Chuuya Nakahara

It'd been a few years since you’d married Chuuya.

Being renowned as the Port Mafia’s best martial artist, as well as one of the most powerful ability users, you really figured he'd be more of an intimidating boyfriend. Around you, he was practically a paradox of himself. Though something he struggled with, he felt he could be vulnerable around you, felt he could be himself around you. Never had he had such an immense semblance of trust for someone, and yet here he is.

It was safe to say that you're his favorite person by far. He loved you to death, and he'd quite frankly sell his own soul to the devil if it meant your eternal happiness.

Chuuya wanted only the best for your relationship, and he'd do anything to ensure your satisfaction. He took you out on dates, was there for you when you needed him, loved you unconditionally, dropped everything just to get you what you needed. He went above and beyond.

He vowed to remain committed to you forever. However, some commitments he never thought he'd find himself making, even for you.

As of recently, one of the higher ranking mafiosi had gone on maternity leave after finding out she was pregnant. After her extended absence, she eventually came back, allowing some of her fellow mafia members—ones she trusted, to see her baby once it was born. You and Chuuya were among those people. No, Chuuya wasn't always the most patient man, but he truly did have a soft spot for kids.

Conveniently, the woman had important matters to tend to. She needed someone to babysit her newly born baby in the moments she was absent. Fellow executives of Chuuya's all either didn't want to do it, or were also too busy. Chuuya himself was a busy man, but he wanted to make time for the small child. It was only for a while, after all. You were also invited to help alongside your husband. And so, you did.

You were nearly bewildered when you noticed just how well Chuuya could care for a child, especially a baby. Had you not known any better, you could've sworn he's done this a million times prior. He was so unbelievably gentle and loving with the baby, and it just melted your heart. When you'd assist him, it always felt like a special bonding moment of its own. Playfully arguing over who has to change the diaper, duetting as you sang the baby lullabies, dealing with messy food times. It was hard work, but it was rewarding.

When you two no longer had to assist with the baby, you were actually quite disappointed, though somewhat relieved. The following weeks, Chuuya had been reconsidering certain things.

Never did he want kids of his own. He worried about the commitment, about the child being exposed to the mafia world, about how he'd perform as a father. With his profession, money was nothing, but there were so many other factors. Though most of them were fixable, with you at his side. Maybe this could work, after all. As long as it's together.

For the first time in his life, he realizes he'd like to have a child of his own. Now, he just had to convince you.

He'd always give you subtle hints, making cheeky jokes at parenting or baby commercials, pointing out baby items at stores, or simply bringing up again how much he enjoyed babysitting the child with you prior. It didn't take long for you to make the connections.

As you gradually realized what he was implying, you sat him down to talk about it. Simply put, the conversation was heartfelt and insightful. Sure enough, you agreed to try for a child with him. God, you could still remember the way his eyes lit up as you agreed.

With zero hesitation, he gently whisked you away to the bedroom, eager to see where this night would lead the two of you.

It was a night of love and connection, a moment in which your eternal commitment flourished.

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Days after your passionate night with Chuuya, various changes became evident. In the mornings, you'd hurl into the toilet, with Chuuya standing behind you and holding your hair back.

Plagued with fatigue, swelling, and regular morning sickness, Chuuya took it upon himself to run to the store and buy you a few pregnancy tests, to which you took immediately when he came home. He waited for the results, and sure enough, the test was positive.

Chuuya was elated, spinning you around and showering you with kisses as the two of you celebrated your new roles as parents.

Chuuya ensured to never let you lift a single finger while you were pregnant, even over exerting himself sometimes. But for you, it was worth it in his eyes.

He was a workaholic, never missing any days off of work. But now that you two were expecting, he didn't dare leave your side when he was able to be with you.

So beautifully intimate it was, buying baby supplies, setting up a nursery, hosting a baby shower in honor of the unborn child.

So, when your water spontaneously broke, Chuuya was quick to shove you into the car and race to the hospital, ushering you to the ER.

When you went into labor, Chuuya refused to leave your side, holding onto your hand tight as you made an effort to get the child out.

And after hours of rough labor, the nurse was holding a fetus in their arms.

A healthy baby girl was born, screaming and crying as she was separated from her birth giver.

The nurse cleaned her off, cut the umbilical cord, and handed her to you. There she was, the product of you and Chuuya's undying love. Her eyes opened, a beautiful shimmering blue just like her father's.

After holding her for a while, the nurse gains your consent to hand the child to Chuuya. They do so, stepping out of the room to leave you two alone.

Chuuya stares at his newborn daughter. He's silent, and then tears are spilling down his freckled cheeks.

He holds his daughter close, seeming to cry without end. He was a step away from sobbing, something you wouldn't have expected from a man like Chuuya, who always makes an effort to not let others see his vulnerability.

But right now, it was okay to be vulnerable.

Chuuya smiles, and it's one of the most genuine he's had as of late.

“Hey there, princess..” He whispers to the baby, giving her a kiss on the forehead. She squirms, making a small noise. Apparently she needed her beauty rest.

Chuuya looks over to you, stepping closer.

“{{user}}..”

Taking a seat on the edge of the hospital bed, his eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Before speaking, he covers the baby's ears.

“Fuck, doll.. Got me cryin’ like a bitch over here.. I'm so happy you're okay. Our little miracle is finally here, can ‘ya believe it? We're parents..”

His tone is so gentle, so sincere. Seeing him lovingly hold your daughter warms your heart so much it could melt.