dad!kento who switches jobs when you find out you're pregnant, so he can work from home and take care of you - “it's okay, i was planning to do it anyway; they kept making me work overtime.”
dad!kento who naturally falls into the habit of resting his palm on your stomach when he kisses you, as if to already include your child.
dad!kento who finds your strange cravings hilarious and makes it his mission to hunt down the exact products you want. “for my wife,” he specifies every time; all these years later and he still loves the way the words feel on his tongue.
dad!kento who never loses his temper with you, even when your moodiness has you snapping at the tiniest of things. he'll leave the room for a few minutes to recentre himself or gently remind you of your own self regulating techniques, but he'd never stoop so low as to lash out at you.
dad!kento who gives killer massages for as long as you need them, sometimes offering before you even mention it if he’s noticed you’re moving stiffly or wincing as you bend to pick something up. there’s just something about the way his strong hands expertly knead out the soreness in your muscles…
dad!kento who pulls you into his arms to cradle you when you toss and turn at night, brushing the hair from your eyes with slow, soothing motions until it lulls you to the sweet embrace of sleep. and if you need a hot cup of camomile tea to aid you, it's on the bedside table before you even think to ask for it.
dad!kento who you find in the kitchen at 3 am when you wake up with back pain, anxious and bleary eyed as he scours research papers on the neuroscience of children's developmental stages. you make an executive decision to put an end to the parenting books and podcasts; he's already struggling with enough insomnia and stress as it is.
“you're going to be a great dad, kento,” you reassure him as he follows you meekly to your bedroom. “you’ve already done so well with yuji that i forget he’s not ours. we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
“okay,” he agrees through a vicious yawn. he's drifting off as soon as his head hits the pillow, but not before whispering “i love you” into the curve of your neck.
girl dad!kento whose whole body trembles in awe when he first cradles your daughter. he weeps unabashedly when she opens her eyes in his arms. “you look just like your mother,” he tells her and presses a feather-light kiss to her forehead.
girl dad!kento who you come home to find fast asleep on the couch, shirt rumpled and reading glasses askew (“old man,” you like to tease. “i’m not even thirty,” he snaps back light heartedly). one of his arms is thrown over his forehead and the other is wrapped securely around your 4 month old who lies nestled on his chest, breathing softly in rhythm to the slow rise and fall of her father’s chest.
girl dad!kento who responds to your 6 month old’s babbles and raspberries with a full conversation. “ababababa” can apparently translate to anything from an educated criticism of capitalism to “you’re right, mummy looks absolutely gorgeous today” as kento takes the opportunity to sweep you into a kiss - to the coincidental delighted exclamation of your child, who has no idea what’s going on but thinks it’s wonderful all the same.
at 1 years old your daughter’s favourite place is perched on girl dad!kento’s shoulders, tufts of his hair grasped in her chubby fists as she kicks her feet and makes babbled demands regarding where she wants him to go next, which of course he’ll acquiesce to - “yes, your majesty!” he declares. in this case, it’s to the front door to answer the insistent bell. “gu, gumm, gumi!” she crows as megumi offers up the last loaf of sourdough he’d snagged off the shelf - and the small household erupts in celebration at her first words.
girl dad!kento who obliges your daughter in playing her favourite game, which involves her waddling unsteadily around the house, giggling as her father chases her and shrieking as he pounces on her to swoop her into the air and smother her face in kisses.
girl dad!kento who makes sure to spend quality time with you, even in between the chaos of work and raising a child. “don’t burn down the house,” you tell yuji, ruffling his hair on your way out.
“we’ll be fine, nanamin number two,” he says cheerily.
"yeah, don't worry, we got it," nobara adds as a crash resounds in the background. megumi appears a moment later, dragging your nearly 2 year old by her fist, who’s giggling uncontrollably.
“just the high chair,” he says dully with a long-suffering expression on his face.
you come back in the early afternoon to find yuji enthusiastically reading a storybook on the couch while nobara sits cross legged in front of him, your daughter in her lap. to the side is megumi, embellishing the illustrations with creatures of shadow that gallop across the pages.
you and kento stop in the doorway for a moment, still unnoticed. you’re so caught up in drinking in the scene, smile wide across your face, that you nearly jump when kento wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to your cheek.
“thank you,” he says, resting his head against yours, “for our family.”
“you’re back!” yuji exclaims and scrambles to his feet to eagerly detail all of their escapades in your absence. your daughter trails behind him, ditching nobara to slip her hand tightly into megumi's - her unparalleled favourite. and right now, in this moment, there’s so much love in your heart you feel you could burst.
nanami kento, who’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.
- on my period and my body is throwing everything at me. i’m possessed by the urge to start a family.
- in the most normal way possible i want to have nanami kento’s children
- man what’s going on
