❝ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA ❞

children ' s  names  are :
1st  born - Usami
2nd  born - Umi
3rd born - Wataru
Twins - Chima  and  Chami

˚ ༘ ◡̈ credits to the owner

          "MOMMY!! LET'S PLAY!!"

"M-Mom, can you help me with my Math? I-It's so hard and—uhm...I can't answer it."

"Hah! No one will play with you, even Mom, because you're too ugly!"

"MOMMY!! USAMI IS MAKING ME CRY AGAIN!!"

"Milk, milk, milk, milk, milk—"

"BANANA!! BANANA!!"

"Oh my God!" You suddenly exclaimed, leaving everyone quiet.

Scanning the room, your five kids all looked at you dumbfoundedly. No one moved, no one spoke, as you placed your palm against your forehead. The bubbles are already rising inside the washing machine, you're still cooking lunch, the water's already boiling, your twins are both begging for milk and banana, the third child is asking for your help in Mathematics, the second one is asking you to play with her, while the firstborn is picking up a fight with her.

For the love of God...

"Okay, okay..."

You have to calm down. No—everybody needs to calm down first. The whole house is a mess: with baby toys scattered in the living room, academic notebooks and colorings everywhere, as well as other stuff. Sighing, you shut the stove off first before gathering all your five kids in front of you.

"M-Mom," Wataru cooed. "A-Are you mad at us—"

"No, no. Mommy is just..." Tired. Stressed.

You shook your head, giving all of them a pat on the head. You're the only adult as of the moment that's why you have to handle everything. Carefully. Maturely. You're their mother after all. First, to stopped the twins from whining, you gave them their milk and crushed bananas. They both happily ate their snacks as you faced the third born.

"Sweetie," You looked at her assignment. Place values. Easy. You can handle that. "Mommy will teach you after lunch, is that okay with you?"

Wataru kindly nodded. "O-Okay!"

"Very good," You kissed her on the forehead. "Now, Umi."

The second-born, wiping tears off from her face, immediately hugged you when you called her name. Her Barbie doll's hair is being shoved right in your face, as Umi complained about her brother's attitude.

"MOM, TELL HIM I'M NOT UGLY!"

"Of course, baby, you're not ugly." You tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear before smiling genuinely. "You look like Mommy, right? So it means, you're beautiful."

You winked as she smiled.

"SEE?!" She stuck her tongue out while looking at Usami. "MOMMY AND I ARE BOTH BEAUTIFUL!"

"Hmph!"

"Hush now," You warned. "Hey, Usami baby, come here."

The firstborn, Usami, who is sharing your husband's facial features, approached you with a pout on his face, and arms crossed against his chest. Kissing him on the cheeks, you held both of his shoulders before looking him straightly in the eye. Even though he exactly looked like his father, you don't know where he got his attitude. He's the tsundere-type sometimes, but you must admit that he looks cute though.

"Baby, look at me..."

"I-I'm not a baby anymore!" He blushed a bit.

You chuckled. "If you're not a baby anymore, then you should stop picking fights with your sister, okay? You're the biggest one here that's why you should protect all your siblings."

"H-Hmph!"

"Oh, come on. Promise Mommy, please?"

Usami looked at your pinkie finger, and then at your pleading face. Clearing his throat, he slowly raised his pinkie finger too before doing the pinkie promise routine.

"I-I promise..."

"You promise what?"

"I promise not to call Umi ugly again."

You slyly raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"A-And I will protect all my siblings."

Smiling, you enveloped him with a very, very warm embrace as he soon melted on it. He hugged you back, snuggling his face against your neck. He's just five. Of course, sometimes, he can't help but act immaturely, but as a mother, you must teach him how to be independent because his siblings will surely rely on him next time.

Fortunately, the chaos and noise slowly died down, making you let out a very tired sigh. Placing a hand against your hips, you once scanned the room again.

Ushijima...

You bit your lip. "Please, come home."

⋆ ☄. TIMESKIP ⋆ ☄.

"I'm home."

"DADDYYYYYYYYYYY!!"

"P-Papa Ushi..."

"DADAAAAAAA!!"

"BANANA, BANANA, BANANA—"

"Thank God."

You whispered before wearing off your apron, rushing outside the kitchen to welcome your husband who just came home from work. Watching him play with his kids, it felt like all the stress you received for the day suddenly faded away. All of them are just so cute. On how the twins snuggled against their father's chest, Wataru showing her finished Mathematics assignment, and the other two telling their father about the games they wanted to play.

Everything is so magical.

"I'm home."

You snapped back to reality when you felt your husband's presence in front of you. Without letting you answer back or to at least wait for you to welcome him, he quickly claimed your lips, like a hungry predator savoring his prey, with his strong arms wrapped around your waist. You wanted more, more, and more but—

You groaned between the connection as you tugged his tie. "T-The kids are watching..."

Wakatoshi smirked, placing his forehead against yours. "Then maybe we can just continue it later—"

Slapping his biceps softly, you shook your head before pushing him off, chuckling. He really doesn't know where and when to be touchy and clingy.

"You stink. Do you want me to prepare your bath or—Oh my God, the rice!"

Everyone was once surprised again when you shouted, immediately running back to the kitchen. They watched your back as you paced back and forth, noticing one thing in common. You're tired.

Very, very tired.

"I-I haven't boiled water again and—ah yes, yes, the plates. What time is it? Eight-thirty?! It's already late, oh my gosh—"

"Y/N," Wakatoshi called.

"Where did I put the spatulas again? Also—hey! Where is the new Tupperware set I bought last week from the mall? Wakatoshi, did you—"

"Y/N."

This time, Ushijima's voice is sterner and louder. He approached you, snatching the utensils away from your hands. You were left speechless, of course. The three kids: Usami, Umi, and Wataru, followed their father as they went to prepare the plates, as well as the spoons and forks. You watched them as they fixed the dinner table for you.

"S-Sweetie," You tried to take the glasses away from Usami. "Let Mommy—"

"Y/N, calm down."

Ushijima stole your attention from your firstborn, making you look at him as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Breathe," He smiled. "We're here."

"B-But—"

"You don't have to do everything, you're already tired. Worn out. You can depend on us too, you know? Y/N, love, our kids are already big. Well, except for the twins, but the first three can do chores too. You don't have to force yourself in doing everything. You can always ask for help. We're here, Y/N..."

Slowly, you nodded, processing all the words that Wakatoshi threw at you. He is definitely right, you're not alone. You have people around you which you can ask for help. Though, yes, you're the mother here that's why you thought that you should be the one responsible for everything. You will obviously do everything for your children, for your family. But sometimes, you can't help but go overboard.

Ushijima hugged you, sharing the warmth of his body. You felt calmer, better. Not to mention his secretly alluring scent. Both of you knew that you were just kidding when you told him that he stinks. Sighing, you silently prayed if you can stay like this a little bit longer.

"Now," He caressed your hair before kissing you in the forehead.

"Hmm?"

"LET'S EAT DINNER, SHALL WE?"