He holds their infant son the same way he holds her— tightly (for fear of letting go) yet tenderly (so they don't shatter from the crushing weight of his love).
She finds excuses for him to watch the baby just so she can catch glimpses of his relaxed face and peaceful eyes. Her favorite parts of the day are when she catches him napping, sprawled on the sofa with his work scattered haphazardly on the coffee table, and the child nestled against his chest.
He only ever sings when the baby cries for a lullaby and he rushes even faster than she does when he cries at all. She knows he doesn't think twice before tossing aside a portfolio to scoop up the fussing boy, nor does he hesitate to favor him with a smile.
Once at night, as he returns to bed from his turn to tend to their son, she murmurs teasingly to him.
"Maybe you don't need me anymore."
He turns over and pins her arms above her head before she can gasp in surprise, her back arching and hips tilting out of habit. His customary scowl is etched even deeper into his face and his gaze smolders her insides to embers and ash.
"Never say that again," he tells her. "I need you." His eyes burn and her lips part. "I need you more than you will ever know-"
She kisses him, slowly and deeply, and his grip on her wrists loosen so that she can wind her hands into his hair. He groans into her mouth when she rolls her hips against his, and he spends the rest of the night reminding her just how much he needs her.
I have a supreme weakness for family and Daddy Ichigo fics. afdlfkjldflds.
are there scenarios anyone would like to see, by the way? I'm very open to suggestions, so let me know!