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➽ [ 6:02 pm ]
your three year old daughter waddles down the hall to find her dad in the kitchen. she had just recently learned questions and once she starts, she doesn't stop. your husband, kuroo, is fully responsible for this.
"hi kitten, i thought you were with mommy," kuroo sees the little sprout of hair poking up from the side of the counter.
"what doing?" she asks as she makes her way beside her dad. kuroo lifts her to sit beside him on a stool.
"i'm decorating a cake for mommy," he says.
"why?" she tilts her head to look at the messily frosted cake.
"for mommy's work tomorrow," he continues as he attempts to make flowers.
"dada," she goes. he pauses to look at her. "what doing?" the back and forth of what and why continued for longer than it should have.
"y/n!" kuroo pleaded. "take your daughter away, shes asking too many questions!"
you make your way from the office space to see your two favorite people. your daughter both hands on the counter to hold her stable. kuroo looks stressed as he continues to make decorations for the cake. "what's going on?" you chuckled.
"mama!" your daughter cheers. "dada making cake."
"i see that, and what are you doing?" you poked her cheek.
"botdering dada," she smiles.
"you're bothering me, on purpose kitten?" kuroo puts down his piping bag to look at her.
"yes!" she laughs. you giggle as well before making eye contact with your husband.
"kitten," he began to scold.
"oh no kitten," you walked over to wrap your arms around your daughter. "daddy's gonna tickle us we gotta go."
"dada no!" she immediately wraps her arms around you neck as you two book it to the bedroom.
kuroo follows quickly after, cornering you on the bed. you two fall back onto the bed, both giggling messes. he crawls on the bed, almost immediately goes to tickle your daughter.
"dada!" she laughs. kuroo pulls away for a second to look at her. "no more please."
"okay, okay, just don't bother daddy like that anymore," he says.
"why?" she asks.
kuroo groans as he lays beside you both, knowing full well he walked into that. "kitten you'll be the death of me."
"why?" you joined in. he looks at you, squinting his eyes at you. both you and your daughter giggle at kuroo, making him face palm.
"hehe i lobe you dada!" your daughter crawls on top of your defeated husband. she litters his face with kisses as repayment for annoying him.
"why kitten?" he jokes. she leans down lightly biting his cheek. "ow! i deserved that. i love you too kitten."