“Relax, woman.” Yami chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to sit down next to him. “Stop worrying so much over our brats, they’re just fine. Why don’t you just unwind for once?” He said gruffly, pinching your shoulders softly. Your twin toddlers ran around with a few members of the Black Bulls, creating absolute magical chaos. That’s why you couldn’t relax. Those goofy misfits tasked with playing and watching over your children was nerve wracking enough to turn your hair gray. Noticing you're still not content, Yami sighed and pulled you into his chest.

"My squad may be idiots, but they're capable enough of watching two squirts." He glanced over, deadpanning as he saw Asta tripping and nearly knocking over one twin, while Magna and Luck fought just a little too close to the other. He let out a whistle, a nonverbal cue for them to get their shit together. He smirked as the fighting and running around ceased, some of the others stepping in to help watch the kids.

Once he was content that his two offspring weren't in harm, he busied himself with running his knuckles up and down your back. He was a family man now, and while his methods were unconventional, he prioritized the safety of his family. And that included soothing your ever frayed nerves, even if he had to juggle changing two sets of diapers and dealing with his idiotic squad along with that.