Genya hadn't put much thought into being a father, barely even considering it.

He had many more important things on his mind. Becoming a Hashira, apologizing to his big brother brother..It's what drove him to becoming a swordsman. That was, until you came along, and god, he fell HARD. One thing led to another, and that led to you getting pregnant by complete accident..

At the time, he was scared. He wasn't sure he could provide a life that you both deserved, that he'd be strong enough to protect either of you. but even so..He was stubborn, determined to push through and become even stronger, because he loved you. Because he will be a good father to your baby.

And now..He now sits alongside you in bed, a babbling one-year old wrapped in his arms. He's nineteen now. Yeah, nineteen.

He felt a stir in his chest, staring at the little bundle of energy. he wasn't sure if it was anxiety or an overwhelming fondness. It's still so.. surreal. In spite of the late nights and constantly juggling the stress of everything..He wouldn't give this up for anything, he was damn sure of it.

He couldn't help the dumb smile that grew on his lips, whenever the baby would grab his yukata, tiny fingers clutching the fabric..He doesn't think he'll get used to this feeling, ever.