake us up in like three hours anyway.”
You nod against his chest, eyes closed, already half gone. He gives your hair one last gentle stroke before shifting carefully.
“Come on,” he whispers.
You barely talk while getting ready for bed. Brushing teeth side by side, changing into pj’s.
You crawl into bed first and roll onto your side, slipping one leg over his. He pulls you closer without thinking, arm settling around your waist like it belongs there. You press a quick kiss to his lips, sleepy and warm.
“Goodniht,” you murmur.
“Night, baby,” he answers, already half out.
Sleep comes fast.
A sharp, loud cry cuts through your sleep a few hours later.
You both stir, no one moves right away. You groan into the pillow, half-awake, delusional enough to think maybe she’ll stop on her own if you don’t move. Riki shifts beside you, dragging the blanket up like it might block the sound.
The cry comes again, louder.
You mumble “She’s crying.”
He lets out a long breath through his nose. “Mmh. I know.”
Another scream.
You nudge his side with your knee, signing for him to go.
He rolls onto his back “You go.”
You crack one eye open. “No. I went yesterday.”
He turns his head toward you, eyes barely open. “I’ll do it for the rest of the week if you go right now.”
You shake your head and make a fake exaggerated snoring sound.
There’s a dramatic sigh before he pushing himself up.
You smile into the pillow as he drags himself out of bed.
You hear his footsteps down the hall. The door to Naya’s room opens, and a moment later you hear his voice through the baby monitor. “Hey Naya… hey, it’s okay. Daddy’s here.”
He lifts her carefully, cradling her against his chest. “What’s all this about, huh?” he whispers. “It’s the middle of the night.”
The crying doesn’t stop.
He sways slowly, pacing the room. “Shh… shh. I got you. It’s okay.” He presses his cheek to her hair, rocking her back and forth. “Sleep babygirl…”
He tries the pacifier. She takes it for half a second then spits it out and wails louder.
He exhales a tired laugh. “Okay. Got it.”
He sits down on the edge of the bed, bouncing her softly on his knee. “What do you want from me, hm?” he murmurs. “I’m doing my best here.”
He stands again, walking slow circles around the room, whispering nonsense to her, anything that might work.
“Shh Naya… yeah… daddy’s got you…”
Five minutes pass. She’s still upset. You hear it all from the bedroom. The crying hasn’t softened at all.
With a sigh, you push yourself out of bed.
The door to Naya’s room is open. Riki’s standing there, rocking her, looking tired but patient.
“She won’t—” he starts, then stops when you step closer.
You take her from his arms without a word.
“Shh sweetie, mommy’s here.”
Almost instantly, the crying softens. Then quiets. Her body relaxes against you like she’s been waiting for this.
Riki blinks. “You’re kidding.”
You sway gently, “Don’t be mad at me,” you whisper. “Be mad at her.”
Her body relaxes in your arms. “Shhh…” You whisper once more to Naya.
He watches for a second, then shakes his head with a tired laugh. “Does she hate me or what.”
“She doesn’t,” you say softly. “She’s just a mama’s girl.”
He snorts. “Nah. She’s definitely a daddy’s girl.”
You glance at him, smiling. You turn and show him Naya’s sleepy eyes in your arms. “You see that? Mama’s girl.”
“Alright then. Next time, I’m pretending I didn’t hear anything.”
You snort quietly. “Sure you are.”
Riki steps closer, carefully helping you lay her back down in the crib.
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The next morning the baby monitor cracks softly. No crying, just little noises and rustling.
Riki blinks awake, eyes still heavy, listening.
She’s awake. He has like 5 minutes to get her out of bed before she starts crying.
He glances at the clock, he looked but his mind didn’t process the time, he believes he saw an 8. You’re still asleep, arm draped over his waist, breathing slow and even. He smiles to himself and carefully slides out from under your hold.
He slips out of the bedroom and into Naya’s room, closing the door softly behind him. He pulls the curtaint open just enough to let the morning light in.
Naya’s already wide awake, kicking her legs, eyes bright when she spots him.
“Hi angel,” he whispers, instantly softer. “Good morning.”
He leans over the crib and picks her up, tucking her against his chest. She lets out a little sound that almost sounds like a laugh, lips curling up in a gummy smile.
“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs. “You’re happy to see me now?”
He rocks her gently, pacing the room. “Mama’s still sleeping, okay? We’re gonna let her sleep.”
