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[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 6)

Summary: Dinner with Timothée reveals feelings.

"There is something I want to show you."

It was Friday, so your curiosity over his words could finally be sated. Timothée was due to pick you up about 6 o'clock so the two of you could go out for dinner in the closest city of any appreciable size, Hartley. Unsure of where exactly where you were going, you opted for a cute blouse, jeans, and cowboy boots.

Madison was cozy on the couch with her grandparents with a bowl of popcorn in her lap when you walked out of your room. She had convinced them to watch the new Wonka movie with her while you were away. You hugged them all and kissed Madison on the head.

"Be good, do as you're told, and remember to brush your teeth."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mom."

"Love you!" you called back to her as you grabbed your things and walked to the door. Right as you looked out the window, you saw Timothée's blue truck pull up. You locked the door and skipped down the steps. It felt like you were in high school all over again. You were all smiles as you walked quickly to the passenger side.

"Hi!" you said cheerily as you climbed in.

Timothée looked up and down at your outfit. "Howdy," he replied through a grin.

"Hey now, I can get right back out of this truck if you're going to make fun of me," you sassed.

He held up his hands to feign surrender. "No, no. It's a good look! I swear!"

You playfully popped him on the arm. "So where are we going?"

He put the truck in gear and moved along. "There is an Italian restaurant I love to visit when I'm in town. Thought we could go there."

"And?"

"And what?" He clamped down his lips to prevent himself from smiling.

"There was something you wanted to show me. Surely it wasn't an Italian restaurant."

"Oh yeah, that. Yes, definitely that, too," he said with an exaggerated nod.

"What is it?!"

"You'll have to wait about..." He looked over at the truck's clock. "30 minutes to find out. We'll stop there before dinner so you can actually enjoy the food instead of wonder."

Timothée drove through Hartley's downtown square, pulled up in front of a closed shop, and turned off the truck. "We're here!" he said excitedly.

You looked around. "Ooo...kay. Where is 'here'?"

"Well, come on, get out of the truck."

"But Timothée, everything on this street is already closed for the night."

He held up a key. "Yep!"

He walked to a storefront and opened it up. You followed him through the door. "Wait here," he instructed. He walked to the back and flipped on the lights. You found yourself surrounded by the most beautiful wooden furniture you had ever laid eyes on.

"Welcome to my store."

"Yours. This is yours?" You spun around to take it all in.

"Yes. I made all of this."

"You what? Oh, wow. Mr. McDowell from wood shop would be so proud."

Timothée chuckled. "He was, actually. Bought a chair for his deck before he passed. Your mother bought a piece, too."

"She did?" You went through a mental list of all the furniture in the house as you walked through the showroom. "The porch swing?"

"Yep."

"I love that swing. Even more so now." You fingers gingerly grazed the handcrafted dining table next to you. "It's beautiful."

"Yes," Timothée said, not looking at the table, but at you. He cleared his throat when you turned and made eye contact. "Thank you."

"Where did you learn how to do this? Let me guess, another hobby you took up after you came back from Texas?" you inquired.

He shrugged. "Something like that. I needed to keep my hands busy. I turned the barn on my parents' land into my shop, and I sell out here. More traffic."

"What took you to Texas, anyway?"

Timothée's stomach growled. "Maybe we should discuss over dinner."

You stifled a giggle. "Fair enough. But don't think you are getting out of talking about yourself that easily."

The two of you loaded back up in the truck and drove a couple of blocks away to the Italian restaurant Timothée raved about. After you were seated on the patio and placed your orders, you set your chin in your hand and stared at him.

"Now spill." You grinned and waggled your eyebrows.

Timothée smiled. "Where should I start?"

"Well, the last I time I saw you before running into you at the grocery store was graduation. How about there?"

"As you know, I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to do. I hadn't made any plans for college, so I continued working at the hardware store for a while. That got boring. Sure as hell didn't want to do that for the rest of my life. So I started taking some auto mechanic classes at the vocational school here in Hartley."

"Is that where you learned to fix up the truck?"

"Yep. But that didn't seem like the right path, either. I felt...lost. Like I said the other day, once I got over the hurt of you leaving, I began to understand that you had the right idea all along. I even seriously considered giving you a call to see if your invitation still stood, but by the time I worked up the nerve, I learned from your mother that you were getting married. I didn't want to mess that up for you."

He paused when the server came by with the food. You both thanked her and took up your utensils. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. He considered coming all the way out to California. For me.

"What happened then?"

Timothée continued his story between bites. "Well, I figured I shouldn't waste the momentum to leave this place, so I just got in the truck in left. I held down some odd and end jobs, camped out in state parks or hotels until I got to the oil fields in Texas. Found a steady job and set myself up pretty well there for a few years until Mom died. I came back to help my dad keep up with the land and the house. He's not in great health, either."

"I'm so sorry, Timmy."

He paused, fork mid-air. "You haven't called me that in ages."

"Oh, sorr-"

"No, don't be. I- I've missed it." He half-smiled.

You blushed, dropped your eyes to your plate, and cleared your throat. "Any...significant others along the way?"

"I was engaged for a bit when I was in Texas. She was a nice girl, but I broke it off because it just didn't feel right. That was right before Mom passed. Since then, between work and taking care of my dad, I haven't had much time for, uh, exploring."

"You two ready for dessert?" the server asked as she came back around.

Timothée looked from the server to you. "The tiramisu here is amazing! Want to split one? Dessert's on me."

"That sounds divine."

With the previous candor interrupted, the two of you idly chatted while you waited for dessert. You asked after some of your high school classmates. He asked you about college life in California. Timothée offered you the first bite of the tiramisu when the server dropped it off.

"Oh, wow - that IS amazing!" You covered your mouth with your hand so as to not reveal the half-chewed cake.

Timothée chuckled. "Told you," he bragged as he popped a bite into his own mouth. You continued to take turns taking slivers of the cake until it disappeared.

You leaned back in your chair. "Mmm. That was so good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You settled the tab for the food, and he did so for the dessert. You left the restaurant and slowly ambled side by side back to the truck.

"Timmy?" You stopped short on the sidewalk in front of the truck, forcing him to turn back to look at you. "Thank you for making this whole...situation...more bearable. I can't imagine how lonely I would be right now if I hadn't bumped into you at the store."

Timothée stepped closer to you. He brushed a hair behind your ear that had been loosened by the wind. Your heart hammered at his touch and you felt heat flush your cheeks. He nudged your chin with his index finger so he could look you in the eyes.

"I should have followed you when you asked me."

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Chapter 7

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New to this (Osamu version)

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 4389

Warning: Slightly suggestive, mentions of an active unprotected sex life, pet names.

Chapter 4: Family Pt.2

Saying things were moving fast wasn’t probably an accurate statement, you’ve been pinning over each other for a lifetime, but anyone seeing it from the outside would say it was fast indeed.

Family life came out so naturally, it had a rhythm of its own. The three of you spending a night together was all it took to have your son fall completely in love with the concept of having a dad and his uncle stopped being just that.

