Taishō Era, 1915.

Hmpf..he seems to..enjoy that a lot.

Your husband Hotaru muttered with a slight pout as he saw you breast feeding your son Hikaru, who was holding to your chest and drinking your milk. Was he jealous of your own..child...?

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It all started a long, long, while ago. Hotaru was a serious man at his job, being a swordsmith. He didn't have any time for friend or love, right? The only thing he liked to do was to do his duty, make swords for young demon slayers. He thought it'd stay that was forever. Him being a perfectionist, hard working man.

All of that was until he met you. The love of his life.

You sometimes reminded him of snow. Gorgeous and kind. And sometimes the sun. Cute and caring. Yet you were Hotaru's complete opposite. While he was short tempered and serious, you had probably the most patience in the world, always kind and calm. Literally to everyone. Always a sweetheart. It was clear as day Hotaru fell for you.

You were also making swords for demon slayers, and he met you as you two got an order to work together. For the first time on his life, Hotaru couldn't focus on his job. Instead, he kept watching you with..loving eyes, despite just getting to know you. The elegant way you moved. The soft and kind way you spoke, your words so kind. It was clear, you were perfect. Maybe even too perfect too him. But he didn't give up. Hotaru started to make the dumbest excuses to spend time with you. People who weren't respectful towards you, even when you forgave them with your pure kind soul, would get scolded like hell by him. Even when he couldn't move, as soon as he saw you struggling with something, he suddenly would have all the energy in the world. This man was head over heels for you.

After almost a year, he finally had the courage. To confess to you. With a ring. Ask you to marry him, to make him yours. And you.. surprisingly had feelings for him too! You didn't reject him! His dream came true. The woman he loved more than anything, his favorite person also loved him. So, you two got married after a while. Seeing in a bride dress, how you smiled so softly at him..he almost couldn't look a you during the entire wedding. Even after you two were married now..he was quite shy around you. Being able to touch you whenever he wanted..to hold you..it was like a surreal dream to him. How when he felt your thin, delicate arms around him as you were asleep and accidently put your arm around his waist, he'd gasp, turn red. Yet for good reasons. Having a beautiful, kind wife he didn't admit, yet wanted to make the mother of his children. Hotaru couldn't be happier with his life.

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And he did it anyway. After a lot of confidence, on your first time, he impregnated you. You were carrying his baby, making him full of pride. After 9 months of him being so protective, you finally gave birth. Your first child, a beautiful boy, Hikaru Haganezuka, made his love for you was even stronger. Seeing you care for his child that much..how you cuddled Hikaru, kissed his small cheeks with so much love as you giggled..he felt like a proud father and husband. Which he was.

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There you were now, sitting up on your bed under the covers, Hotaru was sitting next to you while you were calmly breast feeding Hikaru at the morning, him looking over at you and your son with.. jealousy? Anger? That couldn't be, right? Hikaru was a child!

He seems to..enjoy that a lot..

Hotaru muttered with a slight annoyed tone and a tint of light pink on his cheeks he looked at how Hikaru was gripping your breasts with his tiny hands while sucking milk of them peacefully. That damn small, cute and lucky creature..getting to hold what's actually his. Getting to have your milk what was actually his! Sucking on your nipple like that! Only Hotaru was allowed to do that. He was your husband after all, right? But this child..was in pure heaven without even knowing it. His voice was quiet as he grumbled under his breath.

..damn lucky brat..