16. How is he?
"And what is Yoshio like?"— Gojo was very curious—"I mean his way of being"
It was time to put his plan back in motion
"Do I really have to tell you after did you spend time with him?" Utahime raised an eyebrow
Gojo scoffed at that comment—"Yes, I want you as his mother to tell me"
Utahime sighed—#Well, let's just say he looked just like "SOMEBODY" in several ways"—she looked at Gojo
"He is a very intelligent boy, but at the same time he is very witty, although he is also very naughty "like someone"" —She said reluctantly
"But after all, he's a good boy." She smiled when he said that last thing about her son.
Gojo grinned from ear to ear upon hearing that.
Those adults were now in the kitchen
As Gojo did not stop insisting that he tell him about his son, Utahime had no choice but to continue to support him and answer all his questions.
Utahime was cutting some vegetables and Gojo was standing next to her looking at her very curious
He slightly moved his head to one side to look at everything that woman was doing.
He focused his eyes on her slightly exposed clavicles, then he focused on her lips, on her scar and from there he looked at her hair tied in a cute bun
He kept looking at her from head to toe.
Although that woman was dressed in jeans and a simple black blouse with no neckline but slightly uncovered from her shoulders
Gojo couldn't stop looking at her breasts behind that delicate apron.
It was like a fantasy to see her like this in the kitchen
Utahime raised an eyebrow as he felt his gaze on his body.
"How much do you look?" she ask annoyed.
"Nothing specific" —He lied a bit—"I'm just curious to know how you are as "Mother""— Gojo replied with a mocking smile
That albino again had brought his face closer to the face of Utahime
She did not want to fall into that idiot's "game", she sensed that this man was planning something and more because of how he constantly approached her
She stop cutting the vegetables and look him straight in the eye.
"I don't know what your intentions are, Satoru." She slightly moved the knife she had in his hand
"But don't try to be smart with me" Utahime point the knife at the crotch of this
That was a subtle threat
"If you're not going to help me even to prepare the food, at least get to the point. What else are you going to ask me about Yoshio?" She ask with a slight smile without stopping pointing that knife at the albino's intimacy
Gojo looked happy with that woman's attitude
"Quiet! I was just thinking about the next question" he raised her hands in peace
He couldn't take his eyes off her, that woman was very sexy even threatening him
"Let's see, my next question is how is Yoshio at school?" Gojo asked curiously.
"As I said, he's a very intelligent boy, he doesn't get bad grades, but sometimes I have to help him with some issues"— Utahime answered—"Although he's also a bit "Troublemaker" like someone I know"
Utahime took a few steps toward a cupboard to unload some condiments.
" Troublemaker?" Curiosity invaded Gojo's voice.
"Well, Yoshio is a boy who knows how to defend himself so sometimes..." Utahime sighed in annoyance
"He fights with other children either because they tried to bother him or because sometimes he defended other children who were bothered by bullies... although I've always told him to try to solve things by talking but" — Utahime sighed
"In the end I always ended up fighting!" she said reluctantly.
" Being a "troublemaker" is not inherited from me, I assure you" Gojo said with a big smile.
Utahime grimaced slightly at that comment.
"And even if it is, have you won in those fights?" Gojo asked curiously.
Utahime held her breath for a moment. "Yes, he has won them all... even against children older than him." She sighed annoyed.
The one who taught Yoshio to defend himself and give one or another good blow was Shoko, although Utahime did not agree, but in the end it has served him well
The albino was so proud to hear what he even let out a sigh of satisfaction. "It's definitely a Gojo."
"You will say an Iori"— Utahime commented with a challenging smile before turning back.
Gojo raised an eyebrow at that opponent, he really loved it when she said something like that just to contradict him
At that moment, he again slowly approached Utahime from her back.
He brought his face close to her ear and said almost in a whisper charged with some excitement—"Well, we created a great child, didn't we, Utahime?"—
A shiver ran down her spine when she felt him so close to her.
Little by little Gojo's hands were getting closer to her waist, but Utahime tried to hold her ground.
She twisted her mouth, rolled her eyes and when Gojo was going to put her hands on her waist, Utahime slapped his to make release her
"You better keep your distance from me Gojo" she said seriously as she took a few steps to the side to get away from him.