Seiji wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel the way he did. But he didn’t even know bath time could be so much fun, he’s seriously been missing out in a lot of things, ¨Uncle, I….¨ he’s been acting weird all day, even left half of his food untouched and that had you both worried. ¨Is there something wrong? You didn’t even eat your pudding tonight. ¨ Osamu pulls the child closer, discarding the toys separating them, ¨It’s just that, well you know I don’t have a daddy, never had one,¨ the child is now tucking himself under Samu’s armpit, playing with his own fingers and looking down, ¨Is it weird that I want you to be it? I know you are my uncle, not my real dad, but I’ve seen what dads do with their kids in school and it looks like what we do together.¨  grabbing a rubber duckie, Samu pokes his little cheek with its beak, ¨It’s not weird at all. I also see you as my own son, so we are on the same boat here.¨ the toddler immediately looks up at him, his eyes sparkling, ¨Can you be my real daddy then? I want to live here with you for real not just some days.¨ he’s been meaning to ask you to just move in together, you were basically there every day, having an apartment just to sleep in sometimes is rather silly, but he knew the implications of asking that of you. He’s been sneaking in a few kisses here and there but you haven’t really talked about where you guys stand in terms of a relationship if you were even in one. ¨I’ll talk to your mom, kay? But as far as I’m concerned, I’m already your real dad.¨ Seiji was overly excited, his naked self clinging onto his neck, ¨Daddy, can we still eat that pudding later?¨ Samu chuckles getting out of the tub with the child in his arms, ¨Course, we can.¨ and after having a man to man conversation during bath time he officially became your son’s father.

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You were currently laying down a futon in Osamu’s office for you to sleep there tonight, he wanted to just turn it into a room but you were hesitant for some reason. You didn’t want to think of Atsumu when you are thoroughly enjoying domestic life with Samu and your son but you can’t avoid thinking of what’s going to happen once he finds out you are there with his brother. You don’t want your son to be too comfortable or to lose your apartment and then having to run away once more.

Samu sneaks in behind you, grabbing you by your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder, ¨You ain’t sleeping here tonight. Gotta talk to you about something.¨ you nodded at this, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

¨Daddy! I can’t reach the pudding is on the top shelf!¨ yells your son from the kitchen, making your eyeballs almost bulge out of their socket. He called him WHAT-, you could feel you were starting to sweat in places you normally wouldn’t but before you could succumb to panic Osamu lets go of you and heads over to aid the child like if nothing had just happened.

You stayed there in the room staring at an empty corner, trying to process what you just heard and think of a way to mend it. What if that freaks him out? Any sane person would freak out at that, what is your son thinking!! But once you were brave enough to face him, he was cuddling your son on the sofa, both eating out of a small pudding cup while watching animal planet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Was he ok with this? Is this what he wants to talk about tonight? You were sweating so much that you decided to take a cold shower and just leave it for later.

Once you got out of the bathroom you headed over to the office room to see your son was already tucked in and was just waiting for your kiss to sleep like the good boy he was. ¨Good night, mama. Daddy said you were going to sleep with him tonight.¨ he kisses your cheek, unable to contain his happiness, according to his daddy the first step to get the both of you fully settled with him would be you agreeing to sleep in his room without him in it, so he was doing his best to be brave and sleep by himself, ¨You ok with that, my love?¨ this is the first time you wouldn’t be by his side all night, it worries you. ¨I’m a big boy now! Daddy said I can have my own bed next week.¨ he nods, turning onto his side to hug his whale plushie. You had so many questions but decided not to bother your son with that, ¨That’s lovely, baby. See you in the morning, ok? You can always call me if it gets scary at night, I'll be here right away.¨ the child waves at you before closing his eyes and you head over to Samu’s room. He was waiting for you, already in bed, shirtless, making you stop by the door glaring at him while crossing your arms over your chest. ¨What?¨ he blinks at you, patting the empty side of his bed for you to come. ¨Ready much?¨ eyeing his smug expression you crawl over to your side of the bed, leaving some space between the two of you as to not get distracted by the muscle display.

¨Can you tell me what’s going on?¨ you really needed some answers. You weren’t upset just confused. ¨We had a chat during bath time. He asked me to be his real dad and I said yes.¨ he shrugs as if he was just checking the weather app. ¨Oh? Not like I have a problem with that, but shouldn’t I be part of that conversation? Last time I checked he came out of me, that comes with some rights, don’t you think?¨ you smacked his arm playfully, faking an annoyed huff. ¨You mean I should have asked you to marry me before agreeing to his terms? Cuz things can be arranged.¨ he pokes your knee, avoiding your eyes. ¨Aren’t we skipping a few steps here?¨ you giggle at his shyness, a stark contrast to how sexy he looked half naked in bed, his hair still a bit wet. ¨Oh heck no, I’ve waited too long to go to a holding hands face, (Y/N). We are both adults here and have known each other all our life, pretty sure we can skip a few of those. Don´t chicken out on me now.¨ he pulls you over to him, quickly caging you against the pillows, ¨Or do you not want me as much as I want you?¨ you could see the years of longing in his eyes. Each time he stole a kiss from you, every soft touch that lingered on for too long, you could almost feel how desperate he was. Of course you wanted him just as much, but you were scared, scared of finally having the future you always wanted, scared of having to deal with Atsumu.

¨Stop thinking about him (Y/N) please.¨ he rested his forehead on yours, heaving a deep sigh, he was trying his best this time and he feared it wasn’t coming across as intended. ¨I want this too, Samu. Always did and you know it better than anyone. But what are we going to do? He is your brother’s son. It’s much more complex than if he was just someone else’s kid.¨ you brought both of your hands to his face, gently caressing his jaw, your eyes were starting to fill up and he hated that, he won’t let him get in the way again, not this time. ¨I know, but at least for Seiji it isn’t as bad, we have the same face and he should have my last name, anyways. I know it won’t be fun dealing with Atsumu but I’m sick of losing you to him. I’ve loved you my entire life and I love this kid so much, I can’t go back to just being your best friend (Y/N).¨ you know he is right, best friends don’t kiss each other, not like that at least and definitely didn’t share a life like you two do now. ¨Ok…¨ your voice nothing but a whisper, ¨Ok what? Use your words, love.¨ he nudges your nose with his making you look into his eyes, ¨I love you too. I want to be with you. I want you to be the father of my son. If you’d have us of course.¨ you were going into shy mode again, hearing your own words, but he won’t let you, snatching your lips before you could say anything else, your hands were in his hair in a matter of seconds, his tongue invading your mouth almost immediately. You’ve never been kissed like this, it was so intense, you could feel years of bottled up feelings in each of his kisses. Shortly after, any remaining clothing items were being thrown around without a care in the world and even if you tried to tone it down for your son, he turned you into a moaning mess, like the true starved man he was. Years of fantasies turning into reality right before his eyes.

That was just the first of many to come, your son leaving so early for school every day just being a good excuse for lazy morning sex. There was no surface in the entire property that hadn’t been a victim of your repressed passion in the last few weeks.

