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wrong dad | atsumu miya

plot: your son doesn't recognize atsumu as his dad

word count: 1k

pronouns used: she/her; female

warnings: aged up

Ever since the birth of your new baby boy, nights have been restless. Your son reaching his six months, all he wants is cuddles while he chews on his teething toy. Atsumu had tried to compensate from being gone by video calling you every day to see his boy.

Your son had struggled to sleep every night. He'd babbled and fight his sleep constantly. You and your husband knew you'd have to stay in his room another hour just to make sure he's fully asleep. Osamu knew this too as he'd come over to have dinner with his brother's family if he didn't go into work that night.

"Hi baby-" Atsumu entered the house.

"Shhh, he's settling down," You say, pointing at your drowsy son.

"Oh, sorry," He smiled. Atsumu walks over and plants a kiss on your forehead. "How was yer day? Was he being good?"

"It was fine, he just wanted attention. Osamu passed by and dropped off some food," You say. Your husband seats himself beside you. He rubs his thumb over the bottom of your son's foot. This causes your son to shift a little in his sleep. He lets out a loud sigh and began to snore softly. "Wow, you're just like your daddy, he snores in his sleep too."

"Hey," Atsumu nudges you.

"I'm gonna go lay him down," you giggled before pecking his cheek.

After putting your son to rest, you entered the living room to see Atsumu talking on the phone in the kitchen. He ends to the call as you walked over to him. "Samu is coming over," He says wrapping his hands around your waist. "I was wonderin' babe, can we have another kid?"

You looked at him like he said something crazy. "Our son's not even one," You laughed. "When he's older and when you're a big star."

"I'll take it," Atsumu chuckled. "I want a baby girl though. Yer son is a mama's boy, it ain't fair."

"Not my fault that you're always away," You kiss his cheek. "Even if we have a girl, I still think she'll like me more."

"Keep talking like that we might have another baby sooner than you want," Atsumu furrowed his brows at you.

Later on, Osamu comes over with some food and you enjoy dinner together. As the night continues, you heard your son crying on the baby monitor. You quickly went upstairs to your son. "Hey, shh shh, mama's here," You picked him up. Your son continued his screaming and was wiggling out of your hold. "Alright, I'll bring you to your papa."

You bring the wailing baby downstairs and grabbed his teething toy from the fridge. "Hey buddy," Atsumu cooed while you tried to hand him his toy. "Yer very fussy, huh? C'mere, come to papa."

Once you handed your son to your husband, you swore your eardrums were blown out. Your son only screamed louder and tried to push 'Sumu away from him. "Oh lovey," Your son reached out to you. "Why so fussy?"

"Baba! Baba!" He babbled. That was his way of saying Papa.

"I am yer Papa," Atsumu pouted.

"Wait," You paused. You turned to Osamu who was watching this all go down.

"Baba!" Your son began reaching out to Osamu. "Wan Baba."

You and Atsumu stood there confused like, that's not your dad. You hand your brother-in-law your son and he almost immediately calms down. "Huh?!" You and 'Sumu say.

"Buddy that's not your Papa," Atsumu frowned. He reached out but your son smacked his arm away.

"It's because I look like him isn't it," Osamu cooed. "It's alright, I'm the better brother anyways."

"Samu!" Your husband goes to pounce his brother but you pulled his ear. "Ow! Ow! Okay I'm not gonna."

"He's calming down, let him chill with his uncle," You say.

"Yer just gonna let him believe that he's his dad?" Atsumu argued. "I love ya bud, but it's me, I'm your daddy."

You giggled at the sight of your husband going soft for his baby boy. Your son didn't care for him and began reaching for Osamu's cheeks. "Baba," He giggled.

"Baby," Atsumu pouted as he watched your son played with his uncle. You thought it was a funny sight, your baby confusing his father for his twin brother. Seeing your sad husband you thought of a way to get your son to recognize his dad.

"Hey 'Samu, blow raspberries on his cheek," You say.  Osamu shrugged and does the action softly. Your baby stops his giggling and stared at his uncle. It looked like he literally broke your son. Your son began to push away from the strange man.

"Baba!" He began to cry. Atsumu quickly swooped him from his brother and began to blow loud raspberries on his cheek, kissing his nose almost immediately after. "Baba?"

"Ah hah!" Atsumu lifts him up. "Yea! I'm Papa!" Your son began to smile and giggle. Once he was down from being in the air, your son hugs Atsumu's neck.

"He's gonna choke you out," You chuckled.

"Good, deserves it for borrowing my car the other week without telling me," Osamu crossed his arms.

"Please don't ever forget me again buddy. You're gonna make daddy sad," Atsumu holds his son closer. You smiled at the sight, your husband and his mini-me. You walked over and pecked your son's cheek before kissing your husband.

"Great, now you can put him to sleep," You whispered. Atsumu paused remembering how hard it is for your son to fall back asleep. "Samu, you wanna come with me to great some more formula from the store?"

"Sure," Osamu grabs his keys. "Later bro."

"Wait-" Atsumu was cut off.

"I love you, good luck!" You winked before leaving the house. Your husband stood with his giggling son like a lost puppy.

"Aight buddy, let's go to bed," He sighed."I'm making you pay for these restless nights when you're older." He pointed at your son.

"Ah pffffffff," Your son blew raspberries at your husband. Atsumu shook his head and began to pepper his son with kisses on the way up to his room.