"Why?" He question curious
"Because if! Do you have any other questions?" Utahime stared at him, crossing her arms.
"I have several... let's see, does Yoshio like sugar?" Gojo asked.
Utahime giggled—"He loves it, throughout my pregnancy my cravings were pure desserts, that child loves sugar but I try not to give him too much because then I can't stop it"
"That's if I get it out of me," Gojo commented with a big smile.
"Yes," Utahime shrugged slightly.
And so, those two spent a good while longer talking and exchanging glances in that kitchen.
That part of the house was not that big, but it had everything you needed.
And in the center it had a small table with four chairs, ideal for a small family
Gojo kept asking a few questions about his son while still chasing Utahime
He ask about what Yoshio's favorite color was, which turned out to be purple.
He also found that he liked sports since he was in kindergarten and seemed like he was going to be good at them.
That assumed he had inherited it from his mother
Gojo was also surprised when Utahime told her that Yoshio seemed to get along with animals, especially the cats that sometimes came to the shrine.
He even felt proud when he told him that Yoshio was easy to convince the parishioners who went to the sanctuary
Since he managed to sell many amulets when he helped in the store, some even believed that he was a "miraculous" child.
Gojo knew that this was true, since how his father had fallen for his own son's words before knowing the truth
Both were constantly moving from one corner to the other while talking about their son.
Gojo kept bothering and trying to get closer to Utahime, but she kept putting distance
Also the sorcerer asked about some photos
"Now I want to know about some photographs" —he opened that chaotic album on the table
"I'm busy, can't you ask later?" Utahime started to put something on the stove
But Gojo was still insistent "Please, I need to know a lot of things about our son!"
Utahime narrowed her eyes in annoyance, she had already tired of that interrogation
"I seriously want to ask you about this photo, please! I'm very curious!"- Gojo said approaching with a photo in his hands
"But I have to take care that the vegetables don't burn! And by the way I must finish preparing the meat for the meatballs and the rice!"—Utahime was already fed up with that man
"Plis Utahime!" Gojo made scolded puppy dog eyes. "Please!" Yes?!" He begged, joining his hands.
That face with a pout and half-dead lamb eyes reminded him too much of Yoshio
It was indisputable that he was a copy of that man
Utahime took a deep breath and then lightly rubbed her temples.
She knew she should cooperate even if she didn't want to
"Okay" she sighed heavily as she put those vegetables on the heat and set aside the meat he was finishing seasoning.
"Now what do you want to know?" Utahime sat on the chair and crossed her arms.
Gojo flashed a big smile as he sat down on the other chair.
Utahime made a face at the mess that man had on the table with those photographs and with all the food and utensils that had been stolen from him to get his attention.
"Do I want to know what happened here?" Gojo asked curiously and showing him that photograph.
Utahime immediately recognized that photograph that she took in her hands
Her serious face changed to a slight smile when she saw that photo where her son was wearing a traditional purple and black kimono.
"mmm if I remember correctly, this photo is from last year and we were celebrating the "Shichi-Go-San", at that time Yoshio was already five years old" — Utahime said with a slight smile
Gojo couldn't take his eyes off her, that smile always made him sigh
"Tell me a little more please..." Gojo begged.
Utahime looked at him slightly and then returned her gaze to the photo
"I remember that kimono was a gift that his grandparents gave him, I also remember that day we had decided to go to the sanctuary to celebrate that day with other children" — Her lips rose forming a little smile
"That day, I remember that Yoshi received too many compliments because of the color of his eyes, they said that he had been blessed by the gods" — there was some melancholy in her voice
"Well, I don't blame him, he has beautiful eyes," Gojo commented.
"And yes he does"— Utahime looked at him momentarily while he smiled from ear to ear
It seemed that there was something in the environment that made that moment special.
Perhaps it could be the aroma of the food that made the talk pleasant since it gave the feeling of being in a "home"
That albino decided to take another photo at random
"And what about this one? What happened here?" He ask showing him another photo
Again, Utahime took the photo in her hands
"I think that Yoshi here was about eleven months old" she comment, remembering. "At that time, he was already a very naughty child who crawled all over the sanctuary." She smiled at such a memory.