He was unstoppable, relentless.

While Atsumu was fierce as well, the difference was quite noticeable. Atsumu was softer, long hours of love making, very vocal, mostly prompted by heavy cuddling and making out on the sofa. Samu was rough, intense, demanding, he gagged at the mention of condoms, he wanted to feel you squeeze him dry, he wanted you full to the brim with his essence. Two complete opposites. 

You moved in together officially a couple of days after the initial conversation. As he promised, Seiji got a big boy bed and was fully installed now, his old office turning into a toddlers room, a shark patterned wallpaper now decorating its previously dull walls, toys and books scattered all over the floor.

Nothing much has changed for your son, he is thrilled at the fact that he fully lives with his daddy now and has his own room. But he tells everyone his name is Miya Seiji, proudly. Always handing out shop flyers to the school staff and inviting his friends to come over to his shop for the best onigiri they will ever have.

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Atsumu was currently at his parents house, he had to take the bullet train back to Tokyo that afternoon but wanted to be fed by his mother once more before leaving.

¨Take this box to your brother. I bought way too many fruits this week.¨ he nods to her, peeking inside the heavy looking box.

¨How come you never send me food packages?¨ he whines, clinging to his mother’s arm. ¨Atsumu, you come here so often, why would I send you food? I should start charging you at this point.¨ she shakes her son off of her, adding a couple of extra peaches into the box. ¨But Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it´s so heavyyyyyy!¨ he was still sore from morning practice, not wanting anything to do with his mother’s request.

¨You will take this box to your brother today and I won't hear anything more about this. You make sure to Facetime me once you are there so I can see it.¨ she drops the box on his hands and pushes him out of the house, ¨Have a safe trip, son.¨ she kisses him goodbye and closes the door on his face before he can whine any further. Couldn’t she send the box through the mail? He grumbles all the way to the station, sending a text to his brother, letting him know he will be stopping by the shop this afternoon.

His brother however, was currently very busy all over his ex-girlfriend to notice said message.

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Tomorrow was finally the day to see your son up in the stage, shining in all his onigiri glory, so you would be closing the shop for the day. Samu wanted to take him out for dinner afterwards to celebrate.

It was a slow day, only a couple of salarymen stopping by and requesting their meals to go. Which meant your boyfriend had dragged you onto the kitchen for some snogging. His lips were currently latching onto your neck, making you squirm against the prep table when the little bell on the door rang, bringing you back to reality, Samu not really caring about the waiting customer.

What he didn’t know was that said customer was no other than his twin, annoyed at the lack of attention he was currently being given. Didn’t he hire a pretty girl for the counter? That’s what Hinata said the other day when he stopped by the shop. He was actually looking forward to being ogled over today. ¨Samuuuuuu, are you in the back? Come help me, your mother sent you a very heavy box full of food.¨ he whined loudly, making you gasp in realization, you could recognize that voice anywhere. You smacked your man lightly for him to stop his ministrations. ¨Oh god, Samu! Should I go hide somewhere in the back?¨ you whisper-yelled at him, in full panic mode.

Atsumu was growing more annoyed each second that went by in the absence of his other half. He pulled out his phone, video calling his mother, ¨Ma, I’m here look, but your other son isn’t. Can I go now? I’ll leave the box on the counter.¨ his whinny tone angering his mother. He felt something on his leg, so he looked down before his mother would start yelling, ¨Excuse me sir, are you my uncle’s twin brother?¨ the confusing question making him tilt his head to the side, the phone changing angle as well at this, leaving Seiji fully in display for his grandmother to see, that’s when you came out of the kitchen, grabbing Samu’s hat to cover your face a bit and scooped your son into your arms, running out of the shop within seconds, moving like a true ninja. This didn’t stop their mother to see you clearly though. ¨Miya Atsumu. What are you not telling me? How can you not tell your loving mother that she was finally a grandma? Don’t you know how much I’ve wanted to be one all my life? How can you be so CRUEL!!¨ he was so confused, ¨What do you mean? You are no grandma. I’ve never seen this kid in my life.¨ his tone of voice raising at the accusation, ¨You’re so dumb, sometimes I wonder who do you even take after. That was (Y/N), Atsumu. So that was your son, you know, his uncle's twin? Meaning that’s your child. MY GRANDSON! Go after her right now, if you want to still be considered my son.¨ 

Osamu ran out of the kitchen, stopping Atsumu from following his mother’s orders. ¨You ain’t going anywhere.¨ he could hear his mother groan, she can see the bigger picture, unlike her eldest son. ¨So she’s with you now? When were you planning on telling me I have a grandson? I can understand you not wanting the competition biting you on the butt again but I’m your mother, I have the right to be in my grandson’s life even if his dad doesn’t.¨ she was moving around the house now, in a hurry, while Atsumu was speechless, staring at the spot the child was at just a few minutes ago. ¨I’m hoping on the next train. Osamu, go after (Y/N). I want to talk with all of you as soon as I get there, she’s like my own daughter, how can she think I wouldn’t recognize her just by wearing a hat? Ridiculous.¨ truth is Atsumu didn’t recognize you, neither did he take a good look at the kid. You’ve been in his life forever, how could he not notice. Does this mean you were in fact pregnant with his child all those years ago?

¨No.¨ it’s all Osamu could say, he needed to be cautions or things would escalate quickly, he knows his family all too well. ¨Excuse me?¨ mama Miya was losing the last drop of patience in her body, her sons would be the death of her. ¨They live with me, I won’t let the child hear all this. Come tomorrow when he is in school. We have time during his morning period. Make sure to come to the shop around 8AM. Tsumu, take Ma to your place.¨ he nodded to his brother’s commands, not ready to face this whole situation just yet. ¨That’s fine. I don’t want my grandson to hate me. I’ll see you there tomorrow then.¨ she was about to hung up when her son spoke once more, ¨He has an important day tomorrow, I’m sure he would be happy to have all his family there for him. He is a great kid, bring him a gift or something.¨ her son never talks this much, is making her feel things. ¨Got it.¨ he nods and snatch the phone from his brothers hand, ending the call. He pushed Atsumu out of the shop and closed it, quickly running over to the park, he knew you’d be there.

Seiji was playing in the sand box completely unfazed by the situation, but you were crumbling on a bench. He sits by your side making you flinch at the sudden movement, ¨c’mere babe.¨ he wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head, ¨Everything will be just fine. Ma is coming tomorrow.¨ you nodded quietly, knowing this day would come eventually. You’ve been trying to prepare yourself but were dreading having that conversation with Atsumu, it could even turn out to be worse now that your mother in law was going to be in it as well. ¨I won’t let him get in the way. I promise.¨ he kept on reassuring you, tipping your face up to meet his eyes, ¨I don’t know how to face them, Samu. How will we explain what we have right now? It was enough as it was for him to see he actually has a kid. How are we going to-¨ you hiccup in between words, sobbing onto your boyfriends chest. ¨I’ll handle this (Y/N), all you have to do is stay by my side. Everything will be ok, they will understand this, Tsumu might not like it, but he had his chance and wasted it. I didn't get in his way, its only fair he doesn't do it either this time.¨ he brushed your tears away, kissing your lips gently. ¨Lets go back home. Seiji is probably hungry.¨ you nodded, letting him drag you back to the shop with your son in his arms.

