Everchanging

The Limit

!!TW!! Violence/Fighting, Knife, Injuries, Victim Blaming, Fear of Abandonment, Flashback/Trigger from The Prologue, Talk of SA/Rape

The house was a little more bustling, tiny feet pattering against the floor accompanied by a whining infant. Urokodaki, honestly, didn't know what he was thinking but he couldn't be happier. Makomo's tiny face scrunched up, her small fists balled and swaying. She was probably hungry, which could be solved easily.

After meeting that young girl, Mahiro, Urokodaki couldn't get her off of his head. For weeks, he checked back in with the surrendered baby to see if anyone ever adopted her. But the longer time went on, the more restless he became. He could recall the raw emotion, the pure need , the teen had displayed to do what was right for her child. Urokodaki didn't want to prove her wrong, he wanted to prove that she had made the right decision.

So, after some prepping, Urokodaki welcomed the newest addition into his small family. The duo became a trio, and the man couldn't be more content with how his life was headed.

His father was a lot of help, teaching his son everything he knew on how to care for newborns. Truthfully, adopting Makomo had brought Urokodaki and his own father much closer. It only spurred him to be a better parent for these two children.

"Daddy!" Sabito whined, his small hands grabbing the counter as the man prepared formula for Makomo. The father hummed, rocking the baby in one arm and tilting the bottle in the other. "Daddy, look!"

"One second, daddy's busy." Urokodaki huffed, cradling his daughter and popping the bottle into her crying mouth. Like magic, the girl stopped weeping. "Can you wait until Makomo eats?"

Sabito blinked, his expression twisting a little before he sunk back down. He didn't agree or disagree, just huffing before retreating back into his room. A part of the father felt guilty, but he truly needed to feed his daughter.

However, feeding Makomo turned into burping her. That turned into changing her. Eventually, it had become bedtime and Urokodaki was bathing his daughter, yet to check back in with what Sabito had wanted to show him. It had completely slipped his mind, and the boy never came out of his room to remind him.

It wasn't until he had gotten the newborn into her crib that he went to open his son's door, seeing the boy had already put himself to bed. The lights were still on, Sabito too short to reach the light switch. His toys were tidy, his floor clean, and his small form was completely covered by his blanket and toy.

The man sighed, stepping into the child's room as quietly as he could. He was a little surprised that Sabito hadn't come to say goodnight, typically he would smother Urokodaki before surrendering to sleep. Honestly, the father was disappointed that his son had skipped that routine.

Sabito's skin was warm, his cheeks tacky and damp as Urokodaki ran a hand through his hair. His finger caught a tangle, his son still not able to brush his hair on his own. Urokodaki would have to bust out some detangler, dreading the battle it would be to get Sabito to sit still.

"Does..." Sabito's small tone startled the man, worried that he had woken up his son. But he waited patiently, knowing it bothered the child when someone interrupted him when he was trying to figure out his words. It hadn't been that long, but the boy had made leaps and bounds with his speech, learning so many new words. "Does daddy not want me anymore?"

The shiver in his son's words, the dampness of his face and the quiet of his room, all of it shattered the father as he kneeled down to be closer to Sabito.

"What? Baby, what makes you think that?" Urokodaki turned the boy around, scooping him into his embrace as he rocked him. "I will never not want you, Sabito. What's wrong?"