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Useless Husband (IwaOi)

Title: Useless Husband

Pairing(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru

Genre(s): Mpreg, Marriage, Parenthood

A/N: I personally ship OiIwa but I think Oikawa is suited to be a mom than Iwaizumi.

CTTO: Photo is not mine

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"Iwa-chan!~"

"Ne Iwa-chan"

"Iwa-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaan"

Oikawa calls beside me. I pretend that I'm asleep 'cause I don't want to listen to his nonsense again.

"Hajime"

"Oikawa what is it?" I ask. So damn tired of him; calling me. I just want to sleep. I'm so tired from my work.

"They are crying." He says; sitting up from the bed. I turn around to look at him.

"Oikawa go back to sleep; its 3 AM give us a rest." I say; pulling his wrist.

"Iwa-chan they are crying!" He insists; pulling his wrist back.

I let go of his wrist and get up. "Tooru, listen to me they are not." I say as gentle as possible. I don't want to start a fight with my husband. God knows how hard to quarrel with him.

Oikawa looks at me. He bites his lower lip; trying to stop the sounds that naturally escapes when he cries.

I sigh deeply and lean closed to him. "I'll check them okay? Stop crying."

I mumble while wiping the tears the flows beautifully from his eyes and then kiss his forehead.

"Okay." He says; pecking my lips.

While I am walking to the other room I close my eyes and inhales deeply.

Yeah this is our everyday evenings. It's stressful. It's tiring. And I'm so fvcking fed up of these but I love my husband; I love Oikawa and I swore to God and to him that I will never ever leave him whatever adversities may happen.

~~~ Morning ~~~

I woke up to my alarm.

"Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan!"

Yes, Oikawa is my alarm.

"Agh. What now?" I ask; closing my eyes again. I want to sleep more. I was able to sleep so late because of him.

Oikawa gets above me and kisses my eyelid.

"I prepared breakfast. I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep last night." He says with a pout. I wrap my arms to his waist and pull him to me.

"Really? Since you're so sorry; I'm guessing that your food is edible huh?" I tease; rubbing my nose against his nose.

"Iwa-chan you're such meanie. Every time I make something for you and the kids; I always put all my heart to it." He says; punching my shoulder playfully.

I smile and look away from him. "Iwa-chan... I know you don't like our kids but I don't understand why?"

I sit up with Oikawa straddling above me. I hug his waist and bury my head on his tummy.

"I l-l-love you Oikawa and I love our sons. I- I just"

Oikawa is looking directly at my eyes; he's like looking deep inside me but fortunately my phone ring.

As I am talking to the phone; Oikawa is just staring at me and I can't take my eyes off him either.

"Oikawa, I forgot I got a meeting with my boss today." I say as he gets off of me.

"What about my breakfast?"

"I'll just have a coffee." I say; getting off the bed.

"Iwa-chan you will leave us?"

I stop on my tracks and look at him. "Oikawa I need to work don't act so paranoid."

"No! You will leave us alone Iwa-chan. You will let our children alone again."

"Oikawa stop saying that. Don't piss me this early." I grit my teeth; trying to keep my temper.

"You don't love our sons Hajime. You don't even love me."

"What do you want Oikawa!? I already gave you my life. I gave you all I have but I can't get back the lives of our sons. I'm not GOD. I can't make miracles Tooru. I'm just your useless husband." I burst. I shout at Oikawa thoughtlessly and I know that I can't take these words back.

"I regret being your husband; I regret that you chose me. If only I had protected them more then maybe they are still here but NO Oikawa, I failed and they were gone because I failed as their father as your husband and now you're like this because of me. I took your dream of being a professional volleyball player by marrying you and impregnating you; I destroyed your life BUT don't ever say that I don't love you because I love you; no words or figure of speech can tell how much I love you Oikawa."

Oikawa just looks at me; crying and gripping his fist so hard that blood starts to come out from his palm.

P.S: This is not a happy story