#yhh not amazing hut I'm only inspired when I'm tired

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I wanted to write mini fic based on more domestic touken based and inspired on the recent and last beautiful chapter to the series of Tokyo Ghoul, so here’s my small fluff addition. Nothing amazing, just a lot of fluff haha. Hope you enjoy~

Touka stood by the door to the study, watching Kaneki type away at his computer with his glasses slipping down his nose every now and again. His brows furrow and his lips form into a pout as he leaned back into his seat, making Touka almost burst out into chuckles as she watched her dorky husband with soft eyes. He had been working so hard on his own work, knowing how eager he had been since starting his own little project. It kept him busy, though she was sure to always remind him not to overwork himself.

Kaneki, as if sensing Touka, turned to her with a pleasantly surprised smile. It had been six years since the Dragon War and yet it was still so refreshing to see that smile again, a smile so sweet and filled with honest joy. It was always a reminder that they finally had everything they could’ve asked for - a family, a peaceful home and a life they could call their own. That single sweet smile reminded her of all that. She hoped it would never disappear again.

“I’ve brought some coffee.” Touka places his hot mug of coffee on the desk, Kaneki leaning up to place his hands on her hips, his face turned up to face her. He was practically beaming at this point. “Making the last improvements to your book?” He nodded and his eyes slowly moved down to her round stomach, one hand resting on top and rubbing small circles.

“Yeah, it turned out better than I thought.” He said with a small hint of pride, resting his head against her stomach. She giggled and brushed her fingers through his soft hair, knowing how much he loved being so close to their soon to be born second child. What a sap. “But right now…” he stood up, tugging her closer and tilting her head up, “I think I should rest.”

“Mm, is it because I nagged you last time?” She smirked and he chuckled, pulling her longer hair over one shoulder where his eyes landed at her bite mark. She always worried about him so much - it was as heartwarming as it was bothersome, not that he didn’t appreciate it of course. “Maybe.” He chuckled, leaning down to plant a light kiss against her lips.

“I’d help with your work, but, well…” She bit her lip, not sure if she was willing to admit he was much better than her in Japanese. “I’m not a huge nerd like you. Like who even uses the word calumniator? It’s so dumb.”

“Touka-chan,” he gave her another smile, pressing his lips to her head and  he tightened his arms around her a little, “don’t blame the words for your lack of knowledge.”

“Did you just call me dumb?!” Touka snapped, feeling Kaneki laugh against her cheek. “Don’t tempt me, Ken, this baby bump is deadlier than it looks.”

“So cute.” Kaneki mumbled and Touka lightly slapped his arm, continuing to throw death threats at him. He leaned back and saw her puffy cheeks, kissing both and he saw her crumble at his sweet nothings. “Careful, you’ll give our little boy your temper.”

Pouting again, he distracted her with more kisses, saying he loved her temper along with several other things. All the while, he continued feeling her stomach through her, well his, shirt, completely taken away with the small kicks he felt against his hand. It had been a while since he been through this joyful experience, remembering how he would always do the same with Mai when Touka was first pregnant. It reminded him of what he had, of what he was living for and what he wanted to live for in the future. He already had the perfect family, still at times in disbelief at what he could finally call his own. And now he was going to have another beautiful child, something he still didn’t think he deserved, along with his wonderfully amazing daughter who was so many things and more.

And Touka was still by his side, just like she always was. It was so silly how giddy he got, but he couldn’t help it; not when she was in his arms like this, staring up at him with those big beautiful eyes he’ll never tire of looking at and that told him all he needed to know in any situation. She was so perfect and he shouldn’t of had the chance to fall in love with her, to kiss her, to have a family with her. To say her name every single day with all the love he could convey.

“Touka-chan.” She raised a brow, a little worried at his seriousness, but he simply cupped her face in his hands and kissed both eyelids shut, ghosting kisses down her cheek where he brushed his lips against hers, feeling Touka smile against him. “Touka, I-”

“Mama! Papa!” Mai burst into the room, legs and hands covered in mud and a wide gappy smile on her flushed face. Her ‘sesame pudding’ hair, as Touka called it, was ruffled. Wasn’t it tied up before..?

“Look at what I found. Look!” She tugged at Kaneki’s leg, both parents trying to ignore the mud. In her other hand, she proudly held up a stag beetle, making Kaneki tense up and Touka light up. “It’s a- a stang beetle!”

“Stag beetle, baby.” Touka corrected, though Mai wasn’t really listening, hopping around with a probably terrified bug in hand, shouting it’s name. “That one is real big, isn’t it, Ken?” She smirked as she saw Kaneki nervously nod, his eyes undecisive in whether they wanted to admire his beautifully energetic daughter be proud at her accomplishment, or to save himself from looking at that..that...thing.

Touka’s head them quirked up, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her lips at the rememberance that Ayato and Yomo were supposed to be with her. After asking Kaneki to deal with her, his almost disdained look of desperation only adding to her amusement, she waddled back into the living room, seeing Yomo and Ayato crouched and clutching one another in the corner. Hinami was in the middle of both taking selfies with them and comforting them.

Touka took her own phone out ready, deciding now was probably a good time for that christmas card photo. It was amazing how much Ayato ended up resembling Yomo after all these years, though she was pretty sure he hadn’t figured out their actual relation like she had. Though it didn’t matter much, they were still incredibly close, something Touka could be proud to say for her family at last. And to think all of them had been so distant for so long, though they couldn’t help the cruel circumstances. She was more than happy with how things were now. It was almost perfect. If only they weren’t such babies.

Yomo was frozen and Ayato was quivering, trying to stand every now and again only to tumble down dramatically every time. Though, just when Touka was about to lecture about their melodrama, Hinami gave him a tight hug and he seemed to break character, his face a bright red as he called Hinami a big idiot - even if he pulled her into an even tighter hug for ‘needed therapeutic comfort.’

“Get a room, you saps.” Touka teased, pulling the traumatised Yomo up. “Shut up.” Ayato yelled back, his face like a kicked puppy when Hinami moved back with a sweet giggle.

Kaneki eventually joined them, Mai in his arms and her muddy handprints all over his cheeks. Giving Touka an awkward smile, she rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed a cloth from the kitchen to clean her two idiots.

“The beast- I, aha, mean, Mr. Stag has been graciously released back to the wild.” Mai nodded at her dad’s words, squishing her muddy hands as she shuffled in his arms. “He will be missed dearly…”

“Honestly, with everything we have been through, a tiny bug shouldn’t be an issue.” She stuck her tongue out Mai as she cleaned her cheeks, making her laugh delightfully. They all watched Mai fondly as Touka moved on to Kaneki, the two gazing at each other playfully as she pinched his cheek. “And could you really not have avoided this mess? Oh wait, I remember, you need to make a statement with you always returning in sewage and blood and-”

“That’s not fair!” He protested, but she silenced him with a quick kiss, caressing his cheek and her eyes wandered to the black mark that trailed from his eye, a reminder of their past. “Does it bother you?”

Touka looked up in surprise, before frowning and pinching his cheek again. “No, of course not! I was just thinking of the past…But it’s fine. I’m just more thinking of our future.” He smiled and nuzzled his nose against hers, her words always being what he needed.

“Gross, get a room!” Ayato yelled and she threw the cloth at him, Mai laughing and using the sponge she had to attack Ayato too, her evil grin almost identical to her mothers’.

This was the only future all of them wanted and it was sure to be a beautiful one.   

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