Oikawa was so tired. His head kept falling from where it rested against the rocking chair and with each snap downwards had him blinking into focus again and again. He wished he could say he lost count, but he hadn’t. 12 times. A total of 12 times, he had been up and out of bed to come seek out the why’s of his baby’s cries and wish he understood why Tobio was so restless. 12 times, it had all been the same. First came the crying that only built in sound, secondly came him checking on Tobio which was usually followed by a rush to the bathroom or a bottle or a cuddle, but Oikawa honestly didn’t understand why Tobio was so emotional that night. “ Shh , Tobs. You're okay, I’m right here,” Oikawa whispered, bouncing the boy up and down lightly on the rocking chair that rocked them gently like a brush of air. Once Tobio settled and was sleeping soundlessly, Oikawa would place him back into his bed and tuck him in before going back to bed for a few minutes before the crying would start back up. Iwaizumi didn’t even stir once, and Oikawa was too tired to be pissed at the male for sleeping through all the racked because he wished he could have done the same. It was a rinse, wash, repeat progress over and over and as the sunrise peaked over the horizon, shinning through the glass window Oikawa had gotten up another 5 addition times in hopes to sooth his baby back into dream land  

  The coffee burned hot in his hands, helping to heat him up on the inside with each sip.  Oikawa wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, but after the night he had, he couldn’t help but chug the harsh and bitter liquid that had the magical property of kick-starting the brain into overdrive down his throat. “Woah , Tooru slow down,” Akaashi warned from across the table, his hand reaching out and lightly tapping the cup away from Oikawa’s greedy lips. Oikawa mumbled but obeyed, the cup coming to rest on the table, now 3 forth’s empty, “You don’t understand Keiji. It’s bad!” he whined, head bashing hard against the table’s surface, gaining the attention of a mother’s group a table away. Akaashi smiled awkwardly at them before turning back to Oikawa, “You're being dramatic,” he scoffed. Oikawa lifted his gaze, eye’s set harshly onto Akaashi from under his cap. The other had the audacity to scoff at his sufferings while taking such precise and gentle sips of his tea. “I thought you would understand,” Oikawa huffs, straightening up in his seat to glare at the women still looking at him, “you're a ‘mama’ too.” “I don’t know what you would mean, Hinata is such a good boy,” Akaashi praised, eyes finding the corner their two children were playing in and smiled brightly, “his a little cinnamon roll compared to your–” “To my what?? My little bossy, stubborn and strong-willed toddler with no regard to emotion unless he wants something?” “Now, now Kawa you're just describing yourself,” Akaashi remarked looking back at his friend.