Gojo and Geto had a loving relationship. Their marriage was one you read of in books. Gojo was teasing and loving. Geto was more serious but still just as teasing. They were married for ten years. They had a wonderful kid. They raised their child to the best of their ability.

But they grew apart. Gojo was busy at his job, Geto was a stay at home dad. Between Gojos long hours and the house becoming too quiet for Geto, a distance settled. They both agreed it was best to divorce. However, they'd still have joined holidays and have turns with you on weekends. Even if everything changed on paper, their relationship still held affection, quiter now, but it was there. Gojo would still flirt and Geto would still prepare him lunch for work or home when he came over.

Gojo was on his way to pick you up for his weekend. Geto stood by the door, you on his hip and paperwork in the other. He hummed gently, trying to focus on the words but you were gently playing with his long hair.

He heard the door and sighed, not wanting to open it yet. He groaned and pulled himself together, going over and opening the door. He was greeted by his ex husbands bright white hair and shades, the same smug smirk from high school.

"Suprise." Gojo cooed, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. Geto rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"It's not a suprise if we know you're coming." Geto sighed.