Alice Strife: Okay I think I'm going to do a time skip in the next chapter because I'm getting tired of them being pregnant and babies, although I haven't really written much about baby Toki Kagami after she was born. I'm trying to settle in with everyone else though so here's the newest chapter, hope you enjoy, I absolutely love Kise and Aomine. They couldn't have set them up better for us to ship together.

Toki Kagami

Aomine... Aomine was a little bit at a lost. He was a father now, and that was a great feeling, the greatest feeling he's ever felt before. Even before becoming a basketball player, before becoming a husband, before becoming a professional, becoming a father topped all of that completely. There was no comparison at all. When Kise had pushed out their little bundle of joy, six pounds, eight ounces, golden blonde hair with the brightest blue eyes Aomine had ever seen... he cried.

He would later deny that to Kise, but he really did cry at the sight of his little son. Kiseki Aomine. He got used to the name after hearing his spouse say it all the time and seeing on how much Kiseki looked like Kise, practically the spitting image, Aomine thought of it as fair. First Kuroko's kid looking just like him, then his kid looking just like Kise. Aomine hoped and feared Akashi's kid wouldn't look just like him; having a second Akashi in the world would be hell.

Back to him being lost though; Aomine was all alone in their house watching baby Kiseki all... by... himself. He's never been alone with his son before, his mom, Kise's mom, Kise's sisters, or Kise always being here with him. Having Kiseki took more out of Kise than they thought it would and he was currently at the hospital getting check ups. It wasn't safe for the baby to go back there, with all the diseases and illnesses and what not and with Kise being paranoid as hell, and their families were all busy at the moment. When Aomine considered calling a baby sitting, Kise just laughed at him. Their child was only two weeks old, how much trouble could he be? Kise had asked him.

And it wasn't their child though that was the trouble; what was really scaring Aomine was that... what if he messed up? Or did something wrong? What if he accidentally hurt their son? Aomine couldn't live with himself if anything like that happened. Kise was the mother, he was a natural with their son, while Aomine... he was a knucklehead.

"Kiseki, please just stay sleeping until your mother comes home," Aomine whispered pulling the blanket up so it was covering him again.

Baby Kiseki continued to snooze and Aomine watched him sleep before he got pretty bored. He pulled up a chair and started going through his phone, checking out scores from the latest games and watching matches that were on right now on mute. He could have left and go do something else inside of his house, but he was scared. What if the baby monitor broke? What if he didn't hear it since he was so absorbed into something else? The possibilities were endless so Aomine decided that staying here was the safest.

So he stayed.

About an hour or so later Aomine got hungry. He yawned to himself and got up from his chair, checking if the baby monitor was on and grabbed the other one to take with him down to the kitchen. He paused seeing Kiseki's eyes wide open, his bright blue eyes just staring up at the world then at him.

"Ah- how long have you been up?" Aomine asked him.

Kiseki was such a quiet baby, luckily for Aomine. He didn't mind him looking like Kise, but if started yapping and screaming like him too Aomine would have to kill himself. Yet again, the world did not need two Akashi's or two Kise's.

Kiseki didn't say anything as he stared at his father. He didn't reach his arms up to get picked up nor turn his head away to something more interesting. Aomine gulped and scratched the back of his head as he put the baby monitor back on the table. He leaned down and picked up Kiseki, holding him gently and carefully in his arms.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," Aomine teased a little.

Kiseki looked at his father and stretched his arms out this time, clinging to his neck and wrapping his arms around him. Aomine flinched lightly before a smile appeared on his face; he held Kiseki against him and started making their way out of his room.

"You know, you're a really good boy. I was expecting you to be crying and pulling my hair and just crapping everywhere, but you're really good. Aren't you Kiseki?" He asked making small talk.

Kiseki just sucked on his pacifier.

Aomine walked into the kitchen and gently placed Kiseki in his high chair, the small baby tumbling his head down as he found it hard to sit up. Aomine laughed as he helped him back up, waiting until he was settled before he started making himself a sandwich.

Five minutes later he was sitting down next to his son, eating, staring as he watched him eat. His eyes were all sparkling and Aomine raised an eyebrow, looking at his sandwich.

"What? Are you hungry?"

He stood up and washed his hands, looking for the bottle of milk Kise had prepared for him. He placed it in front of Kiseki when he found it and went back to his seat. Kiseki stared at the bottle and glared for a second. No, this wasn't how he eats. He smacked the bottle off the high chair and laughed when if fell on the floor.

"Dammit! Kiseki!" Aomine yelled picking it back up.

He placed it there and Kiseki glared at him this time, smacking it again. Aomine growled out in frustration.

"Your Mom's not here to feed you, so this is how you need to eat Kiseki!" Aomine yelled slamming the bottle on the table.

Kiseki made small noises as he stretched his hands out to his father; Aomine reluctantly picked him up after wiping his hands off and then Kiseki spat out his pacifier.

"What? You want me to feed you?" Aomine asked picking up the bottle.

This time his son ate it and then Aomine realized... he was a spoiled brat. He's always had someone to feed him and never once held the bottle for himself. Aomine was going to have to fix that soon, maybe make Kise do it actually because that sounded like a headache.

With both his hands occupied Aomine wasn't able to finish his sandwich. Kiseki drank until he was full, Aomine doing a little dance as he patted his back for him to burp.

"Alright, let's see... it's two right now. Kise said he'd be home by three... one more hour of us together..." Aomine hummed lowly.

He walked back upstairs to Kiseki's room, placing him back in his crib and hoping he'd take another nap. Kiseki started crying though and wanted out, kicking his cage.

"Alright, alright, we'll play." Aomine growled getting him out.

He sat on the floor and placed Kiseki there too, watching him tumble over. He didn't do anything as he watched his son move like a turtle on its back; he was teaching his son independence right now. When Kiseki was finally able to get on his front, he attempted to crawl but ultimately looked like he was swimming on land.

"Here, play with these," Aomine said pushing over some blocks and balls towards him.

Kiseki picked them up one at a time, throwing some while he smashed others. When he started trying to eat them Aomine laughed hard; he yelled out when his son tossed a block at his head though.

"Kiseki!"

Kiseki was attracted to the bright orange ball in front of him and reached for it. He started crying as he wasn't able to grab it, Aomine staring as he pushed the miniature basketball towards his son.

"Like the ball?"

Kiseki giggled and rolled onto his back, holding the ball above him in the light. Aomine smiled brightly, couldn't being more proud of his son.

"That's called a basketball; basket-ball. That's what your Daddy and your Mommy play for a living. Not on the same team of course, because your Daddy wouldn't be able to keep his hands off your Mommy if we did. Also, Daddy likes reminding Mommy just who exactly is the better player." Aomine said in a light voice.

He played ball with Kiseki for the rest of the hour, tossing it gently at him, rolling the ball, teaching him not to try and eat it. When Kise finally came home he was quiet, believing that the house was so quiet because Kiseki was taking a nap. He sneaked up the stairs and towards the baby room, gasping lightly as he saw Aomine passed out on the floor, Kiseki curled up against him with a basketball in his hands.

Kise blushed and hugged himself at the cute poise, took plenty of pictures, before dropping his things and curling up next to Aomine too. When he finally woke up Aomine felt pressure all over him. He looked over at Kiseki and sighed in relief that he was fine, then over to his left as he spotted Kise sleeping on his shoulder.

When did he get there? Aomine shrugged and stretched his neck out, kissing Kise gently on the head before falling right back asleep.