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¨Don't forget you have to be in the school gym at noon. And don’t forget to bring the headbands!¨ your son yells out at his parents from the school bus window, both of you nodding in response and waving back at him.

Today was finally the day he’s been looking forward for so long.

You headed back inside the shop as soon as the school bus was no longer visible, you were so nervous, didn’t even touch your breakfast.

Mama Miya sent Osamu a text saying they were on the way so the both of you just stayed downstairs, Samu holding you tight, whispering sweet nothings next to your ear, his thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips as you waited for the rest.

The doorbell ringing a few minutes after. You could hear a sharp gasp almost immediately, making you press yourself deeper onto him, wanting earth to swallow you whole.

¨So that’s what you meant when you said they live here, huh? You shameless brat.¨ grumbles Atsumu, plopping onto a stray chair, staying as far away from you as possible. He’s been aware of his brother���s feelings toward his girl since forever, but somehow he thought it was over. Seeing this with his own eyes was utterly painful and he just didn’t know what to say or do.

¨(Y/N), my child. Come give me a hug.¨ the older woman headed straight to your shielding form, speaking as softly as she could, she clearly sees what’s going on and doesn’t want to aggravate the situation. You honestly missed her lots, she’s been more your mother than your birth one. She was there for you while growing up as a woman, even there for you on your first period. She was the one who taught you how to handle it, which pads to buy, she patiently answered all the awkward questions you couldn't ask your own mother about. Always showered you with love and treated you like you were her own daughter. 

You let Samu go and returned her hug, a loud sob leaving your lips at her warmth. ¨It´s ok, baby girl, mama is here. You can cry all you need.¨ she rubbed your back affectionately until you calmed down, Osamu guarding your back and keeping an eye on his brother just in case. ¨Thank you for giving me such a lovely grandson, darling. He looked so healthy, I could see how well you’ve been taking care of him just by looking at his round adorable little cheeks.¨ she smiled up at you, holding both of your hands with pride, and you returned her smile in between sniffles.

Atsumu just had to say something, this situation was driving him insane, ¨So it was true. It was my baby.¨ you looked at him, nodding quietly, ¨Of course it was yours. I told you, but you wouldn't listen to anything I said. I also tried to find you again when he was born so you could see it for yourself since he looks exactly like you, but your phone number wasn’t good anymore.¨ your voice was raw, tired of crying so much, his heart being ripped out of his chest as you spoke.

¨Why did you not tell me she was pregnant, Atsumu? You never told us anything, wait until your father hears about this. Is this why Osamu broke your nose and dind't visit us in years?¨ Osamu nods, not giving Atsumu time to reply. ¨You had to raise him on your own, you are so strong, I’m so proud of you, darling.¨ her loving words were making you feel so relieved, you thought this would be very awkward and troublesome but it was actually quite comforting.

You were back in Osamu’s arms in no time, he wasn´t letting his guard down for even a second, but you weren´t feeling very well, your head was spinning and he noticed this, the back of his hand reaching over to your forehead to check if you had a fever, ¨You don’t look so good, babe.¨ he looks into your eyes, worried. ¨It's probably the stress, I’m sure you couldn’t even sleep last night, my poor child. Give her some water, son.¨ she headed over to your side and helped you on to a chair.

¨Do you not have anything to say to her, Atsumu? You just found out you have a son and I don’t see you fully grasping what’s happening.¨ you could hear the disappointment in her voice, making Atsumu grimace. ¨Don’t know what you want me to say, Ma. I do feel sorry for leaving her with such a burden on her own, but I can’t go back in time even if I wanted to. Doesn’t seem like they need me right now so yeah, I doubt they even want me here.¨ he shrugs, checking his phone while he speaks, not even sparing you a glance. His heart was hurting and seeing you in his brothers arms was aggravating to say the least.

¨Got that right.¨ Samu hands you some chilled water, standing beside you, ¨We don’t need your help. Kid's got all he needs. Don’t even think about messing around with my family.¨ he shields you from the glare Atsumu is currently throwing at the both of you for the seemingly uncalled for aggression, ¨Your family? You mean MY family, the one you stole.¨ his phone now on the table, he was trying to be patient and well behaved but he just had to go on and say it. Osamu scoffed at the sudden outburst, ¨I stole nothing, you are the one who took her away from me. YOUR family? You're nothing but a sperm donor, Tsumu. You better stay quiet, I didn't say anything when you snatched her away from me, now please stay out of the way.¨ he crouches down to take a better look at you, all color was gone from your face and you looked like you were going to be sick. ¨Ma, I think (Y/N) needs to lay down. I´ll text you the address of his school so you can go watch the play with us.¨ she was about to agree with this, both of them were about to throw a punch at each other and that would do you no good. But you got up from your seat running to the shops restroom as fast as you could, everything you had in you now down the drain.

Osamu was quickly losing his cool and mama Miya followed after you, rubbing your back, while you were still hanging from the toilet bowl, too weak to get up on your own. ¨You ok, sweetheart? Doesn't seem like you ate much for breakfast.¨ you shook your head and she helped you getting up, she noticed you scrunching up your face in pain as you bumped your breasts against the door frame. The ordeal clicking in her head quick.

Once you were back on the chair, she pulls Osamu to the side, ¨Son, please don't think I’m judging you right now. But have you two… you know….?¨ she really didn’t know how to ask this, never thought she would have to, not with Osamu at least, ¨Have we what?¨ he blinked down at his mother, noticing how you were once again running towards the restroom, grunting in distress. 

¨I think she might be pregnant, son.¨ 

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Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married

The details… Title: Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married Author: Georgia Beers Publisher: Bold Strokes Books Publication date: April 9, 2024 Available formats: ebook, paperback, audiobook Print length: 225 pages Audiobook: 8 hours and 57 minutes; narrated by Lula Larkin Genre: contemporary romance Themes: friendship, family, single parenting, motherhood, children, weddings, exes,…

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[mhc2617]

Castles Crumbling

Oh hey! It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? I would pretend I have some big reason or something exciting is happening in my life, but the truth is, I was just very depressed. I’ll have some good days and feel like maybe I’m finally in a good place, but then something will happen and I’ll realize I’m not quite as healthy as I thought. It was actually a day at the gym. It was ideally the best kind of…

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[s-leary]

