Drabble Title: Forgiven
A/Ns: Well, I decided to do a sequel for Know, since a lot of people liked it. Plus, I wanted to continue on with this theme, here. Kaito being a father and trying to deal with the struggles of it, is a really awesome story, in my opinion. I'm not sure how far this will go, actually; maybe until Leiko is fifteen? Or until a certain blondie comes into the story (people who have read my other future fic stories on this subject will know who I'm talking about.). Idk. Maybe you peeps should tell me how long to go with it.
Anyway, enjoy, before I start talking too much. Hee~
Also, this is all in Kaito's POV.
I was beyond exhausted and strung out, but the little baby sleeping contentedly in my arms made me forget all of that. It didn't matter that I was about ready to drop dead for twelve or so hours, or that my ears stung and my vision was blurry; Leiko was all that mattered. She was just... so beautiful, and she was just so tiny, I couldn't let her go. I had absolutely no idea why I was so attached to her now; I mean, I had disliked (for lack of a better word) her existence ever since I found out about her. But now... all that nonsense about getting rid of her made me angry at myself. Why did I ever consider that? Che.
Laying in the bed, Droite kept her eyes on me. I could sense it; her gaze warmed my skin as she continued to stare. I met her gaze, holding Leiko close to me while I did so. Droite was smiling, tired but focused.
"Y'know, Kaito..." she said quietly, "I do have to try and feed her."
"But she's asleep," I answered back. And considering how Leiko was snuggled against my chest, she would be out for a while longer.
"I know," the black-haired woman replied. "I'm just letting you know. You're practically super gluing the baby to you."
I raised an eyebrow at her, but realized her point. Eventually I would have to let Droite have the baby; after all, the kid needed to eat. Sighing, I sat down on the edge of the bed and handed the sleeping infant to her mother. Droite smiled, holding Leiko in one arm while she placed her hand over my own.
"Kaito, I've got something to ask you," she said, turning slightly to face me. I frowned at her, tensing.
"What?" I asked, nervous.
"Do you want to raise this child together?" she questioned, hazel eyes burning. "As a family?"
And without a doubt, I answered strongly. "Yes," I said. "Leiko is not growing up without a part of her family." I frowned once more, knowing that I also had to repair the bond between us. "And... I'm sorry. For treating you the way I did."
Droite placed her hand on my cheek, gentle. "It's alright, Kaito. I understand why you felt the way you did."
"But that didn't give me any right to treat you and Leiko horribly."
"That was a mistake you made. And it hurt. But I forgive you for it. All I want is for us to be a family. Together."
I leaned my head into her palm, closing my eyes and just listening to each of us breathe. "I'll be there," I whispered, a quiet breath escaping my lips.
A/Ns: Drabble one, for ya. Lemme know how it is. And, if you have a request, let me know.
