《G O O D B Y E 》GOJO S. x READER [BOOK 3]

《T H I R T Y》

As he tried to place her onto the bed and grab the bottle from the bedside table, he felt something slip from his pocket and hit the floor. Just a second later, a familiar voice was filling the room. He tensed up, his eyes going wide. 

“C’mere! Satoru, are you recording?”

“Yeah! I’m ready!”

He looked down at the ground. His phone had dropped, as it did, a video began to play. The darkness from the camera cut out, revealing the living room of his home. He slowly reached down, taking his phone into his hands. 

His breath hitched at the sight of his wife. Her hair was tied back, and she was wearing one of his shirts. She was crouched on the ground, opening her arms with a smile. 

“Okay, Sora-bug! Come to Momma!”

He looked down after hearing the cries from his daughter quiet. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap, holding the phone out in front of them. 

“Hang on, she’s not gonna do it now,” He heard his own voice say. 

“Aw! Don’t tell me I missed it!” She said, looking up at him through the camera. 

“Hold on, pretty girl! I’ll get her to do it again!”

In the video, he placed the phone on the coffee table before kneeling on the ground. He took Sora’s hands and placed her onto her feet.

“Kay, baby! Show Momma what we learned!” 

He watched as her face brightened. Sora took slow shaky steps towards her, making Y/n scoot forward a little bit to close the distance between them. Sora fell forward, but before she could have hit the ground, she was swept into her mother’s arms.

“Oh my gosh! Great job, baby girl!” She exclaimed, tossing her up in the air. Sora laughed, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. 

“First steps down!” Gojo laughed, taking the phone from the table to point it at them. Y/n grinned at him, placing the girl onto her hip.

“Sora, say ‘my dada’s a bitch!’” Y/n said, pointing at him. 

“Bitch!” Sora exclaimed. 

“No, no, no, no! Don’t actually say it!” Gojo yelled.

“Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!”

“NO!”

“Bitch!”

“Y/N, LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

Gojo looked down to see Sora relaxing in his arms. She nestled against him, her gaze trained onto her mother’s face on the screen. 

“Okay, okay! Enough, Sora-bug,” Y/n chuckled, bouncing the girl up and down. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Aw, she’s not tired!” Gojo said. 

“Really? She’s falling asleep,” Y/n chuckled. 

“Poor baby. Alright, put her to bed, Momma.”

Gojo trailed after her as she walked up the stairs, following her into the nursery. Y/n sat down in the rocking chair, giggling at how Sora leaned over to grab her blanket hurriedly. 

“Someone wants to be rocked to sleep,” Gojo chuckled. 

Y/n smiled down at her, laying the baby in her arms before draping the blanket over her. She rocked in the chair, and a few moments later, her soft voice was filling the air. 

Gojo looked down at Sora again, finding her to be drifting off to sleep, much as she was in the video. Still holding the phone, he took the blanket and draped it over her. He laid back on the bed, letting her rest in his chest as they both watched the video. 

When the song was over, and Y/n had looked down, she found the girl to be asleep. Gojo looked down, finding the same. She stood up, carefully placing her in the crib before sneaking from the room. 

“She’s a sweetheart,” Gojo chuckled quietly. 

“She’s just like you,” Y/n hummed in response. “Can’t fall asleep without me.”

“That’s cause we love ya,” He said, the camera moving away as he kissed her. He then moved it back, and with a small click, took a photo. Then, the video ended. 

Gojo looked down at his sleeping daughter. He placed a hand on her cheek, wiping the discarded tears from her cheek with his thumb. He looked back to his phone, swiping to the next thing in his camera roll. 

Y/n was blushing, wearing nothing but one of his shirts--he noticed she wore more of his clothes than she did her own--and was standing in the kitchen. Sora was in her arms, and her hair was messily pulled back. She was trying not to smile, her e/c eye trying to glare but failing miserably. Gojo had just told her she looked beautiful, despite the fact that Sora had just dumped half of her food onto her. 

He smiled softly, feeling his eyes growing heavy. He would always tease Y/n about not being able to fall asleep without him, but here he was. 

He was going to bring her back. If not for himself, but for everyone else. She may not see it, or she may ignore it, but she can’t keep running away from the people that love her. 

He would kill Neoma for all of this.

Now, it was personal.

《CHAPTER THIRTY: END》
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