it was an early saturday morning for y/n, she woke up at the right time to catch the sunrise, from her kitchen windows as she made her coffee. beautiful it was, but also painful considering her eyes started hurt causing her to sneeze*. but, you know what also hurt? everywhere below her waist, plus her neck since it was covered in hickeys resulting in her wearing a turtleneck under her oversized shirt.
last night was... how would you put it ... a blurry picture of love, i guess. she wasn't drunk or anything, well, drunk in love as beyoncé would put it. she really loved last night, it made her feel good more than she already was. especially the part when akane didn't wake up to her moaning, y/n didn't even know she could be that loud. damn.
but hey, instead of being surprised that her baby didn't wake up and caused the most awkward night of her life (while half naked), she should be more appreciated by the fact that she didn't have to wake up to be morning sick and pregnant with another baby. #speakingfromtheheart.
"i see that you're up early." a tired voice from behind yawned. it was satoru, wearing his casual clothes. he wrapped his arms around y/n's waist and placed his head on top of hers.
"with those eyes, you could see anything." she snorted as she finished making her morning coffee, making the man chuckled, she asked, "coffee?"
"sure!"
"make your own." the woman sassily declaring sneaking out of satoru's arms with her freshly made coffee in hand.
the sorcerer groaned like a baby before asking a question, "don't you think you owe me for last night?"
y/n rested her hands on the counter behind satoru who finished making his beverage, "you're the one who asked." she smugly referenced last night.
the man could only smirk and rest his arms on the same counter and lean in closer to her; trying to appear more superior to her, but it wasn't working.
he remarked, "you're the one who accepted."
you can tell he would thrive off of that for the longest time, but hey, she wasn't the one who has been waiting for the longest time to hook up.
"touché."
˗ˏˋmeanwhile with the babyˎˊ˗
if you happened to be present in akane's presence early this morning, you would have had the privilege of listening to the young baby having a conversation with y/n. after the baby's quick bath, the mother was getting akane all dressed up in a dungarees skirt over a breathable dark green shirt.
"boo~!" the happy baby squealed, shuffling around on her back while y/n was trying to keep her put.
the confused mother giggled, "boo? you trying to scare me, or something."
this was the only word that y/n could make out, the rest felt like a language akane made and only akane could understand.
"ahweemee?" the baby asked with a concerned tone, like a parent talking to their child.
y/n nodded as if she knew, "maybe?"
akane continued as if she was stating a point like a professional scientist, "te-dish-poof!" a bunch of babbling and laughing later, "loo-desh."
"damn that's crazy.." y/n shook her head in disbelief after tying akane's laces. to be honest, y/n would probably know exactly what her child was talking about if she'd play sims games more. well, there was one word y/n knew all too well.
the baby gasped and pointed to the door, "jojo!"
"she never says my name right." satoru sighed annoyingly before picking up akane into his arms.
the principal of jujustu tech wanted to talk to satoru about kicking him out of the school. y/n and akane decided to join him since getting some fresh air seemed like a perfect idea, plus she misses the golden trio a lot and so does akane.
y/n said, "imma get ready, make sure you have akane in her car seat and last but not least, don't be an idiot."
"after weeks of taking care of akane, y/n." satoru defended himself, he put his hand on his chest and boasted, "i am a changed man, now. my reckless and childish behaviour are in the past now."
"and the sky's green."
˗ˏˋa few minutes laterˎˊ˗
y/n got dressed into her usual outfit with turtleneck because of the annoying dark hickeys she couldn't get rid of with makeup. she quickly grabbed a pencil and her sketchbook because she was brainstorming ideas for her outfit that came randomly.
the mother sat in the passenger seat with her sketchbook and pencil case in hand. satoru asked if she was ready before starting the car and driving back to the school.
y/n had a major brainstorming session going on in her head, you could tell she completely zoned out of the real world in front of her and focus on the one thing in front of her. It's strange how your brain works when you least expected to.
The car came to a stop at the green light, conveniently, akane decided to entertain herself with an octopus toy and quiet random baby noises, a perfect time for satoru to ask y/n a question he's been meaning to say.
"y/n?" satoru grabbed her attention.
"satoru?" y/n, still drawing, mimicked his tone.
he asked curiously as he leaned back on his seat waiting for the traffic to pass, "what are we?"
y/n stopped drawing; her gaze still focused on her sketch. unless the lack of sleep has fucked her memory, she doesn't know what satoru was to her, relationship-wise that is, he's not a fucking alien as far she knows.
satoru, before last night, clearly was more than a friend considering that they both call each other by their first names. she mainly just saw him as someone who was (to a very certain extent) fun to be around, comfortable to be with and he was very caring of both herself and akane.
unlike a certain dickhead.
she looked over at him and smiled, "i think we both know."
"my wife!?" an optimistic sorcerer geek'd out, causing the baby in the back to gurgling and giggling.
"no."
"fiancé!?" the optimistic tone in satoru went a little higher.
she leaned in closer, teasing him a little, "one more try."
"wait are you actually considering dating me?" satoru let out his inner simp and was completely dumbfounded by y/n response to that; simply nodding her head with a sweet smile. pfft, i mean who wouldn't dare thee absolutely hot and sexy satoru gojo?
he would have returned to his bad-boy-whatever-the-fuck-you-call-it attitude if y/n didn't place a quick kiss on his cheek.
"now hurry and drive!" she ordered, "i wanna see the rest of my kids!"
* oh shit i forget to write about this. so basically when you look at light, there's a certain amount your eyes can take, when that's amount has reached your brain makes you sneeze so you can look away from the light.