He looks down at her little face. “You hungry?” he asks quietly. “Yeah. Thought so.”
He carries her into the living room and sets her gently in the playpen, dropping a toy near her so she’s distracted for a second. He moves around the kitchen, preparing her bottle on autopilot, still half asleep.
Once it’s ready, he scoops her back up and settles onto the couch, turning the TV on low. Some random comedy show fills the room, entertaining enough for now.
He props her in his arm and feeds her, watching her drink while his head leans back against the couch. His eyes keep slipping shut, then opening again, making sure she’s okay.
“Big breakfast today?,” he murmurs. “All that crying got you hungry.”
After she finishes, he slides down so he’s lying back on the couch, a pillow under his head. He places her on his chest, holding her securely so she’s sitting on his chest.
She stares at his face like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
He wiggles his fingers in front of her. “What?” he asks softly. “You got something to say?”
She answers with little noises, her tiny hands grab his fingers.
He laughs quietly. “Yeah? That’s crazy. Tell me more.”
She babbles again, completely serious.
He nods along like he understands every word. “Mm. You’re a daddy’s girl, huh Naya?”
She lets out a high pitched noise in return. Riki smiles and nods. “Yeah that’s right. Don’t tell mama.”
Riki doesn’t even remember falling asleep.
One second he’s blinking at the TV, listening to Naya’s tiny sounds, the next his eyes are closed and he’s passed out on the couch. His head tilts slightly to the side, mouth parted just a little. Naya stays awake though, calm, resting on his chest. One of his arms is still wrapped around her, hand firm against her back, holding her there on pure instinct.
Ten minutes later, you wake up to an empty spot beside you.
The bedroom is quiet. Naya isn’t crying. That’s what makes your heart speed up just a little. You slip out of bed and peek into her room. Empty.
You head towards the living room, and the moment you see them, your chest tightens in the best way.
Riki is sprawled across the couch, completely knocked out, one arm curled around your daughter. Naya’s lying on her stomach on his chest, awake and peaceful.
Your heart flutters, you pull your phone out without thinking and take a picture.
Then you step closer and carefully slide Naya out of his arms.
“Good morning, baby,” you whisper to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Did daddy feed you already?”
She makes a small noise in response.
You smile and glance back at Riki. “Yeah, he’s tired,” you murmur. “You’ve been waking him up every night.”
You place Naya into the playpen and head into the kitchen. You make breakfast without much thought, ccereal for yourself, a sandwich for him.
When you’re done, he’s still asleep, taking up most of the couch.
You carry his plate over and set it on the small table, then look down at him for a second, amused.
Then you climb right on top of him.
He groans immediately, brows furrowing, hands lifting instinctively to your hips.
“Excuse me, sir,” you say softly. “Move your long legs out of the way.”
He groans, eyes still closed. “Mm… five more minutes.”
“You already took fifteen.”
He squints one eye open, then the other, finally registering you sitting on him. “Hmm,” he mutters. “Good morning to me.”
“You fed the baby and passed out?” you say, leaning down.
He scoffs, rubbing his face. “Mhm.”
He pulls you down into his chest, arms wrapping around you.
You press a kiss against his jaw. “I made you breakfast.”
“Thank you baby.” He mumbles with his eyes closed, no intention of getting up just yet.
You’re tired, he’s tired. You rest on his chest for a second, listening to his heartbeat, the quiet sounds of Naya in the background, the morning sun filling the room.
You both might fall asleep again while the breakfast is waiting to be eaten, but you don’t really care. You just want this moment to last a little longer.
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I LOVE writing and I really enjoy sharing my fics with you guys. But because of that I sometimes put off school or free time because I feel like I still have to finish writing a fic, and that's not good.
Because eventually I start forcing myself to write, which means I don't get any enjoyment out of it anymore. It’ll just feel like another assignment.
Yesterday I posted the yakuza fic, it took me so long to write and I felt super relieved it was finally finished. Then it turned out to be over the block limit (?) so I have to split it up in multiple parts which means I’m still not done. It’s exhausting icl 😭
But bc it got so much love and I am getting a lot of asks for the next part, I will try to post it in the coming week if I have time and energy to. It will be posted eventually ofc! Otherwise I’d have written everything for nothing.
I don't know how long the break will be, but I’ll update you guys. I will definitely be on this app to talk to you and stuff, so feel free to send me asks, I’ll answer! I will just not write anything new for a while :)
I hope this is understandable and not too disappointing.
