Selcouth

Chapter 5

Third Person's POV

Akaashi lost count of how many times he had to wake up every night. In all honesty, as sad as it sounds, Aito usually cries. He thinks that ever since they were involved with their previous nanny, the cries began. Who knows where that woman is, either way, Akaashi never wanted to see her again.

He rubbed his face, far too irritated already. He groggily opened the nursery and was met with Aito's loud cries. He sighed and went towards the baby, carefully picking it up from the crib. "What's wrong Aito?" He asked although he already knew that he wouldn't get an answer.

He placed Aito on the baby's desk and checked his diapers. It was clean. He picked the baby milk bottle that was sitting by the side, indulge with hot water to keep it lukewarm. He brought it to the baby's mouth, but Aito merely pushed it away.

He sighed once again. He brought the baby close to his chest and rubbed comforting circles on his back. He swayed side to side as he gently rocked the infant. At the same time, he hummed a song.

It didn't take long for Aito to go back to slumber. Akaashi sat on the single couch, completely tired. He leaned on the head rest, feeling his head ache from the lack of sleep.

Keiji's POV

I have been with Aito for 2 weeks already, and those two weeks were no heaven. You might've guessed that it would be fine but no. It's troublesome and tiring. It was so hard to understand how an infant works.

So far, the only thing I know about Aito is that he often cries. And those cries meant that he was either hungry, uncomfortable with his diapers, needs a burp, or just plain uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes, feeling it sting. I stood up and placed him back in the crib. I was about to leave but then flinched at the sound of his familiar wails. I frowned, feeling my head wanting to burst. I marched towards the crib, wanting to pull the strands of my hair.

Calm your nuts Keiji..

Sliding one hand under baby's head and neck and the other hand under his bottom, I picked him up once again. I grunted when my back ached from the constant bending nevertheless, I followed what my heart told me to, and that was to care for Aito.

I sighed. This the reason why I often don't like myself. I kept listening to my heart rather than my head. Either that will be a good thing or it will be the cause of my downfall. "Aito, I'm so tired. Can we move to my room?" I asked the baby who was quiet the moment I picked him up.

I took the curious gaze as a yes and went out of the nursery and towards my room. I placed the baby on the bed, not forgetting to place pillows by his side to avoid himself from falling if ever he rolls around.

Going back outside, I got his spare diapers and ready to drink milk in his bottle. I was only gone for 15 seconds and his cries entered my ears once more. I sprinted towards my room, thinking if he had fallen out of bed. By the time I got there, I was running for nothing.

The sudden halt caused me to fall. I grunted as I stood up, grumbling when I placed his baby necessities on my desk. I went towards the wailing baby and the moment Aito opened his ocean blue eyes, he actually stopped crying when I came into his field of vision.

I raised my brows in amusement and didn't stop a smile forming on my face "Oh? Did you actually miss my presence just for a split second?" I asked, amusement laced in my voice. Soon after, I joined the infant on the bed. Aito never left his eyes on me.

"Aito.. Aito-kun?"

"Ngh" I widened my eyes at the sound that left the baby's mouth. "So, you want to be called Aito-kun now?" I asked teasingly. He merely blinked and I just want to squish all his cuteness out.