"You don't know the scares we all had when we couldn't find him in the room where we left him playing on the tatami or all the times he was going to fall to crawl into the garden" — Utahime said wistfully
"I imagine that since he was little he's been hyperactive, right?" commented Gojo very happy
"Not to mention it, when he learned to walk you could see him everywhere and when he learned to run..." — Utahime sighed with nostalgia
"You couldn't catch up with him easily, he ran very fast despite being very small." She laughed at the memory.
Those memories made her smile present in a tender way and that made Gojo's heart beat fast.
"Well, I guess I got that energy out of me." Gojo congratulated himself as if that were a compliment.
"That was definitely inherited from you," Utahime shrugged.
The atmosphere between those two was already quite relaxed.
Gojo kept trying to get closer to Utahime, but she always took a step back.
Utahime from time to time accommodated some of her strands of hair behind her ear and that made Gojo want to caress her cheeks or touch that scar
"And what were his first words?" Gojo asked, still looking at him affectionately.
"mmmm"— Utahime put her hand to her chin—"I don't remember well... I think he started saying Mom" — She smiled slightly at the memory
"And then it turned out to be a boy who doesn't shut his mouth like "someone I know""
Gojo laughed at that comment—"I wonder who that "someone" is?"
Both adults exchanged a few slight glances and smiles more
Utahime already had a little more confidence in looking into his eyes, while he couldn't stop looking at her lips
Although also from time to time Gojo kept resting his gaze on the breasts or on the neck of she
She couldn't help it, she looked very attractive even after years... motherhood had given her an attractiveness that was hard to hide.
Still, with all the temptations he had, Gojo kept asking
"And he never said dad?" Gojo ask a little intrigued.
Utahime sighed—"Yes, he said it, but very rarely "—She look at him for a bit and then return his attention to the Photographs
" And... Yoshio never said dad to another man? Or yes? " that question caused too much intrigue to the sorcerer
This for what Yoshio had told him the previous afternoon about his mother's dates.
"Are you an ex boyfriend?"
"When she goes out with some man who doesn't deserve her..."
That started to bother him.
Utahime shrugged. "To the best of my recollection, he hasn't said "dad" to another man."
Gojo sighed slightly in relief.
He really hated the idea that his son could call another man "Father"
But again the doubt invaded him
"And he never ask about me?" He returned to his serious pose.
"Yes, he did it a couple of times for school issues"—Utahime moved her hand on the table to see those photos— "You know, who him father was or who him paternal grandparents were and things like that"
The hands of both for a moment were found on that table
Gojo tried to hold Utahime's hand
Caressing with his index finger the little finger of this and going up the back of her hand
"And what did you tell him about me?" Gojo question curiously.
At that moment, Utahime withdrew her hand.
That touch, although it was so ephemeral, managed to provoke several emotions
"I only told him the truth, that you were a womanizer AND a great imbecile" Utahime smiled when she said that
Gojo scoffed at that answer.
A few seconds later, they both kept a moment of silence...
Utahime got up to check the vegetables which were already at their best.
They really had been talking for a long time and they hadn't even realized what time it was.
Gojo took a deep breath, there was something that had caused him too much intrigue for a long time
"Utahime with another man?" Ha, that's impossible, isn't it?" He questioned himself mentally at the idea of seeing her with another
And more than one of his answers showed that if he had gone out with other men
But if she had someone else, how would he feel? That feeling really frustrated him. Was it jealousy for imagining her with someone else?
At that moment, Gojo looked at her butt since her back was turned... he couldn't imagine another man touching her
did not resist anymore
He got up carefully and approached Utahime again, he hoped that this time if it was reciprocated
"You know Utahime..." This time he did manage to cross his arms around her waist.
Utahime shuddered, he didn't even have time to react
He quickly turned around to try and push it away with his hands.
But it was useless, Gojo had her cornered in his arms that even brought her too close to his body
"Gojo... this is wrong... please let me..." Utahime begged looking him in the eyes
"You know Utahime... I was thinking." Gojo smiled looking at her lips.
