Author's Note: Another tough one, but it was fun to write. Takako's a gem, hahaha.
Takako x Mitsuko
Prompt: I'll write our characters raising a child.
"Taka, would you take Ayana for a second?"
Takako held out her arms and relieved Mitsuko of the baby girl. "What are you too busy doing, then?"
"Looking for my purse," Mitsuko grumbled.
"Don't tell me you lost it again," Takako sighed.
"It's not my fault," Mitsuko insisted. "This place is fucking trashed lately, I can't keep track of anything anymore."
Takako shot her an annoyed glance. "In front of the baby? Really, Mitsuko?"
Mitsuko rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. If this kids's around us all the time, she's going to hear all that sooner or later. Might as well be sooner so I don't have to keep filtering everything I say."
With one hand on her hip and the other supporting Ayana, Takako looked at Mitsuko darkly. "What's gotten into you lately?"
"No idea what you mean," Mitsuko said coldly.
Takako continued to glare fiercely. "Don't give me that—" She cut herself off, and Mitsuko fought off a smile. Takako noticed and frowned.
"Here," she said, holding Ayana out in front of her.
"What?" Mitsuko asked blankly.
Takako sighed deeply. "You have been going completely—" she mouthed the word fucking, "—insane lately and to tell you the truth, I'm done with it. Here." She placed the baby in Mitsuko's arms and stepped back.
"Taka, what exactly are you trying to accomplish by—"
"I'm going to go take a shower," Takako interrupted. "You're going to hold her until I get back — don't think I won't know if you set her down," she threatened. Lowering her voice, she added, "Maybe if you actually spend some time with her you'll start to see why all of this is worth it."
Takako stalked off, leaving Mitsuko standing alone with Ayana in her arms.