Triple Trouble {KuroKen}

Chapter 3

Tetsurou's POV:

"Cancel and reschedule all my meetings for some time next week, apologize on my behalf. I'm not feeling well. Thanks." I hung up the call with my assistant, massaging the bridge of my nose, a headache pounding at my skull. I hadn't gotten any sleep since the security team first woke me up, and I was feeling the effects of it now.

This was a mess.

I could have gone into work, but I truly didn't think I'd be able to focus. Not until that DNA test came in. As I stared at the three babies in the basket, however, I had a feeling I already knew what the result would be. They had my eyes. I ran a hand through my hair.

I didn't know shit about babies, I realized, as one of them started crying. Soon enough all three of them were crying. Some of the security guys were trying to cheer them up by pulling funny faces or rocking the basket, but they were unsuccessful. I peered over at the babies, and I frowned.

I stood up and knelt next to the basket, staring at their three little faces. When I looked passed all the drool and crying, they were kinda cute, I guess. The boy – Daiki – stopped crying first as he stared at my face. The other two followed suit, tilting their heads, so focused it was like they were staring straight into my soul. My god. They started giggling, reaching out for me; I smiled a little.

Okay, this wasn't so bad—

One of the girls coughed. And then I had baby throw-up all over my face. I just remained there, crouched as I wiped it out of my eyes as all three of them started giggling and blubbering. "Sir!" One of the security crew cried.

Holding out my hand, I turned my glare on them. "What are you standing around for? Get me a towel!" This was definitely worse than I thought.

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The security crew had carried the babies off into one of the rooms upstairs as I remained in the living room, hands locked behind my neck as I bent over on the sofa. I was already going crazy, and it had already been a few hours.

"Sir, we've found a nanny." My head snapped up so much a dull ache spread along my back. The security guy looked down at his clipboard. "One Kozume Kenma. Unemployed kindergarten teacher. Of all the candidates, he was the only one with no criminal record and who was also willing to start immediately."

My eyebrows furrowed as I leaned forward. "Why's he unemployed? That's unusual." I frowned, finding it just a little suspicious.

"We looked into it already, his record says he quit for personal reasons, though they aren't listed." He looked back up at me. Some of the tension bled out of my shoulders. That was one thing down. "He'll be here in approximately three hours." I nodded and leaned back in the sofa, running a hand down my face.

"Thanks, um," I looked up at him. "Sorry, what was your name again?" I didn't have the energy to feel embarrassed about it.

He smiled slightly, tucking his clipboard into his side. "Iwaizumi Hajime, sir."

I nodded again. "Then thanks, Iwaizumi."

He bowed his head. "It's not a problem, sir." And then he turned around and left the living room, leaving me alone in the living room again. I exhaled heavily, my eyes closing. This had been a draining day, and it was only eleven AM.

Without realizing it, I fell asleep.

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"Sir, he's here." My eyes blinked open and I rubbed them, nodding wordlessly. Not enough sleep this time, either. I stood and followed yet another security guard out of the living room, following him into the entrance room.

He was standing at the door, awkwardly looking around, clutching his suitcase. He looked out of place in a place like this in his oversized, red sweater and jeans. I wasn't dressed much better – I was still in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't have enough energy to care at the moment.

As I got closer, I noticed he was actually kind of cute. He looked up at me – damn, he was short –, and he quickly averted his eyes. He wouldn't look at anyone in the eyes, apparently, because his eyes flickered on the walls and the ground.

"Kozume Kenma?" He nodded, meeting my eyes again. I offered a hand and he hesitantly shook it. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. We're having a bit of an... emergency situation." I motioned for him to follow me, and one of my security guards trailed behind us a little way away.

They knew I preferred not having them stuck to my side most of the time when I was inside my own home.

Shrill cries echoed through the halls, and I nearly groaned; they were crying again. As we entered the room I'd designated would be the nursery until further notice, the new guy – whose name I finally figured out was Asahi – looked up at me, visibly distressed.

"Sir, no matter what I do they keep crying!" For such a big guy, he was surprisingly nervous. Apparently he was good at what he did, but it really was hard to imagine.

Kozume walked up to the basket and peered into it. "They're beautiful," he said softly without looking at me and then picked up the crier – Daiki. Of course.

"Er, thanks," I mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of my head, but I didn't think he was listening to me anymore.

He held the baby close to his chest, supporting his neck as he walked around the room slowly, bouncing slightly. "Shh, baby," he mumbled softly and after a couple of minutes of this, the baby finally stopped crying. I looked over at them and noticed the baby was asleep against his shoulder. I gaped. None of us had been able to make him sleep yet.

He continued to bounce softly in place as he turned to look at me. "What are their names?"

I pointed at the baby in his arms. "That's Daiki. Asami, and Chiaki."

Asahi looked at me nervously. "Actually, sir... I think the one on the left is Chiaki and the one on the right is Asami." I stared blankly at him before I sighed, nodding, again pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Right." When I noticed Kozume's slightly judgemental look, I felt the absolute need to explain myself. "I only found out about them a couple of hours ago." His eyes widened as he turned to look at the babies, a small frown playing at his lips, nodding slightly.

Gently, he put Daiki down against some of the pillows, pulling the blanket over his sleeping form. He did the same for the other babies who'd begun to complain from the basket, but they quietened down almost immediately. When he noticed my eyes on him he quickly averted his gaze. "It must be uncomfortable for them in the basket," he mumbled, and I immediately felt like an idiot.

Of course, they were uncomfortable; how come I hadn't thought about that? I really needed help.

One of the security guards burst into the room and Kozume winced, glancing nervously at the sleeping babies. "Sir," he panted, catching his breath; he must've run from wherever he'd been. "We have the DNA test results."

I quickly grabbed the envelope, ripping it open. Being on the priority list definitely had its perks. I read over the contents quickly and I sighed, rubbing my forehead. It was a match; I really was their father. "I had a feeling this would be the case," I said, looking over at the three babies. "Well, at least I know it's not a ploy." I approached the sleeping babies, staring down at them.

I turned back to the security guard. "Do we know who the mother is?" He shook his head hesitantly. "We can look through hospital records. We'll also need to find their birth certificates; she didn't include them."

I nodded, looking down at the kids. "I don't think their names are Kuroo yet. If they're going to be staying with me from now on, change that." With a nod, he rushed out of the room.

I noticed Kozume's eyes on me. I grinned tiredly. "Do you mind if I go get some shut-eye? I'll explain the contract later."

With a quick look at the babies, he nodded, not meeting my eyes again. "That is my job," he said softly and I chuckled. Right. With a half-hearted wave, I left the room, looking forward to nothing more than getting changed, sleeping in my bed, and cuddling Precious.

God, it had been a long day.

A/N: This fic is so fun to write pffft