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15. Twisted by fate

Utahime flicks on the faucet and allows the water to flow. She adjusts the temperature to lukewarm by turning its dial anti-clockwise. "This is good enough", she mutters to herself and turns the faucet back off. Utahime places a bath chair inside the sink and spreads a towel at the bottom of the chair as well

She goes to stand at the bathroom door, watching Gojo and Satoshi out at the balcony basking under morning sun

"It's time for a bath", she clasps her hands

Gojo makes his way inside, closing the sliding door behind him. He grabs a small towel then skips towards Utahime in the bathroom. She takes Satoshi from Gojo and puts him in the bath chair inside the sink. She unwraps the tight swaddle around Satoshi and he immediately stretches his limbs out as soon as he breaks free from the cocoon

"Let's take a bath~ I will give you a warm bath~", she sings cheerfully while undoing her son's buttons and takes his clothes and diaper off

Utahime turns on the faucet. Scooping a small amount of lukewarm water into the palm of her hand, she drips them to Satoshi's feet to let him get used to it

"How is that? Is it too hot?"

Satoshi blinks his blue eyes at his mom once. Utahime runs her hand through the water one more time. When she feels the temperature is just right, Utahime uses a soft washcloth and gently rubs her baby, starting from his tiny feet. Utahime lifts his legs up and rubs his buttock. She cleanses the towel surface under running water before proceeds to wipe his abdomen, hands, neck, and head. Utahime uses her bare hands to gently wash Satoshi's face. Her thumb sweeps over his brows, eyes and chubby cheeks

"Isn't it nice?"

Satoshi wanders his eyes around, not sure how to respond yet

"Towel, please", Utahime extends her hand out to Gojo

Gojo passes the towel to Utahime as he leans against the doorframe and watches Utahime pats Satoshi dry

"How did you know how to do all these?"

"I don't...", Utahime briefly looks at Gojo. "But I figured it out", chuckles. She finishes wrapping their son and hands Satoshi over to Gojo, catching him by surprise. "Now, it's your turn"

Gojo cocks a brow

"While you figure out what to do with him, I need to take a shower too", she pulls the door close and leaves everything else in her husband's care

"Okay..", Gojo huffs. He looks at Satoshi in his arms. "Let's see what I can do"

Gojo carries Satoshi to bed and lies him down on the rubber mat. "Let me get your clothes first", he opens the luggage to take a diaper and a onesie. He doesn't forget tummy oil and lotion, tossing them on the bed. "Let's get you dressed before mama finishes showering"

As blunt as he sounds, Gojo still handles Satoshi with so much care and delicacy - though it's expressed in his own way of being delicate. Gojo lifts Satoshi's bottom slightly and pushes the diaper under him. He pulls the front of the diaper up and snugs it around his waist then fastens the tabs on both sides

Gojo squeezes a few drops of tummy oil into his palm and rubs it over Satoshi's chubby stomach, followed by fragrance-free lotion he gently applies to Satoshi's delicate skin with a slow massage

"Does it feel nice? You like it when papa massage you like this?", Gojo slowly moves his thumb in circular motion against Satoshi's shoulders. He seems to like it

Gojo takes the cute, polkadot onesie. He slips Satoshi's hand into the right sleeve. He shoves one of his big hands behind Satoshi, gently lifts him up and slides the fabric across his back then slots his other hand into the left sleeve this time. His legs and tiny feet are also tugs in place before Gojo puts all the buttons together