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christmas bonus.

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"josh!" y/n whined, throwing a mini tantrum to her best friend who shook his head sternly.

"sometimes i wonder who's the kid, you or akio." he mumbled, rolling his eyes before he looked at your son.

akio shrugged, going back to playing the video game on his phone. he wasn't interested whatsoever in the conversation, like usual.

"one thing about you, you're definitely akira's son." y/n mumbled, before rolling her eyes and sitting at the kitchen islands stool.

josh and jackson were babysitting, aka letting akio do what he wants, while y/n and kunimi went on a date.

the two hadn't been on a nice date since they got married and had their kid. so this was refreshing to them. knowing their kid was also in somewhat good hands was a bonus.

"enjoy your christmas dinner," josh smiled softly, watching as y/n whined and sighed before meeting kunimi at the door.

"no volleyball inside!" she yelled, before finally leaving out the door with her chuckling husband following closely behind.

"hm," josh hummed before rolling his eyes and looking at the kid beside him who had finally put down his game. "wanna open my present first?"

"obviously!" akio laughed, jumping down from the stool he sat on and walking into the living room where the big tree sat with his uncle josh since jackson was using the bathroom.

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"do we fuck before or after dinner?" akira asked, gently squeezing his wives thigh with one hand while the other one steered.

when he got no response, he looked over at her momentarily to see her in her own little world.

"y/n fucking l/n." he stated, the woman snapping out of her own thoughts to look at him. "what's going on up there in your head?" he sighed.

"nothing..." she trailed.

"y/n, we leave akio with josh and jackson all the time. why do you always do this?" he chuckled.

"i don't know? motherly instinct?" she mumbled, fiddling with her thumbs.

"even leaving him with his grandparents, you still go into this worried anxiety filled state when you know he's in good hands." akira sighed.

"i know, i know." y/n sighed, looking at her husband before huffing.

"he's 14, he can practically stay home by himself." akira continued before shrugging. "but me and you both know jackson and josh aren't gonna do anything bad with the kid. they'll play volleyball, play video games, eat dinner, and watch tv until falling asleep somewhere randomly in the living room."

y/n sighed, agreeing since it always did play out that way. the two ate dinner, had a nice time, and headed back home.

"definitely!" y/n laughed, hanging her coat on the coat rack by the door as soon as she opened the door to her home; akira following close behind with a chuckle of his own.

the two found themselves in the living room where— as expected— josh laid out on one couch, akio on the other, and jackson laid out on the floor in one of the awkwardest positions possible. playing on the tv we're reruns of older spongebob episodes.

y/n and akira lightly chuckled, turning off the television, putting a blanket over the three males, and cleaning up the small messy such as a soda can, a few napkins, and a paper plate that was left out.

they turned off the light after kissing akio's head and making their way upstairs to rest for the night.

"offer still stands," akira hummed. "we can still fuck." he whispered to the girl who was comfortable in bed.

she laughed while he covered her in kisses, his hair tickling her face while he held her close to his body.

"i love you." he hummed, smiling at her.

"i love you too, akira." she chuckled.