Utahime shook her head reproachfully at the position they were in.
The poor felt that man's breath on her lips, she turned her face to the side as she listened to him speak close to her ear
"Gojo... please... let go of me" she begged.
Gojo's voice began to sound very seductive, "I was thinking, well... we both have a beautiful son... and—"
Gojo dared to caress Utahime's cheek, which kept looking away trying to ignore him.
The touch of her skin after so many years was still warm and very soft.
Utahime closed her eyes at the touch of his fingers.
Even the albino felt her hands relax on his pectorals.
"And I thought since we're both single..." Gojo said looking at how Utahime seemed to be struggling internally.
Utahime hearing that word, a great laugh appeared on his lips from ear to ear
"Ha!"— she huffed as he looked the sorcerer in the eye —"Gojo, what makes you think I'm single?"— she asked with a giggle.
"Your character Utahime, tell me what man would notice you with such a strong character that you load up? You know that hysterical women are not popular with men" said Gojo with a smile
Utahime rolled her eyes at that response—"Idiot"—she sighed.
"As I was saying..." Gojo continued, returning to his seductive voice "I was thinking that... maybe you and I could give ourselves a 'chance' and raise our son together..."
Utahime's lack of serenity quickly disappeared, it seemed that Gojo was serious
"Satoru..." came out of her lips in surprise.
"I'm serious, Utahime," he said almost in a whisper.
Gojo brought his lips closer to Utahime's.
Utahime opened her eyes so wide because of what was happening, she even felt how Gojo's hands tightened on her waist, bringing her closer to him.
"I want the three of us to be a family... "—let out the sorcerer who was ready to kiss her
And when their lips were about to touch
That kiss was intercepted by Utahime's hand
Gojo was surprised by that
"That's not going to be possible Gojo" she sounded very serious
"Why not?" Gojo asked still with his lips glued to Utahime's palm.
"Why am I not singler…" she was interrupted
The noise of the front door alerted them that someone had arrived
"Mommy!" Yoshio yelled very excited.
That boy ran into the kitchen
Gojo released Utahime, she took a few steps back while adjusting her apron
"Mommy, I have something to tell you about..." Yoshio quickly fell silent when he saw his parents in that place.
He even raised his sunglasses because of what he was seeing
"Dad?... I mean Saturron," Yoshi said, opening his blue eyes wide.
Gojo smiled too much to see his little boy. "Yoshio!" he said happily.
That boy approached those two. "What are you doing here?" he ask very curious.
The albino bent down to greet his son —"I just came to talk to your mother"
That man noticed that his son was wearing his sunglasses on his head
"So you had my glasses, huh little brat?" Gojo asked with a big grin.
"Seriously... I'm glad to see you again Yoshio" he caressed his son's hair
That child felt great joy and perhaps even his wish had come true.
"Old man, your glasses are good lucky," Yoshio winked at him "I'm glad to see you too!" He said with a big smile.
At that moment, father and son hugged each other momentarily.
The footsteps of another person approaching the kitchen alerted Gojo
Quickly stood up
"My love, we're here!" — the cheerful voice of a man was heard—"Yoshio and I have something good to tell you…"
Utahime approached the kitchen doorway with a big smile on her face.
"Welcome my love"— She lovingly kiss the lips of that man who had entered the kitchen
Gojo felt his soul leave his body when he saw how Utahime kissed that guy
"Who is he?" Gojo asked with his jaw almost unhinged.
Yoshio laughed happily at seeing Gojo in such a state, waved his hand and said quietly
"He's mom's boyfriend!" he said, bringing her hand to her mouth as if telling a secret.
"WHAT?!" Gojo blurted out almost stupefied.
Yoshio scoffed at the face his father made, it was the same face he made yesterday when he met him
"Uta, is everything alright?" That man questioned when he saw Gojo there.
To be continue...
Notes:
I hope you liked this chapter
questions for my readers
How do you imagine Utahime's boyfriend is?
Do you think it will be a man without cursed energy or do you think it is someone you know?
And you may be wondering, why didn't Utahime and her family tell Gojo that she was already seeing someone?
Well, you will know that in the next chapter.