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scriveynerTitle: An Important Question
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 623
Summary: "I can't swim," Gotou said with a frown.
Gotou stood in the doorway, Masanori in his arms as Masayoshi shuffled around with his shoes. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I had anyone else to,” Masayoshi said, standing up in the genkan. They could both hear Keiko in the living room, making exploding noises and crashing the toy cars against each other.
“You mean, you forgot they had swimming lessons,” Gotou said. He wasn’t exactly mad, but he was a little put-out at having them dumped on him at the last moment.
“It’s not so much swimming lessons as it is free swimming,” Masayoshi said, and grinned apologetically.
“I can’t swim,” Gotou said flatly.
“I know, but the water barely goes up to your waist, and Keiko spends most of the time splashing around with a kickboard.” Masayoshi shrugged the courier bag he tended to wear over his head and gave Gotou a hopeful look. “If you’d prefer I can call my cousi-”
“NO.” Gotou said, perhaps a little too loudly as Masanori startled in his arms, lower lip trembling. “No, that’s okay, I can handle this.”
(He was not going to flash back to “swimming lessons” with Masayoshi’s distant cousin Hazuki, whose idea of teaching Gotou to swim involved pushing him into the deep end of the pool with little warning.)
“I’ll make dinner tonight as an apology,” Masayoshi said, leaning forward and kissed the top of Masanori’s head. “I’ll be back later, little bird. Be good for daddy?”
Masanori said sullenly, “'kay.”
“I’m leaving, Keiko,” he yelled, and Keiko yelled back, “BYE DADDY.”
Gotou sighed, but he smiled, as he kissed Masayoshi good-bye.
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Fortunately for Gotou, Masayoshi had a beach bag packed and ready to go full of swimsuits and towels and diapers. Masayoshi had even included a set of water wings for Masanori, who apparently wasn’t a fan of the water and spent more time in Masayoshi’s arms than actually in the pool.
As such, Masanori was not impressed by changing into his swimsuit, because he knew what that meant. He wailed, sitting on the changing room table and kicking his legs, already in his swimsuit as Gotou helped Keiko get into hers. Keiko stood and held onto the beach bag with both hands, her task important because it was Their Stuff, as Gotou himself got changed.
Keiko watched him innocently, and Gotou was folding up his pants before he pulled on his swim trunks when she looked up at him and asked, “daddy, why is your penis so big?”
Gotou pulled on his swim trunks quickly, face burning red. “Don’t – that’s not something you ask, Keiko-” Good lord, had she asked Masayoshi that, too? “Where did you learn that?”
“I asked daddy.” She poked her lower belly. “I don’t have one.”
“That’s because you’re a girl.” Gotou tried to will the blush out of his face. “This isn’t an appropriate conversation for the pool, Keiko-”
“Will Masanori’s get big like yours?”
“Keiko.” Why had he agreed to this. “That’s … something to ask daddy about when he gets home tonight, okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded her head solemnly. “I want the purple kickboard this time!”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 623
Summary: "I can't swim," Gotou said with a frown.
Gotou stood in the doorway, Masanori in his arms as Masayoshi shuffled around with his shoes. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I had anyone else to,” Masayoshi said, standing up in the genkan. They could both hear Keiko in the living room, making exploding noises and crashing the toy cars against each other.
“You mean, you forgot they had swimming lessons,” Gotou said. He wasn’t exactly mad, but he was a little put-out at having them dumped on him at the last moment.
“It’s not so much swimming lessons as it is free swimming,” Masayoshi said, and grinned apologetically.
“I can’t swim,” Gotou said flatly.
“I know, but the water barely goes up to your waist, and Keiko spends most of the time splashing around with a kickboard.” Masayoshi shrugged the courier bag he tended to wear over his head and gave Gotou a hopeful look. “If you’d prefer I can call my cousi-”
“NO.” Gotou said, perhaps a little too loudly as Masanori startled in his arms, lower lip trembling. “No, that’s okay, I can handle this.”
(He was not going to flash back to “swimming lessons” with Masayoshi’s distant cousin Hazuki, whose idea of teaching Gotou to swim involved pushing him into the deep end of the pool with little warning.)
“I’ll make dinner tonight as an apology,” Masayoshi said, leaning forward and kissed the top of Masanori’s head. “I’ll be back later, little bird. Be good for daddy?”
Masanori said sullenly, “'kay.”
“I’m leaving, Keiko,” he yelled, and Keiko yelled back, “BYE DADDY.”
Gotou sighed, but he smiled, as he kissed Masayoshi good-bye.
Fortunately for Gotou, Masayoshi had a beach bag packed and ready to go full of swimsuits and towels and diapers. Masayoshi had even included a set of water wings for Masanori, who apparently wasn’t a fan of the water and spent more time in Masayoshi’s arms than actually in the pool.
As such, Masanori was not impressed by changing into his swimsuit, because he knew what that meant. He wailed, sitting on the changing room table and kicking his legs, already in his swimsuit as Gotou helped Keiko get into hers. Keiko stood and held onto the beach bag with both hands, her task important because it was Their Stuff, as Gotou himself got changed.
Keiko watched him innocently, and Gotou was folding up his pants before he pulled on his swim trunks when she looked up at him and asked, “daddy, why is your penis so big?”
Gotou pulled on his swim trunks quickly, face burning red. “Don’t – that’s not something you ask, Keiko-” Good lord, had she asked Masayoshi that, too? “Where did you learn that?”
“I asked daddy.” She poked her lower belly. “I don’t have one.”
“That’s because you’re a girl.” Gotou tried to will the blush out of his face. “This isn’t an appropriate conversation for the pool, Keiko-”
“Will Masanori’s get big like yours?”
“Keiko.” Why had he agreed to this. “That’s … something to ask daddy about when he gets home tonight, okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded her head solemnly. “I want the purple kickboard this time!”
