Domestic Dazai

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The kid moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her padded bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. She had been doing this for the past fifteen minutes while you, her mother, were running around the house like a headless chicken, trying to clean the house, cook, and reassure Yosano at the same time that she was going to be fine on her Tinder date just as long as she carried pepper spray with her.

Whoever said motherhood was easy—you hoped, with everything you had, that their pants caught on fire and burnt them to ashes, because attempting to figure out this whole parenting thing was as easy as trying to relearn the alphabet after your entire memory had been erased.

"I think you're just overthinking," you told Yosano over the phone whilst turning off the cooker. You then headed towards the sink piled with dishes, tucking the phone between your shoulder and ear as you pulled up the sleeves of your long-sleeved jumper and turned on the faucet. You glanced over your shoulder to see what your mischievous little daughter was doing. She was just sitting on the floor, surrounded by her dolls but paying no heed to any of them, instead her focus was on the tissue roll you must have knocked over in your frantic state whilst trying to do everything at once and she began looking through the hole as if it were a telescope. "You're not. You have game. You should be worried that he won't reach your standards."

"She." Yosano corrected.

"Sorry," you mumbled an apology under your breath. "I forgot. It's been a long day." You sighed as you bent down to drop some silverware into the dishwasher. "Whoever she is, she is lucky enough to even breathe the same air as you."

Yosano giggled airily. "Thank you," she blew a cheeky kiss into the phone. "By the way, are you okay? I hope I'm not distracting you. Is Dazai home yet?"

"Not yet." You told her. Just the mere thought of Dazai right now made you unwittingly angry. You were pissed at him from this morning, since it was his turn to deal with a crying Sora about to enter her terrible twos the night before, but instead he refused to get up and decided to continue sleeping, leaving you to deal with her all alone. Considering you had been watching her for the majority of the day, you were annoyed that you were forced to tend to her at a time where you should have been allowed to peacefully sleep. Sometimes, life just wasn't fair. "He should be home soon, but I'm not speaking to him."

"Still angry?"

"Very." You glanced over at Sora once more. She was playing one of her favourite games; trying to see how many of her grubby fingers she was able wedge into her mouth. Your lips pursed in a peevish crease as you walked up to her, bent down, took her hand and peeled it away. She giggled and brought her other hand to her mouth. You decided to let her be, just as long as she didn't choke on her fingers she was going to be fine, but judging by her father's suicidal tendencies, you had to keep a close eye on her. She was already just like him in the mischief department. "But I also think I'm just going crazy whilst constantly being at home. I miss work."

"I miss you being at work." Yosano let out a long-suffering sigh. "It's not the same without your sexy ass parading around the workplace. You should come back to work soon, I think it'll be good for you and your mental health. There's literally a daycare right next to the agency if you're worried about nobody being able to take care of my princess So."