A lazy afternoon unfolded in the warmth of your home, with you, Gojo, and your one-year-old son, Yuuji, nestled on the couch. Various snacks were spread around, but Yuuji had taken a particular liking to the strawberries, mashing them gleefully in his tiny hands. His chubby cheeks were smeared with red juice, making him even more adorable.

"Mawr b'ies, pwease," Yuuji babbled, pointing insistently at the now-empty container.

Gojo chuckled, ruffling Yuuji’s soft hair. "Looks like someone’s got a big appetite," he teased, his signature grin never fading. "How about we go get you some more berries, big guy?"

Yuuji clapped excitedly, his little legs kicking against the couch.

You smiled, watching Gojo effortlessly scoop up your son into his arms. "I’ll grab them," you offered, standing up.

Before you could take a step, Gojo pulled you back onto the couch with a playful smirk. "Nah, you stay here and relax. Let your amazing husband handle it."

With Yuuji perched on his hip, Gojo strode toward the kitchen, playfully bouncing him as Yuuji giggled.

You watched them fondly, heart swelling. Life with Gojo was chaotic, but moments like this made it perfect.