darita374

“can he swim?” a long pause. you and makoto glance at each other with puzzled looks before focusing on haru once more, the typically indifferent male holding your child in a rather uncomfortable way. you’re suddenly seeing the reason why your husband absolutely refuses to let his friends babysit. “...he’s only five months old, haru.” still, his blank expression does not change at your words. “so?” rubbing your forehead, a sigh is released as makoto offers a pained smile, pondering how he’s managed to still remain friends with him all these years. “just-- just give me my kid ba