Baby Love - A Hakuouki Fan Fiction

Chapter 07

Nagakura household, early morning

He woke up groggily to the source of sound wafting from his daughter's room instantly placing a smile on his lips. Stretching out his taut muscles, listening to the bones making popping noises. Rubbing a hand against the side of his face, exhaling shakily; carefully getting upright to shuffle towards a set of weights.

An hour passes by before Shinpachi got out of the shower feeling refreshed after a good workout routine. Whistling nonchalantly, he pulls out a cotton fitting shirt in blue-green colour and washed out jeans. The ritual to spike his thick reddish-brown mane with a "hard" gel and wrapping a bandana around the forehead. Touching up a little with his bangs and nodding appreciatively.

Standing inside the kitchen, Shinpachi cooks a heavy breakfast for one, at the same time, boiling water for the formula milk. Packing up Akane's small bag with necessary items; two others for ample space as well as, for her nutrition intakes. He was critical about his baby's health, out of nowhere, a flitting memory emits a smile.

Harada was a lenient person, often lecturing him about "kids being kids" and Shinpachi has to cut slack. But Shin spoils his little Bunny more than anyone else with sweets and confectionary. From apparel to dolls, visiting fun places for her to explore and learn. Walking inside the semi-darken room to spy a figure huddled beneath a blanket.

Approaching the cot, Shinpachi makes little noises to alert his child and gently lifts the corner of the blanket. A pair of beautiful ocean-blue eyes pinning him, a trail of drool on her chin. His immovable heart squeezes by the endearing picture.

"Morning, my sunshine," he whispers while lowering his head to rain kisses on her face.

Akane's delightful shrieking emits a chuckle out of him, the two of them rejoices in one another's company before the father carries her into his arm. Eventually, she was on her highchair getting attended to breakfast. He sat by the table to study Akane, clever at her age; mischievous.

Shinpachi decided to enrolled Akane in a nursery for the child to adapt to adequate communication skills with others. But the teacher had explained that it was a matter of time, she might convey aggressiveness to another child. For an eight-month-old, she was less sociable.

He frowned upon ruminating the teacher's advice, Akane has yet to grow up, perhaps clingy to her father equivalent to any other kids. A reason for Shinpachi to hire a nanny, so they could accompany her and keep an eye out.

I fail my duty as a father figure, Shinpachi exhaled warily.

By the book stand, self-guided volumes on how to educate your children to their best behaviour and, learning on spotting early character development. He loves children, but taking care of an actual rambunctious minx was a whole fresh chapter. Grateful to Isami and his wife, sharing tips as they have two daughters.

Suddenly, the cellphone vibrated peering at the screen noting Miyuki's message but he planned on replying later. Cleaning up the kitchen, Shinpachi figured both of them were prepared to exit from the apartment.

"N..." Akane shook her head messing the pigtails.

"Time to leave," he mentally buckles up for her weeping fest.

"N..." Akane swung her feet out of his reach while attempting to put on shoes. "Da..."

"Akane," he forces a steely tone, as usual, the girl felt offended by it and the beginning of her whimper audible. "Oi, stop moving your legs."

"No...!" Akane wailed haplessly, flopping her body on the highchair in a defeated sign.

She was stubborn to a fault, Shinpachi often wondered whom Akane took after from. A flitting image of his ex-girlfriend plays in his head. Without missing a beat, he blanks out the rest. She was no longer a factor within their lives. Successfully slipping small feet into the shoes, he hoists the still crying child to walk over to the entrance.