Parental Struggles ~Daddy!Dazai Osamu X Mommy!Reader~

👶🏻 Three: Rival - P.t 1 👶🏻

(Y/ N) released a sigh as she sat down on her and Dazai's shared bed, feeling completely drained from taking care of Shuuji who had suddenly became oddly needy these past few days and kept crying out for his mother. Her eyes were slowly drooping to a close when she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist.

"You seem exhausted, love." Dazai's voice murmured next to her ear as he rested his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"That's because I am," she sighed again. "Shuuji's been crying almost nonstop these last few days and I'm beat from both taking care of and worrying about him."

She craned her neck a little to look at her husband. "You don't think something's wrong with him, do you?

"I'm sure he's fine," Dazai reassured in a gentle tone and placed a feather-light kiss on her shoulder. "He just needs his mother that's all."

"Let's hope so..." (Y/ N) mumbled.

The suicidal detective cleared his throat and said, "It's great that you're taking so much care of our son when he needs you, but... don't forget that I need my wife too."

His wife looked at him. "Osamu, I-"

"I miss you, (Y/ N)-san." Dazai said before leaning in to kiss her lips.

She gave him a soft smile when they broke away. "I miss you too."

Without warning, she turned around and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, pulling him into another kiss. The sensation of each other's lips brought back the comforting feeling of nostalgia as though they were having a piece of candy from their long-forgotten childhood. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization and (Y/ N) gasped when Dazai's wandering hands slid up and down her body, occasionally stopping to grope and squeeze.

The kiss was getting more and more heated by the second and just when (Y/ N) was about to remove the detective's shirt, their son's familiar wails pierced through the calm in the house. Instantly removing herself from her husband, she quickly jumped out of the bed and raced out of the room down to Shuuji's.

Dazai blinked his eyes, trying to comprehend what had happened; everything just happened so fast and his mind was still slightly hazy from their kiss. When it finally registered in his mind, he let out a loud sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair in exasperation. It had been so long, so long since he was alone and intimate with (Y/ N).

Ten minutes had passed until his wife returned to their bedroom, and by then, the brunet detective's self-control had already worn string-thin. He was about to embrace her when Shuuji started crying again. Dazai groaned in chagrin as (Y/ N) whispered a quiet 'sorry' to him before heading back downstairs.

This time, it took (Y/ N) almost half an hour for her to come back. Dazai swore that he would pounce on her once she set foot into the room, but he didn't because she didn't go in. The suicidal brunet looked at his wife questioningly as she stood at the doorway.

"Sorry, but I think I might have to stay with Shuuji again tonight." she said.

Before Dazai could even utter a response, she had already left.

That was it, Dazai was at his limit. He plopped down on (Y/ N)'s side of the bed and snatched her pillow. He hugged the soft pillow tightly in his arms, unconsciously exerting more and more force in his embrace as his irritation grew.

"Dazai Shuuji, you are now no longer my son," he said through gritted teeth. "From now on, you're my rival!"