Things I am having trouble with:

the cable company, who seem to think it’s fine to knock out my service on a Friday night and mosey over to fix it on Tuesday, if I’m lucky, for the seventh or eighth time this year, I’ve lost count

my tax return, which I’m filing late, but it won’t go in because someone else has apparently claimed my son’s SSN as their dependent (it’s not my ex, I checked)

the school bus, which the district insists can’t possibly come down our one-way street and use the giant fucking turnaround in front of my building and is instead making my son walk a quarter mile, and the lack of any after-school program that has transportation from my son’s school, and only his school out of all the ones in the district

also the school district declaring random staff work days when I don’t have time off at the new job yet, so that’ll be fun tomorrow when I’m supposed to be working online with no internet and a bored kid at home

a new doctor that doesn’t take my insurance

a business payment gateway that isn’t letting me get paid for my very last freelance job

a broken office chair for which I have the parts and the tools but cannot get said tools to work on the specific part that needs replacing

three places I need to run errands that are only open during the hours I work, including the only place in town where I can buy a new office chair

a lost credit card I’ve called to have replaced three times that is evidently being delivered to the correct address in an alternate dimension

a bunch of broken stuff around the house that I can’t fix until I can donate several large piles of crap in the garage, because there is no room to work, and I could be storing crap in my attic except the cable wire is strung taut directly over the hatch so you can’t get boxes (or an adult human) up there, which brings me back around to the cable company, only I can’t fix that without coordinating with the owners of the other three units in this building, one of whom is a landlord who lives out of town, because the cable is strung through all our attics in sequence

guess what times the donation people are open

I am nine levels deep in executive dysfunction hell, and I need about twelve hours of a competent adult’s time. But fixing this shit involves so much of my personal data that I’d need the Men in Black memory zapper afterward.

#executive dysfunction #adhd #single parenting #I just need one goddamn thing to be a little bit easier

[makingcontact]

Well Nourished: How Mutual Aid is Transforming Food Security for Single Moms in Ohio (Encore)

Members of the single moms collective, Motherful, gather for a photo. (Photo thanks to Motherful) Federal food programs, like WIC, face big changes coming out of the White House Conference on Hunger, Nutrition and Health. Meanwhile, a single moms collective in Ohio holds it down for the single pregnant and parenting people in their community. Motherful’s resource pantry serves their 325-strong…

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[twopoppies]

Oh for your Single mum by choice. I'm doing it by myself too, I'm a month away from placing my first eggs back. My advice would be to to get your sperm from a good place, I got mine at the european sperm bank. You can read profiles, the father knows what you are doing and you can find a dad that really matches you. But it is expansive, so take that into account (Part 1) (stupid desktop won't allow long messages)

Hi darling. Thank you for all of this, it’s really helpful.

In reference to this

#parenting 101 #single parenting

[andysorbit]

Some "comedian" on tiktok just came up on my fyp talking about how he's not trying to be a stepdad and how he's just trying to fuck a single mom like?? Call me sensitive idc but we already know. It's not even funny at this point. We already know yall don't see us as anything more than a hole to jump into. You don't have to keep reminding us and passing it off as "jokes"

#rant #single parenting #single mom #the dating pool is piss

[lalocreativity]

Taking a huge leap and opening up. This video is me taking a clean up clutter break to share some personal affirmations and life lessons from the mind of a creative and single mom! The risks and amount of faith it takes to realize your truth are valuable growth lessons.

My name is Nherie and I'm from Virginia, USA. I'm a creative soul, artist, craft designer, writer and parent. I spent the last 7 years on a complete creative recovery journey. You can read more about me here,

This video is unedited, no ads, affiliates, just me, my crazy wild hair, my coffee and some courage! .

Learn more about my Self-Talk sessions.

Hope you find moments of hope in your own journey as I am learning to look for in mine!

#inspiration #motivation #youtube #selftalk sessions #podcast #lalocreativity #livingalifeofcreativity #dailypost #working mom #momlife #single mom #single parenting #parenting tips #artist #creative life #selftalk #selftalksessions #video #videos

[minamimoriblog]

Affirmations for Single Moms: You're Not Alone

Discover powerful affirmations tailored for single moms, reminding them they're not alone in their journey.

Dear Single Moms, I want to take a moment to remind you of something incredibly important: You are not alone. In the midst of the chaos and the challenges you face each day, know that there are others out there who understand, who empathize, and who are cheering you on every step of the way. I know how overwhelming it can feel to navigate the world of single motherhood. From balancing work and…

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[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 3)

Summary: You have a chance to catch up with Timothée over lunch.

Catch up on previous chapters here.

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You didn't have to wait long to see Timothée again. You crossed paths at the pharmacy three days later, where you were shopping for toiletries and other sundries for you and Madison. There was something oddly...final...about buying full-size shampoos and conditioners, instead of the travel-size bottles you packed in California. Like you had finally accepted that you would be here for a while.

You spotted Timothée's distinguishable curly dark hair over on the next aisle. Your heart stuttered. You had hoped not to run into anyone you knew, especially someone with whom you shared a complicated past. Who was I kidding? This isn't a crowded Target in Cali where you can just blend in. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Should I say hello? Should I put down my stuff and come back later? [Y/N], stop it. You can't run away from this. It's a small town, and you are here for the foreseeable future. May as well embrace it. Besides, it may be nice to have a friend again, if he's willing after things ended.

You looked up at the signage above to see what was there. You didn't want to embarrass him if he was shopping for something...personal. Ah, shaving accessories. Nothing embarrassing about that. You smiled, briefly reminiscing how the boy you knew could never grow a full beard despite how desperately he wanted to.

You worked up the courage to go say hello. You intentionally came up behind him as payback for startling you earlier in the grocery store. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were stalking me, Timothée Chalamet."

He quickly spun around, initially looking over your head before looking down to meet your eyes. His big, lopsided grin sent your heart into palpitations again, just as it did over a decade ago. "Well well well, I could say the same about you, [Y/N] [maiden name], or, umm, I guess it isn't [maiden name] anymore," he fumbled and grimaced.

"It is. I'm divorced," you forced out. You still weren't used to saying it out loud. You watched as a whole range of emotions swept over his face before landing on sad, pitying look.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I wondered if that may be the case when you said you moved back in with your folks. You know, I run into your mother from time to time in town. It was through her that I knew you had gotten married and had a baby. She was always happy to show off pictures." He paused to chuckle. "But she didn't say anything about the, uh..." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't big fans of the d-word. It was a very recent development, too, one they have not yet come to embrace despite not being big fans of Michael." You suddenly found your sneakers very interesting, unable to make eye contact with Timothée.

"Well, hey, I'm just here to grab my dad's meds. I was thinking about swinging by the diner to grab a bite to eat before driving back. Would you like to join me?"

"Uh, sure. Maddy is hanging out with my parents and they aren't expecting me back immediately. Might be nice to have adult conversation again." You chuckled. The two of you paid for your items and walked across the street to the restaurant.

Timothée, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you. Everyone looked up at the sound of the metal bells hitting the glass. Whispers started floating around as soon as you stepped foot inside.

"Is that [Y/N] [L/N]?' "I thought she was in California." "Maybe she's just visiting her family?"

