Baby Love - A Hakuouki Fan Fiction

Chapter 30

"Um, before we return to your apartment, I want to visit the supermart," Miyuki piped in after prolong minutes of contemplation.

"Hm?" Shinpachi peered at her before he focused on the road. "Dressed like that?"

"Wait, drop me off at your place and I'll quickly change-"

"What do you want to buy?" he frowned. "Are you planning to return back to your place?"

"No, I want to bake cookies for Akane," she whispered. "With your permission..."

"You're my guest, I mustn't request Miyuki to cook for us," he shook his head.

"Please, I want to show my gratitude," she glance at him eith a troubled expression.

"Miyuki, you don't have to-"

"Cookies!" Akane squealed from her toddler chair at the back.

"Akane, do you want to eat cookies?" Miyuki utilized Akane's help.

"Yes!" she shrieked ecstatically.

With unrestrained excitement, the young girl was singing incoherent songs; little feet swinging as much as the chair allowed and the adults were defeated by her adorable behaviour. Shinpachi's mood lightened up, he drove them to the nearest family mart.

"Tell me the checklist and I'll get them for you," he spoke while opening "Note" on his phone, his rough fingers tapping away. "I'll be right back."

The vehicle rocked from his movements, he chose the closest cart to dump the items and ticking off the list one by one. For some reason, he was humming underneath his breath, fresh set of eyes looking out for more ingredients.

He speed walk for the car loaded with white bags when Miyuki hopped out to lend her hands, both of them carefully placed each cartons inside. She looked at him in surprise by the extra numbers of items. He gave her a side eye, a little smirk visible and told her to return in her seat.

"Are we ready to go home?" he inquired the pair after settling in.

"Yes!" both adult and child agreed in unison.

....

Back at Home, Shinpachi boiled water to mix the powdered milk for his daughter, meanwhile, his guest was changing into a comfortable attire that same clothes she wore the night before. He tasted the liquid to make sure it wouldn't burn Akane's tongue.

"Akane," he called out gently.

"Papa," she replied, two hands reaching out for the bottle.

"I'm ready," Miyuki put on an apron. "Shall I also cook lunch for us?"

"I can help with that," Shinpachi got up from the sofa, he eyed a sleepy toddler laid flat on the soft pillow.

In silence, Shinpachi and Miyuki worked side by side: he used whatever was available to serve all three of them a simple, yet, tasty lunch. And she was busy with the dessert.

"Ah!" she yelped, his head jerked up in surprise; the woman's face was covered in flour.

"Are you okay?" he blinked.

"Bleh," she gagged, in return, he chuckled. "I can taste flour."

"Mimi..." a sleepy voice echoed they turned to spy Akane waddling on her feet, rubbing her eyes.

"Here," he wet a towel for her to wipe away the white dust before he focused on the child, once half awake, she scampered for her babysitter.

On cue, Miyuki carried her, settled on her hip the young one paid attention to every movement. She laid her head against the shoulder, yawning. But he also took note on Miyuki's pleased expression.