Confessions of a Married Man
BY: MYLiFE'SBOAT
Kyouya is not mine.
Author's Note: Chapter 6 is rather amusing, ain't it?
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There were hardly a few things that eluded Ootori Kyouya's wide vocabulary. Perhaps just a small number of things and barely any people involved. He was a person known very much for reading people's minds. He was rather popular for it—and feared, to add to that. Apart maybe from Aki, who at times can be very vague and beyond anyone's comprehension, he is one of those things—one of those things that confounded him, one of those people that made him feel like he had brain size of a peanut.
Yes, him. He wondered much how a small creature—this tiny (and cute) creature he called his son—could bring him so much stress, just thinking about what this puny child is thinking.
He remembered a few years ago that one time when he was awoken by a loud cries his son made in the middle of the night. He had a long day that afternoon in the office—as usual—and something that wakes him up amidst his slumber would receive a one-way ticket to hell. He nudged Aki on the shoulder to wake her up but his wife merely grunted a 'hn' and went back to sleep. With a vein popping on his temple, he pushed the sheets off and made his way to his son's room.
"Don't cry, brat," he muttered quietly as proceeded over the blue crib. The small child's cries grew louder as he approached and Kyouya's vein went more pronounced. He took a mental note to stop Aki from making decisions such as not hiring a nanny for the child because she wanted a hands-on job for their first baby.
He rummaged the storage for a bottle and Kyouya prepared for the formula. As soon as the nipple made its way to Kyosuke's lips, he supped it quietly and his sobs abated. He was about to kiss his son 'good night' when the brat suddenly pulled the bottle out of his mouth and threw it to his forehead. A bump made its way through. He ended up carrying the child in his arms and cooing him back to sleep.
If the picture of him cooing a child back to sleep would leak out to the press, it would be the company's end. Probably Ootori Kyouya's end too. He could see the newspaper headline with his name on front page.
OOTORI KYOUYA, THE HEARTLESS THIRD HEIR, BASTARD OF THE OOTORI GROUP OF COMPANIES, LOSING HIS TOUCH?
Oh, yes. He would probably lose his pride and dignity for that. Dealing with children is a woman's job. Not a man's. It was simply not masculine. Men are supposed to be dealing with business and not—definitely not—nursing children in the middle of the night.
The first incident, the Kyosuke-keeping-him-awake-at-two-in-the-morning incident, did not however stop there. There were more nights that followed and he found himself catching a few minutes of sleep in his office the morning after. He thought that right after Aki's pregnancy, he would have more nights to keep for himself. He definitely thought wrong. Having a child only worsened his insomnia and here he was, thinking he already found a cure.
His condition however, made a huge turn when Kyosuke turned three when the child already had enough presence of mind not to find the most inappropriate moments to cry. There were also at times when Kyosuke knew well how to make him feel better. Such as that day he went back from the office, tired and much spent after taking care of the problems in the company. With just Kyosuke's single look—with just a single smile, his fatigue flew out of the window. His son wrapped his small arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheeks while saying, "Welcome home, Papa."
And that time when he went back from work and his son greeted him with a paper held up between his small fingers. The paper was smeared with different-colored shapes—crooked circles and wavy lines. Kyouya bent down to take the picture from his son's hands. Aki was a few feet away from them, observing.
"What a nice portrayal of a rainbow," Kyouya complimented with a smile. He reached out to grab his son's face and Kyouya dropped a kiss on his forehead.
"That's not a rainbow, Papa."
"Oh?" he raised his eyebrow in question, wondering what the picture should actually be. Out of the corner of his eye, he could perceive Aki's smirk.
"It's us," Kyosuke explained to him patiently. Well, that kinda took Kyouya aback. His son stretched his arms to touch his drawing. "This is me and Mama." He pointed at the two bent circles (oh, so they were stick drawings) with a some kind of an oblong on top which what Kyouya deduced as a bob of red hair. "And this is you." Kyouya followed his index finger to a dark-haired stick man with a pair of rounded glasses.
"Really? That's us?" Kyouya asked, amused. He'd forgotten the sore muscles on his back and his stinging, bloodshot eyes.
"Yes," Kyosuke told him, his voice laced with childish irritation.
He chuckled knowingly and Aki approached them both. She dropped a kiss on Kyouya's forehead. "Welcome home."
Despite his stress from the work in the office, despite the exhaustion, getting home—even as his legs almost gave up with fatigue—having them was worth it. His family was the only thing that gave his life meaning.
He takes it back. Kyosuke was his cure. Add Aki to the package and nothing gets worse.
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