You ducked your head as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You followed Timothée to a table in the corner and sat with your back to the rest of the diner, not wanting to see the curious looks. It was somewhat reassuring, though, to know that you still bore enough resemblance to your former self that people recognized you. You hardly recognized yourself in the mirror anymore.

Right as you got settled in your seat, you heard footsteps stop beside you. You raised your head to see that your server was also someone you knew from high school, Amanda. You smiled and softly said hello.

"They said it was you, but I didn't believe them. How are you doing, honey? Where is that baby of yours? Your mom hasn't been by lately to show off any pictures." Only after her barrage of questions did she look across the table. "Hey, Timothée."

"Hey, Mandy," he replied quietly.

"Oh, she's hanging out with my parents while I did some shopping. She's not a baby anymore, though." You pulled out your phone to show Amanda a recent photo.

"She looks just like you, [Y/N]! And they are always babies, no matter how old they get. How old is she? Looks about 9 or 10. I have a 12 year old, almost 13. Practically a teenager!" Amanda pulled her phone out of her apron to show you her lock screen.

"He's very handsome," you offered with a friendly smile.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked.

"Uh, well, I'm not sure. However long it takes to get back on my feet. I recently got divorced, so I am trying to figure out what's next," you replied solemnly as you traced the patterns on the paisley tablecloth with your finger. You were trying (and probably failing) not to give away how incredibly overwhelmed you were feeling. You were grateful when Timothée interrupted the exchange.

"Hey, Mandy, what's the special today?"

"Oh, of course! You are here for a reason, after all. I was so eager to see if it was really [Y/N] that I forgot the menus. I'll be right back." She patted your shoulder before retreating. She returned as quickly as you could mouth "thank you" to him.

The two of you silently scanned the menu and then placed your orders. As you waited on the food, you easily fell into conversation about high school, then your time in California. You had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Timothée. You gleefully showed him pictures on your phone of your favorite landmarks and landscapes until you accidentally swiped to a photo of you, Madison, and Michael together at one of the national parks. The reminders of the fleeting happy times were painful.

Sensing the shift, Timothée grabbed your hand. You felt lightning surge throughout your body from his touch. He squeezed once and then let go just as quickly when he spotted Amanda heading to your table with your orders. You looked up and saw the smirk on her face as she eyed the two of you.

"Enjoy! I'll come back to check on you in a bit."

You turned to look at Timothée. "You know we are going to be the hot gossip for at least the next week, right?" you said playfully.

"Let them talk. There are worse rumors than being spotted with you." He cleared his throat, then popped a French fry in his mouth. "So, was there anything you missed about Tennessee?"

You, you thought automatically. "I eventually came to miss how much simpler things feel here. How life slows down in the woods and the mountains. In LA, everyone is always in a hurry. There is so much traffic. There were so many people, yet it was so lonely. Michael was really my only friend there." You went on, and Timothée listened intently as you provided a high-level retelling of what brought you back.

"...and so I packed up our clothes and a few belongings and drove out here. I got into town about two weeks ago and have been laying low with my tail between my legs." You stared down at your now empty plate in shame.

"Does he stay in touch with Madison?"

"No. He barely saw her after we separated, and he hasn't reached out since we left the state. But she's convinced that he's going to send for her to come live with him once he's settled in his new house in Sacramento with his girlfriend."

He shook his head. "You deserve better than that. SHE deserves better than that." You detected a hint of anger and disgust in his tone.

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, we are both paying the price for my poor decision-making." Your voice was thick with remorse. "She doesn't deserve to pay for my mistakes."

"[Y/N], you can't do that to yourself. You were young. All you can do is make the best of now." Amanda came by and set the check down on the table. You were grateful for her timing because you weren't sure what to say next. Your fingers brushed his as you both reached for the ticket.

"Please, let me get this," he said assertively. "I invited you to join me, remember?" He slid his credit card and the check over to Amanda, whose face was all grin. People were definitely going to hear about this.

You narrowed your eyes with playful scorn. "Fine, as long as you let me get it next time," you rebutted before fully thinking it through.

"Next time, eh?" His eyes lit up as he cocked his head to the side.

You blushed. Whoops. "Umm, yeah, next time. All we talked about was me today. We didn't even get to what you have been up to for the past 10+ years!"

"Fair enough, though that won't take long to tell," Timothée shrugged and signed the receipt after Amanda returned. You both stood and walked out the door to make your way back to the pharmacy parking lot.

"You still have the same truck!" you exclaimed. You jogged the rest of the way and ran your fingers across the emblem on the front. You and he made a lot of...memories...in that truck.

"Yep. Restoring her became somewhat of a hobby when I came back from Texas."

"Texas?" You never knew he left town. From what you remembered, he had never planned on going anywhere, especially not that far.

"A story for another day. Next time, remember?" he smirked.

"Well, maybe we should actually make plans for a next time instead of just hoping we run into each other in town. Here." You handed Timothée your phone. "Plug in your number so we can chat."

This time it was his turn to blush. He took the device from you and called himself. "So I can save your number as well," he offered.

You recognized the digits when you had your phone back in hand. "You never changed your number."

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

You laughed softly. "Fair enough."

"Well, I better get going. It was good to see you again, [Y/N]."

Timothée opened his arms for a hug, which you reciprocated. For a moment, all was right in the world with your head on his chest. I missed this. But I can't want this right now, you lectured yourself. You stepped back and gave him space to get into his truck. He rolled down his window to say goodbye once more.

"Tell your folks I said hello, please," you called out over the noise of the engine. His smile fell just briefly.

"You do the same."

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Chapter 4

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[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 3563

Chapter 2: Our story

You glanced around the restaurant, the smell of fresh pizza making its way up your nostrils, and it lights up everyone in your party. You chose a large table that would fit the four of you, right by a large window. You ended up ordering the biggest cheese pizza available and four milkshakes, to your surprise the four of you wanted nothing more than a chocolate milkshake, causing the server to chuckle at the cute display of all your hands pointing at the very same picture all at once. You talked just about everything during your meal, The weather; Different varieties of French toast; Whales migration patterns; The obnoxious purple shoes with feathers that Sakamoto mama was wearing, Seiji fully convinced they were real and probably from a rare bird now endangered. Such a nice way to spend an afternoon, you thought, would have never guessed such a horrible morning would turn into this.

With both toddlers now full and happy, you were staring at your watch, you didn’t want to take more of Akaashi’s time any further, it could potentially cause him troubles back home. But your five-year-old had other plans, “Mama.” Seiji got up from his seat and walked over to your side, reading your actions, he got his puppy eyes full on display, “Oh god, what now?” you heaved a sigh. That face. He wants something. “When we were walking all the way here, I noticed there was a park that had a ginormous elephant slide. Did you know elephants are Kimi’s favorite animal?” he questions you like one of those kid shows he watches in animal planet, and you decided to play along gasping dramatically “Are they really??? Then this must be destiny, we definitely need to check out that park. Am I right, Akaashi-san?” you held back a laugh trying to stay in character and turning to look at a Akaashi who was sitting beside you and to your surprise, he was staring at you, hard, for no apparent reason, making your cheeks turn a bit rosy, “Oh yes, destiny. I agree.” you blinked at his lack of dramatics that somehow ended up flustering you just a bit. So, you got up, hauling everyone out of the shop while Akaashi took care of the bill that he refused to share with you.

