Mommy? [Gojo x fem! reader]

Chapter 2

-Fast forward to current time-

-1st person-

"Mommy, do you think I've grown taller since yesterday?"
I froze in place. Crap. Fushiguro walked in to the kitchen with a small ruler in his hand that he must of found from my office.
"What was that Megumi? Mommy?"

My eyes were then met with a face that looked as though it were saying 'I told you so', Gojo was great at making my skin crawl in anger. I was at a loss for words. I turned my attention to the small black-haired child with an expectant look on his face.
Struggling to conjure a response.

"Of course you have Megumi!" Gojo said as he scooped him up and lifted him Simba style.
(I don't know how else to describe it 🚶🏽‍♀️)

"I was asking mommy, put me down please." I couldn't help but stifle a small chuckle at the child's sternness. "Wow, don't you think that might hurt your father's FEELINGS?!" Though Gojo's voice was raised, Megumi retained his emotionless expression and turned to face my direction.

I reached out and grabbed Megumi from the tall man's grasp and set him down at the dinner table. "Tch, what a mommy's boy." Gojo muttered under his breath, leaving the room abruptly.

Now for the other two, I thought to myself as I searched for my two other 'children'. I soon found Nobara nestled in pile of clothes in my wardrobe. She lifted her head upon my entrance and I immediately noticed smudged makeup all over her face. I couldn't help but smile warmly at her, she was just so cute. Although it soon faded as I recognised over half of my clothes and makeup were now scattered across the floor. She grew teary eyed as a wave of regret soon took over.

"Sorry mommy." Her voice now weary and fragile, she lifted herself up and hugged my leg, digging her face into my pants. Great, another pair of pants ruined. I caressed her head gently and soon lifted her to take her to the dining room. I already saw Yuji seated next to Gojo, Megumi sitting across both of them. They turned their attention to us as we entered the room. Knowing how childish Gojo was I gave him a warning glare not to laugh. But it didn't work as Yuji then decided it would be a great time for added unnecessary commentary on Nobara's face.

"Coooll, you look like a clown Kugisaki!" And with that, Gojo was on floor. Megumi smiled in utter amusement and Yuji grew confused of why his idiot 'father' was on the floor practically pissing himself. I turned straight to the girl in my arms ready to comfort her but instead she decided that matters would be taken into her own hands.

She lifted herself out of my arms and plopped herself onto the floor. Calm and collected she walked around the table past her 'father' who was still cackling and reached the chair that of which Itadori was seated upon. I blinked once and they were already on the ground wrestling. They fumbled and tumbled across the floor. An occasional 'OW' or 'HEY' was heard as the as they hit surrounding objects, only making Gojo laugh more.

My patience grew thin, there was too much noise and I already had work to do to after dinner. Three kids? What a joke. I wasn't ready for this type of commitment. I have an added total of 3 hours sleep over the past 3 days. Temples throbbing and fists clenching, I could do nothing but yell at the calamity being displayed before me.

It's finally quiet.

-3rd person-

The four looked at Y/n in complete shock. She had reached her limit. The kids had never seen Y/n yell before, it was scary. Trying to diffuse the situation, Gojo concluded that what he was about to do would be the best course of action.
The white-haired man removed his eye covering, revealing cloud-like irises glossed over by tears, soon falling down each cheek. Each end of his lips curled into an ugly pout and his brows furrowed. He was crying. . . fake crying.