Book of Haikyuu!!

•|Daddy! Captains|•

On a side note, look at how yummy they are. Ugh.

Credits to @5takuhu1 on Twitter!

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Sawamura Daichi

The sound of an infant's cries caused for you to groan and roll over, patting a familiar broad chest.

"Daichi," You groggily cooed.

Said male wrapped your hand in his own, placing a kiss on it before he got out of bed. He didn't even need any other prompting. "Sleep a little longer." Sawamura suggested.

"Thank you, love." You stuffed your face into a nearby pillow.

The police man made his way to his child's room, opening the door hurriedly since the wailing grew louder.

"Hey, little man." He smiled warmly, picking the child up. "What's got you up so early?" Sawamura did his routine check. Diaper? Bottle? Or maybe the baby just wanted to be held?

You listened to him calm the infant, and you couldn't help but be grateful for the fact that he always dealt with the baby in the mornings. A literal saint.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You looked down at the sleeping infant in your arms. Your baby was awfully quiet—just like his father. He didn't cry or talk very much, and you figured that the temperament was hereditary, but you couldn't help but grow worried.

"Don't you think he's a little too quiet, Wakatoshi?" You asked, concerned about the child's development.

"I think he's fine." Ushijima cut the conversation short, as usual. He was always straight to the point. "Why?"

"I was just wondering. He doesn't talk very much." You pecked the little one on the cheek, and he stirred slightly.

Ushijima's eyebrows furrowed, and you braced for what he was going to say. When he made that face, it usually meant you said something that didn't make sense to him. "Babies aren't supposed to talk."

You chuckled at this and pecked your lover's lips. "I suppose you're right. I'm worrying over nothing."

Bokuto Koutarou

"I like him." Bokuto stated for the umpteenth time as he held the infant in his arms.

"Well, he is your son, so you better like him." You chuckled.

Bokuto was such an adoring father, there was no doubt about that. "Well, just look at him! He's stacked! Think of all the muscle he could build with those rolls!"

"Koutarou, I don't think all that fat is going to go towards muscles quite yet. He has to grow taller first." You pointed out, gently rubbing your pointer finger in the center of the baby's palm.

The older male began to pout at your statement. "But why?"

You contemplated about what a good answer would be, before asking, "Well, even if he was able to build up muscle right now, do you want him to stay this little forever? Don't you agree that he needs to grow first? You'll never have a forever-volleyball-partner if you don't let him grow."

His golden orbs widened. "F-Forever...Volleyball...Partner?! That's a thing!?"

After this conversation, Bokuto googled 'stretches for babies to make them taller'.

Kuroo Tetsurou

You lay on your stomach on the ground with your torso propped up, and the baby was between your arms. You poked at the infant's cheeks and smothered him in kisses. This was your attempt at waking him up.

"Why don't you just let him sleep?" Kuroo chuckled, feeling sorry for the little guy.

"But he's not going to be able to see the world if he just sleeps all the time." You sighed, trying once more to wake him up with a barrage of kisses.

The raven haired male looked on enviously. "You know, if you want me to wake up in the morning, then I think you should start by giving me kisses like that."

You playfully pinched the bridge of Kuroo's nose. "We both know that you still wouldn't get out of bed after that."

"Oh! He's waking up!" Kuroo shouted excitedly.

"What? Really?!" Your eyes immediately ran back to the baby, and you were disappointed with the fact that he was still sleeping. "Ugh, don't play with my feelings like that, Tetsurou."

"Man, he sleeps for a loooong time." Kuroo slyly smirked. "Guess he really is my kid."

Oikawa Tooru

"This is my mama!" Oikawa grabbed your right arm, tugging you towards him.

Your son, who you were feeding, was staring at him curiously. From what you knew, Oikawa was arguing with the infant.

"Geh! He's giving me those eyes again, (Name)!" The brunette winced as he tightened his grip on your arm.

"What-?" You stared down at the child and chuckled. He was growing tired, so his eyes were half-lidded. "Tooru, he's not picking a fight with you. He's trying to sleep."

"B-But!" The male whined.

You sighed and handed over the baby. There was no helping him. He had to just see for himself.

As the infant suckled on the bottle, you witnessed his eyes grow heavier and heavier. Oikawa flinched at first, but loosened up after feeling his child's body relax. "H-He really is just sleeping."

"I told you, dummy." You chuckled. "Save your fighting until he's a toddler. Once he can start talking, I have a feeling your arguments are going to be soooo amusing."

Bonus: Terushima Yuuji

"What's this?" Terushima picked up the breast pump and swung it around.

"D-Don't do that! You'll break it!" You scolded.

The blonde apologetically placed it in its original spot and took a seat beside you. "So you gonna put him down yet? I want some attention too, you know." Since you had the child in your arms, Terushima took the initiative to rest his head in your lap. You felt the baby's arm slip out of your embrace, and grip at his father's blonde locks. "W-What?! Oww!"

You chuckled at this. "Looks like he's not going down without a fight."

Terushima successfully freed himself from the child's grasp and quickly sat up. "Don't get cocky, kid." He stated, leaning his head on your shoulder. "I was in her life first."

"Yeah, but he came out of me." You chuckled.

"Okay, well, I came in you-"

"Yuuji, shut up!" You shouted, covering his mouth with your free hand.