You waited outside of the shop for him to come out, getting Seiji’s and Kimi’s sweater out of their school bags and helping both to get in them. Akaashi motioned his hand for Kimi to take it and you began walking over to the park that was a couple of blocks on the opposite direction.

“So, what’s destiny…?” Akaashi whispered near your ear for the kids not to hear, making you laugh, “Were you not paying attention? Then why were you staring…?” you wipe a tear from your eyes, you’ve been laughing a lot today, that’s new. It feels good.

“Oh, um” he coughs, looking to the side to avoid your eyes. Taking this as confirmation that he was indeed not paying attention, you keep going, looking ahead “Well you see that elephant right there?” you pointed at the park now in front of you and he nods, “That’s destiny.” You chuckled at his confused expression, not wanting to elaborate any more as a punishment for not paying attention, but he shrugs and walks faster as he noticed his daughter about to go on a craze at the look of the big slide now in front for everyone to see. “Seiji” he says in a commanding voice, making your son look at him like it was the most natural thing in the world, “You are in charge now, don’t let Kimi get hurt.” the child puffed his chest out and attempted to salute like the soldiers he saw in a movie last night. “Yes, sir! Please take care of my mom while I’m gone.” he declared bowing deeply, before running over to the little girl and taking her hand in his as they made their way over to the slide.

You didn’t notice but you were smiling brightly at the scene, this is what you would have pictured a lovely afternoon with Atsumu and your son would be like. Pizza, some fun at the park, all of you laughing and having fun. Of course, that never happened.  

Akaashi did notice your beautiful smile, and he suddenly forgot how to breathe. He is new to this kind of reactions. After finishing high school, he was so focused on his studies and then trying to get into a good company that he hasn’t really had the time to date anyone. No one has really even gotten his attention at all, which was weird for his age, he thought. But these things happening to his heart today are out of the norm, and he is well aware of what’s going on, even if this would be his first.

“Let’s go sit over there” you pointed at a set of swings close to the slide, holding your hair away from your face in response to a breeze hitting you from the side, “We can see what they’re doing from there.” he nods and followed you, letting you choose your swing first. He remembered when he was a kid and girls would start crying if someone else sat on the color they wanted to sit on, probably a girl’s thing. You chose the third farther to the right, a pink one. Getting him to internally scream at how cute you are, he’s glad he remembered this piece of little girls’ information that somehow still lived in his memory, otherwise he would have missed this adorable look on your face right now, like if you just won a race. Made him feel the need to punch something, he was beginning to scare himself off a bit.

Akaashi chose the swing right next to yours and heaved a sigh looking at his daughter, currently on Seiji’s lap as they go down the slide together, she is such a handful and he is so sweet with her, it eases him knowing she has someone to look after her when she’s in school. This reminds him, “I wanted to apologize for her behavior,” he said in a low voice, still looking at the children play, “She…she doesn’t have a mother. I think when she saw you, somehow it clicked for her that you were probably her mother too. She’s never seen a picture of the real one so she still thinks one day she will just appear in front of her and shower her with attention and love, which you did today.” he shakes his head, looking down. “I know I should have said something to her and clarify it right there, but she looked so happy in your arms. I’ve never seen her smile like that…” he trails in deep thought, waving a hand through his messy black locks.

You could physically hear your heart cracking at his words, but you felt like you wanted to know more, “Can I….can I ask what happened?” you spoke softly, not wanting to over step any boundaries. And Akaashi has never felt such warmth from someone’s voice, he could feel your concern, you were worried, sad even, for someone you just met. He nods and continues with the story “Kimi’s mother and I were never really a thing. We both ended up in a party, pushed by mutual friends. The organizing team of said party had very crazy ideas in mind, spiking everyone's drinks with unspeakable things and the night ended up being a blackout for everybody, me included. I woke up next to a girl I never met in my life, both of us half naked. She was as horrified as I was, and we both awkwardly left without a word to each other, so I didn’t even get her name.” you listened quietly, holding onto the swing, your grip was strong, turning your knuckles white at the thought of someone playing such an awful prank on a big crowd. This is why you didn’t like going to parties.  

“Six months later she comes and finds me after one of my lectures and tells me she’s pregnant, that she was a virgin until that night, and she was positive that it was mine. I was skeptical but I couldn’t just snap at a pregnant lady…” this made you huff out a sad laugh, inevitably thinking of your own fate when you were in that situation and how differently your boyfriend reacted to the news. Your reaction confused him but he kept talking, not wanting to make uncomfortable questions, “I gave her my phone number and told her to reach out to me if she needed anything and after that she never really did, until one night I got a call at 3AM from a hospital, saying she had given my number as an emergency contact before going into labor and she was in a critical condition and needed an emergency C-section, whatever that is” he looked down once more trying to organize his thoughts, he never really thinks about these things nor dwells on the past, so he isn’t sure if he is missing details, but his thought process was cut short when he felt your hand on top of his, a reassuring gesture. He could feel it again. Your sadness. This encouraged him to speak up again, you thought he was sad, but he wasn’t and for some reason he wanted you to know that. “When I arrived at the hospital she had already passed away, and Kimi was in an incubator. When I saw her, I just knew it, you know? She was definitely mine” you choked back a sob, nodding in understanding. You really wished Atsumu had given you that chance. The chance to see his son and realize what he had done. Akaashi was now the one holding onto your hand, rubbing circles onto the back of it. He’s never met someone so expressive before and wished he could be just a tiny bit like you. “They had to draw some blood out to make sure I was indeed her father before handing her out to me since the mother didn’t have time to fill out any info, but after that it’s been just the two of us. I don’t really have much to say to her about her mother, cuz’ I didn’t really know her at all, so I avoid the topic. But she’s been asking a lot lately, I suppose she’s seen a lot of mothers picking her classmates up from school and that made her want hers.”

Both of you fell into a comfortable silence, still holding hands and looking onto your beautiful children chasing some pigeons. You had stopped crying by now, focusing all your attention on his story, there was no time for self-pity right now.

Akaashi furrows his brows looking back at Seiji, “I know this is weird and probably with a horribly bad timing, but I feel like I’ve seen your son somewhere”, he rakes his brain thinking, this makes you laugh as he death-glares the running toddler. He’s coming to realize he likes the sound of your laugh, its like a breath of fresh air in a sunny day. Makes him forget his worries and makes him want to hear it again. “Of course, you have! Seiji has been in the same school as your daughter for a month!” he shakes his head, still deep in thought, “No, that’s not it. Is like he looks like someone I know but I don’t know who”. You hum a bit before answering, not really wanting to talk about him at this moment but not seeing a way around it, he would find out at some point anyways if you were to continue seeing each other after today, “Well, his father is a famous volleyball player, maybe you saw him on tv?”

