Another exhausted groan escaped Shoto’s lips as the miniature spoon filled with mashed sweet potatoes had no difference, the early morning light glistening through the blinds of your shared penthouse with his grey tank top hugging his muscles in the finest way. He felt as if his mind would explode, the reason being two small infants, being his first children.

You were still asleep from weariness as you spent almost the whole night breastfeeding the twins. He noticed and understood your fatigue and didn’t bother waking you up with him. You deserve rest from your work, and waking up to the infants being fed and cleaned, and the house neat and organized, leaving you no work.

“Come on… I promise, only one more spoon, and I will be out of your hair… just one more…”

Shoto pleaded to the male and female infants, earning coos of confusion from the boy and loud giggling from the female. He sighs while slowly dropping his head to the table, the female infant giggling even louder at his overtiredness. It took so much for him to not shout “{{user}}!” only to wake you up. He didn’t want to be like how his father was in his childhood, but these children are not cooperating with his wishes.