Little Itsuki ( A Bakumomo fanfic)

Chapter 3

Momo woke up, feeling as though she'd been hit by a truck. Her body was sore and her mind fuzzy. She felt something gripping the front of her nightgown tightly and looked down to see Itsuki, fist balled in the fabric. He was curled against her front, also lazily blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, Mama," he mumbled slightly, giving her a warm smile. She had no idea when the last time the little boy had gotten a bath, warm food, and a warm bed. Momo felt a twinge of sadness at the thought but also felt relief that he wouldn't be returned to that lifestyle ever again.

"Good morning, Itsuki," she greeted warmly, petting the boy's hair. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded excitedly, his smile bright and infectious. "Your bed is so big! I don't think I've ever slept on a mattress not on the floor! And it's so clean!"

She grit her teeth slightly, but maintained her cheery disposition. "That's wonderful! I'm glad you liked it. You'll never have to sleep on a dirty mattress on the floor again, I promise."

"You really mean it?"

She patted his arm, dotingly, "I really do. Now, how does breakfast sound to you, little man?"

He seemed bewildered for a moment, before asking, "We get dinner and breakfast here? Mama... did I die when those bad guys took me? Is this heaven?"

"... No, Itsuki. Where you were was not a good or normal place. It's typical for people to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. You're a growing boy, so we need to make sure you're eating, okay?"

He smiled like the sun as he nodded his head up and down at a rate that almost made Momo worry he might break his neck. "Okay mama! Let's hurry! Papa might be down the stairs already!"

"P-papa?" Oh, Katsuki was not going to like this.

"Yeah! The man from yesterday! You're mama, he's papa! You're both heroes!"

He ran over to the door and looked to her excitedly. Confused as to why she wasn't bounding after him, he shot her a curious look. She beckoned him to follow her.

"We'll go shopping properly later... But the people from the office we went to last night let us borrow these clothes for you. We'll go down for breakfast once you've gotten changed for the day."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... we change out of our pjs before we go down and meet everyone else. I also need you to comb your hair. Do you need help with it?"

Befuddled, Itsuki played with one of his shaggy locks. "Brush it?"

"We washed it last night, but you have to brush it every day..."

"Every day?"

Momo felt angry again. The villains apparently hadn't taught the boy an inch of grooming skills. She took out a soft brush and sat the boy in front of her on the bed.

"Yes, every day. We brush our teeth every day. We bathe every day. We change our clothes every day. We eat three meals and some snacks every single day."

"That's... a lot of stuff to do every day, mama. Do we have to? I didn't do that stuff before..."

"I know... But things are going to be a little different from now on. Well..." she sighed. "Very different. It's good for you to be clean and to take care of yourself."

He seemed to contemplate this. "Does this mean it won't be itchy all the time anymore?"

"... You will definitely be less itchy if you wash yourself and change your clothes regularly, yes."