a rewrite featuring kita shinsuke because don’t worry about it
The og post here teehee
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He doesn’t know who he feels more sorry for; his infant or his wife.
The former has been up all night, crying and fussy about something in her tiny mind, and you, the latter was up and down all night trying to soothe her. The precious little girl across the hall was so new to the world, so needy and fragile that she couldn’t help but scream out when there was a problem. Shinsuke assured that he would be up with her at any hour of the night to tend to her, but you absolutely seemed to refuse that tonight.
And again, at 3:44 in the morning, when she screams out, your legs quickly swing over the side to tend to her while Shinsuke barely has time to knuckle his eyes. He hears you coo, the baby stops crying, and then a minute or so later, she screams again. He winces at the intensity, but this time, he hears your bare feet pad across the hallway and into the bedroom.
You sniffle, “I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice wobbles with tears, and shinsuke wastes no time in getting out of bed to comfort you. “She won’t. Stop. Crying. She won’t nurse, she doesn’t need a diaper change, her bedroom is warm enough, what am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing, my love,” he shushes, arms wrapping around you so you can nuzzle into his chest. “It won’t be like this forever… she’ll calm down soon, and this whole phase will pass.”
“When?”
He chuckles instead of providing you with an answer. “Go lie down. I’ll tend to the baby, try to get some sleep.” His shoulders relax when you nod and let him go, and he steps out to check on his other poor girl.
Her room is dark and warm, her walls seeming to shake with the shrieking, and he rubs his sleepy eyes again before peering over the side of the crib. “Hey sweetie pie,” he murmurs, extending a calloused finger to rub her cheek. Instantly, she seems to soothe at the feeling, letting out distressed huffs and pants. “What’s got you all worked up, huh?”
With a fake groan of effort, he picks her up and into his big arms, and with a large hand cradling her bottom, he bounces her slightly. This, now, has her completely at ease, smacking her lips and closing her tired eyes. She looks so small in his bulky arms, cradling her close and planting a little kiss to her soft head.
“That’s all you wanted, huh princess?” He hums, moving to the rocking chair. “You just wanted to be held, didn’t you? Needed some love?”
With a smile and a laugh that passes through his nose, he rocks back and forth with his baby in his arms, keeping a nice beat in his rocking. “Yeah… momma tries so hard, ya know?” He says as if she can hear him. “Gotta be patient with her, she’s doing her best to keep you happy.” His head rests against the back of the rocking chair, “sometimes, she just needs to be held, too. You two at least got that in common.”
She turn her head to be closer to Shinsuke’s familiar smell, her tiny fingers moving as she gets herself comfortable, her cries now far gone as she lets herself sleep against him.
“I got you, angel,” he whispers, leaning his head back against the rocking chair, eyes looking out at the dark, purpling sky as daybreak tries to near.
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wanna write that miyakita fic I've had in mind for a while where the twins are gods and kita is supposed to be sacrificed to them, for sexy reasons but also so he can be taken to the home of the gods his entire community prays to and essentially go "damn bitch you live like this?" because the miya twins are always a disaster whether they were granted godhood or not
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