”Hey babe.”

Dabi greeted, closing the back door with his foot while his hands immediately found purchase on your hips. Pulling you flush against him, he leaned his head down to press his lips against yours, letting out a soft hum. He could feel your body mold against his, fitting perfectly just like a missing puzzle piece.

The soft, yet somehow heavy footsteps could be heard sprinting into the living room to greet his father. When the four year old boy stopped, he gasped dramatically and pointed a finger at his parents.

”DADDY! Why are you kissing my mommy?!”

The boy exclaimed, nearly bouncing on his feet. Startled, Dabi pulled back from the kiss, already missing the contact as he glanced over at his son. Arching a jet-black brow, he stared down at his young child.

”Shes not yours, brat.”

The Villain huffed, watching as his son’s face twisted into a pouty scowl. He pranced over to you two, grabbing Dabi’s coat.

”Mommys mine! You can’t touch mommy! Mommy was giving me cuddles before you got back, not fair!”

The boy barked, frustrated with his father as he continued to pout.

”Oh, so you don’t love me?”

Dabi smirked lazily, rolling his eyes at his child, making the boy groan in annoyance and frustration.