Alice Strife: I really like this couple, I don't see a lot of fanfictions about it though and I haven't been writing many chapters either, so here you go!

Toki Kagami

"And this right here is strawberry flavored pocky, your Mama's favorite, and here's green tea flavored which isn't really a favorite, but still good, and coffee flavored which tastes nice while drinking milk and-"

"Murasakibara, enough." Akashi ordered.

Murasakibara frowned as he looked up at Akashi with an irritated expression on his face. He leaned up from talking to his belly and hovered over his husband, tilting his head as he stared right at him.

"What's the matter? I was simply talking to our daughter." Murasakibara asked.

"No, you were naming snacks and it was really getting annoying." Akashi mumbled.

Murasakibara shrugged and leaned back down on the couch, moving the snacks and pushing them on the floor as he laid his head down in Akashi's lap.

"Your Mama gets irritated very easy little one, but don't worry. I always have an emergency box of strawberry pocky on me to calm him down. If he goes through that though then you're own your own; hopefully you'll be so cute he'll eat you up instead." Murasakibara said stroking Akashi's stomach.

Akashi tried concentrating on the TV and even turned the volume up, he could not stop listening to his husband's conversation though with their baby. Some parts were cute, some annoying, and some not making any sense at all. There was one slight thing that annoyed Akashi though, really annoyed him that Murasakibara kept calling him.

"Why am I Mama?" Akashi finally voiced.

Murasakibara hummed, "huh?"

"Why do you keep calling me Mama?"

"Because that's what you are Aki-chi."

"I am not going to be the mother, but the father that provides for the family." Akashi narrowed his eyes.

Well Murasakibara wasn't going to be the mother either since he was the father. He couldn't be a mother because he was more like a father while Akashi was like a mother, cute, short. Murasakibara couldn't tell his husband those reasons though.

"Don't you cook for us?" Murasakibara asked.

Akashi huffed, "you're point?"

"And clean? And take care of the house? Sure you work, but don't I as well?" Murasakibara asked leaning forward.

He started hovering over Akashi, his eyes a dangerous color as his lips started hovering over his neck.

"Weren't I the one who made the first move for us? Aren't I the one who gives it to you every time you beg? Wasn't I the one who put the baby inside of you?" He whispered, nibbling on Akashi's ear like it was a piece of candy.

Words failed Akashi as he shivered and placed his hand against Murasakibara's chest, clenching his fingers into his shirt.

"I think that makes you the Mama Aki-chin, but don't worry. I'll make sure our daughter knows that you rule this household, Mama," Murasakibara licked up his neck.

Akashi pulled Murasakibara's shirt down and crushed their lips together, Murasakibara having a large grin as he desperately kissed him back. There was a glare on his husband's face when they parted, his red eyes lowered dangerously.

"If I don't like it then you're going to be Mama." He growled.

"I'd say you like being called that very much, don't you Mama?" Murasakibara chuckled before kissing him again.

There was a kick between the two of them making Murasakibara pull away for a second, laughing even harder.

"And I say our little daughter likes it as well."

"Sit back down Murasakibara, I can't see the TV." Akashi said getting over him.

Murasakibara did as told and laid back down on Akashi's lap, rubbing his hand over his belly again.

"Mama and Dada love you pudding... Aka-chi-"

"We're not calling her pudding."

Murasakibara pouted and sighed, "our daughter is going to grow up with two different names."

"Don't you dare Murasakibara."

"Pudding, pudding, pudding, pudding," Murasakibara whispered poking at his stomach.

Akashi smiled lightly hearing this, though quickly hid it before he could notice.