Trafalgar Law x Reader Regret

XIII

Humming to yourself, you cut the vegetables before putting it in the stew. The smell of cured meat and sweet potato wafted in the air by the disturbance of the cooking water as you added the carrot and onion. Shiro was humming to his own melody as he coloured at the table, his legs dangling and swinging. "Mom?"

"Hmm?" Placing down the knife, you turned to the young boy, giving him your complete attention. Shiro fiddled with the pencil in his hand, his brows furrowed and lips puckered, like he wanted to say something, yet wasn't sure how to say it. You wiped off your hands before stepping towards the table, squatting down to be at eye-level with your son. Almost immediately, you started to caress his head and tuck some loose strands from his face. 'He needs a haircut.' You thought as the strand took hold behind Shiro's ear with ease.

You waited until Shiro found his words. Your son searched for his words a moment longer until he seemingly steeled himself. "Would doctor Trafalgar come for a class presentation?"

"Hmm? Class presentation?"

"Yeah, like what does your dad or mom do at work or something." Shiro whispered, getting shy at his question. "I would like for him to come, just like everyone else's dad."

You chuckled softly, stroking through his hair until Shiro grumbled that you disrupted his hairdo. "Well, you should ask him, my love."

"So, you don't mind it?"

"Why should I mind it?" You asked, curious as to what he was referring to.

"Well, that I'm not asking you like last year." You noticed the blush on his face as he averted his gaze from you and you merely smiled softly at him.

"I don't mind it, my love. My job is not as interesting as his either way." You mention, caressing his cheek tenderly, quietly persuading to look at you again. The grey eyes of him reminded you so strongly of his father and you placed a quick peck on his nose. "Ask him during dinner. While he might be exhausted, I'm sure he would give it some thought for you." You promised your son gently. "And if he can't, I'll happily go if you don't mind."

Shiro tapped his chin in quiet contemplation before he let go of his colouring pencil and wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning into you. "Thank you, mommy." He whispered as your hand cupped the back of his head and your lips lingered on the side of his head.

"Of course, love." You responded quietly, quietly glad Shiro hadn't seemed to notice the jab at your own job description.

During dinner, Shiro shifted his vegetables around, his gaze flickering from his plate to Law who seemed distracted by something, his foot rubbing over your shin slowly as he ate in silence. "Ehm.. can I ask you something, mister?" Shiro asked Law softly, hoping to gain his attention. When Law didn't immediately react, you pulled your leg out of his reach and Law looked up at you just as you motioned at Shiro with your head.

"Oh, sure. What do you want to ask, Shiro?" Law asked, turning his head to look at his son as he placed down his cutlery beside the table, giving Shiro his undivided attention. Shiro shifted in his seat, looking your way for help. You simply smiled softly at him, encouraging him to talk to his father.

"It's okay, love. Law doesn't bite." You said in slight jest and Law's gaze flickered to you, slight concern flashing in his eyes until he noticed your calm demeanour. You brushed your fingers through Shiro's hair, just like you did when he had asked you the same question during cooking. Your gaze shifted to Law, your smile softening as it seemed like he truly had no idea how to handle his own child just yet. You brushed your foot up over the side of his calf.

"Uhm... Could you come to my school as my dad?" You blinked sheepishly before you turned your head to Shiro in quiet wonder. This was definitely not how he had asked it an hour ago and you chuckled, your hand leaving his hair to hide your amusement, your hand now covering your lips. Law seemed equally stunned by the request, his gaze flickering from you to Shiro and back repeatedly. His brows furrowed slightly as he placed down his elbow next to his plate on leaned on it, amusement now shimmering in his eyes.