𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 * ˚ ✦ 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑲𝒀𝑼𝑼

⁀➷ 𝘽𝙊𝙆𝙐𝙏𝙊 𝙋𝙏. 𝙏𝙒𝙊

❝ BOKUTO KOUTARO ❞

child ' s name : You pick your own ( peace ! )

˚ ༘ ◡̈ credits to the owner

          "Y/N, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, OKAY?!"

You panted, clenching your eyes closed. "I am calm, Kou. Don't worry—"

"Y/N, YOU NEED TO EXHALE. C'MON, BREATHE WITH ME!!"

"I am fine, Kou. You're the one—"

"I SAID DON'T PANIC, OKAY?! I'M HERE BY YOUR SIDE, Y/N! I WILL NEVER—"'

"Bokuto Koutaro, shut the fuck up because I am completely calm! You're the one who's panicking here! If you don't stop, I will get nervous too, so you should calm down!!"

Your husband, Bokuto Koutaro, finally shut his mouth up. He looked at you dumbfoundedly, and even though he still wants to say something again, he watched you as you let out heavy breaths. What was he thinking? He is obviously the one nervous here. His hands on the stirring wheel are shaking. He can't stop cursing under his breath. He can't think straight. Where is the right way towards the hospital again?

He doesn't know what to do.

"Y/N—"

You put one of your shaking hands on his shoulder. "W-We're gonna be fine, Kou, okay? Drive calmly. The baby will—ah!"

Biting your lip, you let out a loud cry which only made your husband feel worse. He watched the road and then turns to you as you brush your hand above your belly, hoping to ease the pain. Yes, the baby's coming. Your baby is about to come, and since you're both new to parenting, you tried to remember everything you studied on the "First-time Mothers Guide Book!!" Koutaro bought at the store downtown.

He quickens the pace of the vehicle and after a few more minutes, you're already at the delivery room, trying to push the little Koutaro out.

"You can do this, Y/N! You can definitely do this!!"

Bokuto clenched his eyes closed, holding your hands when you shout on top of your lungs. Honestly speaking, the walls enclosing the room vibrated. Damn, your voice is much louder than the city's sirens!

"BOKUTO—" You mindlessly gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin.

"Goodness gracious!" He exclaimed. "Your nails are killing me—"

You threw him a death glare while he flashed out a sheepish smile. You continued to push, listening to the doctor's advice. Heart beat's at an abnormal rate, you can't think straight. Pushing the baby out is so painful. Tears flowed out your eyes and you continued to try delivering your little one safely. The labor continued for two hours until your wails and shouts slowly faded down, only followed by such high-pitched but tiny cries. It was so soft and doesn't hurt the ears.

Soon, the doctor handed you your little bundle of joy, wrapped with a white blanket.

It was a boy.

The moment you placed him above your chest, your jaw dropped open. Tears continued to flow out of your eyes as you traced his fluffy cheeks with your finger.

"H-He's so..." You trailed off. "...beautiful."

Bokuto planted a kiss on your forehead, crying while whispering in your ears. "You did a great job, honey. A great, great job..."

Your heart is bursting with happiness, especially when the tiny hand of your baby held your index finger. Words aren't enough to express how grateful, your thankful you are right now. This is your baby. Yours and Bokuto's. After nine months of waiting, he finally arrived and now, you're carrying him in your arms.

"I-I forgot the name I wanted for him!" Your husband cried. "I was...I was too preoccupied and now, I can't remember the name we formulated for him!"

You chuckled, brushing your free hand against his cheek. "Why don't you try holding him and rethink again?"

It was only a whisper, but Koutaro heard it completely clear.

He was shaking, his breathing wasn't normal, and his mind was blank. But carefully, he holds his son. Tears are still streaming down his face, and he continued crying the moment the baby snuggled against his chest. He's so tiny, yet he wondered, "We made something wonderful like him?"

He can't help but think. How?

Right now, Bokuto is the luckiest man alive.

He got the most wonderful, perfect wife he could ever ask for, and now, the soon-to-be prodigy in Volleyball—his son. He can't wait to show him his spikes, his receives, how he serves, his complete sets of jerseys, and of course—his killer cross spike.

You placed on his biceps. "Have you thought of a name?"

Koutaro temporarily averted his gaze from his son to look at his wife. At his beautiful wife. At you. Then, he smiled. The most genuine one—the smile that made you fall in love with him years back.

"Y-Yes..."

You hummed as he crouched down so you can stare at your newly born baby too. Kuchi-kuchi kuu!

So damn adorable!

"Let's name him..." He trailed off.

"...LET'S NAME HIM [ S/N ]."