This makes Akaashi stand from the swing, looking at you like if you had two heads, “Baka Miya! I mean, the blond one.” he blinks at you, trying to correct himself to not offend you in any way while his brain was running miles an hour at the thought of someone he never really liked and suddenly hated with all his guts.

You burst out into a fit of giggles, sadness long forgotten, “Yup that’s him. He really looks like his dad, doesn’t he?” you scrunched up your nose with distaste, kicking some tiny rocks at your feet avoiding looking up at him.

Akaashi hums in acknowledgement, “Well yeah, he does. But thankfully he has your smile.” he states before sitting back on the swing, eyeing you carefully, he wanted to know more, but how to ask- Are you two still together? Why do you look so sad? Does he have a chance with you at all? If you are maybe he can coax you into leaving him, he sucks anyways.

“My smile?” you looked at him bewildered, pulling him out of his rambling thoughts.

His smile is what reminds you the most of Atsumu, how could it be your smile?

He just nods with a straight face, didn’t seem like he was buttering you up, he really meant it. “Yeah, you kindda scrunch up your face when you laugh and your eyes disappear under your bangs, you both do the same. It’s cute.” he mumbles the last part quietly, but you hear it. You are over the moon right now; Did you really look like Seiji when he laughs? Is the first time you are hearing this. Not being able to stop the big smile plastered on your face, you decided to go back to the conversation instead of teasing him. “So, you’ve seen Atsumu play?” you keep on kicking the rocks at your feet, waiting for his reply, “Well, more than seeing him, I’ve played against him during high school, and he plays for the same team now as my oldest volleyball high school friend, so yeah, I know the guy. Though, I’m just surprised his dna could bring a child like Seiji to the world. He was never the brightest bulb in the room, you know? So that’s most likely something else that he got from you.” he offers you the smallest smile you’ve seen in your life, but its somehow so comforting, and adorable.

He is so handsome.

You return his smile, enjoying his praises, you know Seiji is very smart and you take pride in that, but you didn’t feel like bragging, your heart aches a little bit right now, “Yeah, well he’s never been around. Seiji’s never met him either so that’s probably why.” you nodded to your own words trying your hardest not to cry for the second time in the first date you’ve had in ages. Swallowing hard, you meet Akaashi’s eyes, but his expression was troubled, like if you were speaking to him in a different language he just couldn’t comprehend. “He hasn’t? But how? I mean we are all here in Tokyo…and wait, What?? Did he just break up with you while you were pregnant? Is that why you were so sad during my story? It reminded you of yourself?” he was a blunt one, you noticed it earlier but weren’t expecting this kind of questions when you signed up for a pizza date.

Your heart felt so heavy, but he did tell you all his story just now and it wasn’t exactly a happy one, you wanted to return the vote of confidence you received from the not so much of a stranger anymore that sits beside you. “Hmmm… yeah, he did. He thought I was cheating on him as I was suddenly pregnant and we always used protection, so he just left to never come back” Akaashi was left speechless, why would someone do that? He knows Miya is stupid but that goes beyond stupidity. You aren’t just the most beautiful woman he’s ever met; you are also very smart, funny and a wonderful mother. Even if he was scared, it’s a ridiculous decision on his part and he suddenly felt guilty for thinking about how glad he is that Miya is in fact an idiot. “I tried reaching over to him once more when Seiji was born, like you said, just by looking at him you can see that he is his son” Akaashi nodded, it was unmistakable, “But he had deactivated his old phone number and moved from the apartment we shared, Osamu had also gone away and I just….well I just thought I had to move on for my son’s sake. So, I moved to Tokyo wanting to start fresh again.” You let a sad chuckle out, shaking your head at the irony of like, “Jokes on me, he thought the same thing and also moved to Tokyo. But thankfully it’s a big city, never seen him around”.

He didn’t like the look on your face. He could literally see you roaming over your head with memories of your old lover. It didn’t feel right in the pit of his stomach, he wanted the feeling to go away and made him crave for the delicious sound of your laughter. “(Y/N)” he said in a teasing tone, causing you to look up immediately, your lips slightly parted in shock at the sudden loss of honorifics and him using your first name out of nowhere. You choked out a small “Y-yes?” cheeks tinting red at the teasing smirk now covering his face. “Don’t you know is rude to think of other men when you are in a date with a very handsome ex-volleyball player, who has his own house, a well-paid job and a lovely daughter that adores you?” you blinked at his sudden outburst and self-confidence, before laughing, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!!” you lifted your hands over your head, feeling caught “Won’t do it again, I promise”. The look in your eyes was now soft, full of fondness, and he suddenly forgets how to breathe once more.

“MAMA!” you hear Seiji all the way from the back of the park. You get up from the swing and looked over to him who was waiving at you from a corner of the slide, trying to get your attention, saving Akaashi from you seeing how red the tips of his ears were right now.

“What is it?” you asked, now seeing a sleeping Kimi on your son’s back, desperately trying to carry her over to the two of you. Seeing this made Akaashi stand and jog over to the kids, taking his daughter in his arms. “I think the play date is over” he said. You pulled a light cardigan you had in your bag to cover her sleeping form, tucking it on her sides and turning her in a little cocoon of warmth; Akaashi could feel your fingers brush against his chest as you tucked her in and felt like an entire colony of ants lived inside his organs, he just hoped you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. “Yeah, I think so” you smiled moving loose hairs falling over her face behind her little ear before letting her go and stepped away from Akaashi.

You didn’t want to leave, but you had to work two more shifts today and things were feeling a little too real too fast, you needed some space. “Common Seiji, gotta go home, mama has to work in a bit.” nodding, the toddler walks in front of Akaashi, bowing, “Thank you for the pizza, sir. And also, for letting me play with Kimi today, I had a lot of fun!” he was about to turn and leave when he remembers something else, “Also thank you for taking care of my mom, I saw how you held her hand when she was making a sad face, nobody does that for her, just me. So, thank you.” he gives Akaashi one of his lovely smiles, leaving him speechless again.

Bokuto would laugh at him if he knew the number of times, he’s been left speechless in a single day. “You are even more stupid than I thought you were, Miya Atusumu.” he mutters to himself as he sees you hand in hand with your son.

You give Akaashi a little wave and a smile, leaving the two behind and walking over to your small apartment, which somehow today felt bigger, brighter, maybe it was just your heart that felt lighter. You haven’t talked about Atsumu in years, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, you finally feel like you can move on from this, from him.

“Oh crap!” you dropped the bowl you were currently washing in your kitchen’s sink a few hours after getting back home, startling your son. “What’s wrong!!?” he asks worriedly, running over to your side from the living room, getting you back to reality, “I-I didn’t give my phone number to Kimi’s dad-” your son chuckled, shaking his head at how silly his mom can be. He’s sure today won’t be the last time he sees Kimi’s dad or so he wishes, he was spying constantly from afar making sure his mom was safe, and the look he saw on her face is one he’s never seen before. It made him feel warm inside.

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