DGG: More Yuya/Yoko fluffies! Enjoy!
"Mommy!" Yuya laughed as his mother peppered his face with kisses while the two snuggled on the couch together.
The woman ceased her onslaught for a moment, allowing the four-year-old to lean upward and plant a few messy kisses on her face now. Yoko grinned before she rubbed her nose against the boy's, which started him on another round of giggling.
"I love you, baby boy," Yoko gazed at her son.
The child immediately made a face.
"I'm not a baby!" he protested.
"No," Yoko acknowledged. "But you're my baby."
"No, Mommy. I'm not a baby!" Yuya insisted with a shake of his head.
"I didn't say you were a baby."
"I'm a big boy," he huffed.
"Big boy or not, you are my baby," she continued.
"No!" Yuya whined. "I'm a big boy!"
"Are you sure?" the woman raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!"
"Because the more you insist that you're a big boy, the more I don't believe you."
"No! I'm big! See?" Yuya pointed at himself.
"Hm. You still look pretty little to me," she shrugged.
"No!" Yuya threw his head back in dismay.
"I mean you're not as big as me or your daddy. You're still pretty little compared to us," Yoko tapped her finger on Yuya's nose.
"I'm a big boy," he mumbled with a pout.
"Are you really sure about that?" Yoko raised her eyebrows with a tilt of her head.
"Yes," Yuya huffed.
"Because I think you're my baby boy."
"I'm not a baby!" he cried.
"But you're definitely my baby," Yoko smiled.
"Nu-uh!"
"Oh, yes. I think you are," the woman held up her hands and flexed her fingers.
Yuya's crimson eyes widened.
"No! No, Mommy! No!" the boy attempted to get up and run away.
"You're not getting away from me that easily. Come here!" Yoko grabbed him and pinned him to the couch.
Yuya wriggled, but to no avail; Yoko tickled him mercilessly, despite her son's feeble attempts at fighting her off.
"Ma…Mommy! Mommy, stop! Stop!" he begged in between his fits of laughter.
"Say it. Say you're my baby," she tickled his stomach.
"Nuh…no!" he grunted.
"Then I guess you'll just have to get used to this because I'm never going to stop now," Yoko then went for his neck.
"Mommy!" Yuya cried as he smacked at her hands.
"Are you my baby boy?" she moved to his underarms.
"Yes!" he finally blurted out. "I'm…haha! I'm a baby boy!"
"No. Not a baby boy. You are my baby boy. You have to say it right," she informed him as she tickled his sides.
"Mommy! Plea-he-he-hease!" the child cried out in distress.
"Say it right," Yoko shook her head as her fingers tickled anywhere they could.
"I'm your baby!"
"My baby what?"
"Boy!"
"Good," Yoko nodded before she finally ceased tickling the boy.
Yuya continued laughing as Yoko snuggled back beside him and pulled him into a tight hug.
"No matter how big you get, you will always be my baby boy. Understood?"
"Yes, Mommy!" he grinned.
"Even when you're big, and grown up, and have babies of your own one day, you will still be my baby."
"No way!" Yuya's eyes widened.
"Yes way," she squeezed him and gave him a peck on the forehead. "Always and forever, my little love."
"Well if I'm always a baby – "
"My baby," she corrected him. "There's a difference."
"If I'm always…your baby," he giggled, "then you'll always have to be my mommy."
Yoko laughed.
"That's what's fair, Mommy," Yuya frowned.
The mother rested her forehead against her son's.
"I agree. You are absolutely right, son."
"Deal?"
Yoko smiled.
"Deal."