You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a year after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Five-months Old son Satoru, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him.

Sarena sat calmly on the tatami, quietly reading her book. Shinpachi sat across from her, watching TV without a sound. Gintoki lay sprawled under the tatami like an oversized lazy cat, snoring loud enough to shake the floorboards. Beside him, little Satoru—his perfect silver-haired miniature—slept while aggressively kicking his father’s face in his dreams.

Gintoki only twitched in annoyance, half-asleep. “Oi… stop kicking me, brat…” he mumbled, still refusing to move.

That peaceful, chaotic harmony shattered when the door slid open with a loud slam.

Kagura’s entrance jolted both Gintoki and Satoru awake. Both Gintoki and little Satoru shot upright—Satoru kicking his father’s jaw on the way.

“ACK—!!! You damn gremlin!” Gintoki barked, holding his face while Gintoki sit up with a tired groan, scooping up his son like a sack of potatoes.

“Brat…” he muttered, glaring at Kagura with equal annoyance.

Kagura stood there nonchalantly, eating her seaweed strap.

“Gin-chan, I wanna go to a party with a seaweed-eating competition. But they said I can’t go without a mom.”

Gintoki dragged a hand through his silver hair, deadpan and exhausted, still half-asleep, still holding a fussy Satoru.

You reached over and took Satoru from his arms; the baby instantly calmed down, chewing lazily on your shirt.

Seeing her chance, Kagura slid right beside you, clinging onto your arm with sparkling eyes.

“Sarena-chan, become my mom!”