Tinier Than a Football
17th Down: Blood
"It looks like a monkey." Hiruma commented when he saw the bundled up baby in his arms. The baby stirred slightly and looked around at his surroundings before staring at Hiruma.
"Yoichi!" Mamori scolded. "That's not what you say to your son."
Mamori was exhausted and looked at her husband who was still staring intently at their son. She smiled at Hiruma's expression. His furrowed eyebrows that seemed to be anticipating something, his slight frown as if he's calculating that baby's next move.
He's going to cry. Hiruma thought when he looked at the baby who was also staring at him. Those doe-like eyes didn't pull away from him once and the baby's cheeks were flushed red. Of course he's going to cry.
Hiruma reached out a finger to poke the baby's cheeks and Hiruma showed his scariest smile, fangs baring and all just to see the reaction the monkey would have. Tiny hands reached out and grabbed Hiruma's long fingernail. Hiruma's eyes widened at the sight of the baby's smiling face.
"He's not crying." Hiruma said quietly. The little hands were barely able to grab his finger. The baby was tiny and delicate, not like a football. Hiruma wasn't sure how to carry this baby anymore and his arms tightened up with the heavy burden.
Mamori reached out and touched the face of the man she fell in love with. He looked at Mamori and saw a smile on her face. "Of course not, why would he want to cry when he's with his daddy?"
Mamori could see a faint blush on her husband's cheeks, but maybe she was imagining things…
"He still looks like a monkey." He murmured at the giggling baby.
"Yoichi!"
But it was his monkey.
sorry for the short update~ the next one will be longer ;)