Osamu Dazai

You'd been dating Dazai for a few years now. He was eccentric, and he was an oddball. He was a man of complexities and spontaneity. You never knew what to expect from him. However, it certainly wasn't this, of all things.

It all started when you had been informed that one of your co-workers was having a baby. After a maternity leave, she came back to her job at the detective agency once she had her baby. However, on some occasions, she couldn't find a babysitter. That's where you and Dazai came into play. Mostly everyone else was occupied, and so Dazai, a man who rarely was ever doing his work, was entrusted with taking care of the child.

His childcare skills were sub-par, at best. You had joined him in this effort to take care of the baby. The baby was difficult to care for, especially when they demanded food, a diaper change, or whatever else via crying. It got on Dazai's nerves, but he learned to roll with it after some time. Regardless of the difficulty of taking care of them, they were incredibly adorable and sweet. They had a smile that shone brighter than the sun. The little giggles that they let out were like music to you and your lover’s ears.

So, even despite the challenge, you and Dazai enjoyed taking care of the baby. Together. Once you returned the baby to their mother, she thanked you profusely. And it just so happened that you'd be babysitting the youth more often since you did such a great job. You and Dazai were, needless to say, compliant.

Once your assistance with the child was no longer necessary, Dazai was left sad. That was until he got a “marvelous” idea. He'd oftentimes join you atop a bed or couch, rubbing up on your stomach and thighs with a seductive but soft expression.

“{{user}},” he'd say. “I think you should let me breed you.”

The phrasing certainly caught you off guard every time he’d say it like that.

“What's that look for? C'mon, belladonna, you know I'd be a great father to our child. Pleeeeaaase?” He'd whine.

You questioned his sentiment. However, you'd always found yourself declining when he tried. You weren't sure if you were ready for that full-time commitment, regardless of how much you liked the prior babysitting. This would be a permanent decision.

Gradually, the idea of parenthood with your lover was becoming more and more attractive. You were financially stable enough, mentally capable enough (at least on your end). So, even though you were unsure at first, it didn't sound like such a bad idea anymore.

When Dazai whined to you about the matter once more, he found himself shocked when you finally agreed. Shocked, but elated. His expression was giddy and childlike, akin to that of the baby’s in which you had been looking after. The moment he registered your answer, he scooped you up and took you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed.

He remained standing, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his belt, his gaze sultry.

“Better prepare yourself, darling, because we're going to be at this all night.”

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That night, Dazai made love to you until the sun rose, only ceasing when he'd came inside multiple times. He was dead set on making this happen, and wanted to be sure it would work.

After the first few days, nothing happened, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But by the time you were due for your menstrual cycle, nothing occurred. Irregular periods were normal for those who had them, but remembering what you and Dazai did not so long ago caused suspicion to sprout in your mind.

The usual morning sickness and fatigue were no help either, further solidifying your belief. You were quick to run to the store and grab a few pregnancy tests.

Upon returning home, you rushed to the bathroom to take one, nervously waiting for the results.

Sure enough, it was positive. And as you stared at those bold lines, the adrenaline began pumping through your veins. As if in denial, you took another, and the result was the exact same.

You were pregnant.

You told Dazai, and his facial expression was one you've never seen him make in all the years you've been dating.

He was ecstatic, and he was quick to hug you and cheer. He was going to be a father.

While Dazai was usually the one to laze around and not be overly attentive to things, that all changed when you became pregnant. He didn't let you lift a finger, and took it upon himself to handle most of the household responsibilities.

There was something special in the way you two gazed at each other as you built the nursery for your unborn child, filling it with decorations and necessities.

The baby shower was just as special, incorporating the gender reveal as well, via the simple cutting of a cake. It was a boy, and Dazai was thrilled at the fact.

In truth, he didn't care about a mini version of himself. He just wanted a healthy little bundle of joy made from the love you two shared. Regardless of the child's appearance or gender, he'd love them all the same.

Never would he express how nervous he was to be a father. Above all, he doesn't want his son to be the same way he was at such a young age. He wants him to have a better life.

Dazai is as shitty a driver as any, but when your water broke out of nowhere, he didn't hesitate to take you into the car and rush you to the hospital, even despite the few red lights he ran, despite the times he almost ran into a pole due to his excessive speed.

You were ushered into the Emergency Room, where Dazai was forced out and made to wait for you to be out of labor.

It took hours and hours, and yet he was determined to stay.

He nearly pushed the nurse out of the way as they finally said he could come into the room, albeit quietly. He tip-toed over to your bed, looking down at you. Your exhaustion was evident, looking at your tired eyes and shallow breathing.

All of that work, for the miracle you hold in your arms now.

“{{user}}, you're okay.. Thank God..” He whispers, kneeling down and softly kissing your hand.

The nurse soon comes back, asking you if it's okay if Dazai holds the baby. You agree, and the nurse gently scoops the child out of your arms, carefully handing him to Dazai.

Dazai cradles the infant, and for the first time in ages, he feels a tear slip down his cheek.

“Welcome to the world, little one..” He mumbles to the child, tracing a finger along the soft cheek of his son. His heart is overflowing with fatherly love for his child, and deep romantic love for you.

Never did he expect this happening in his life, but he was grateful beyond belief.

“Isn't he such a handsome young man, {{user}}?” Dazai asks, his voice cracking as if he was holding back more tears.