#mama miya my beloved

[o-vera-nalyzing]

osamu, seconds after walkig into the house: 🎶ATSUMU SMELLSSSSS ATSUMU SMELLSSSS🎶

atsumu, immediately shoving osamu: i hate you

osamu: hey ma did u know atsumu smells?

mama miya: well considering you just scream-yelled it to the whole house… did something happen?

osamu: no he just smells

[marshmellowpaint]

Baby Miyans 🥺💖💖💖

[cinnamon-coffees]

yk the “i love u for infinity” trend where u turn the heart into an infinity sign . that’s literally reki and langa ! if that’s not how their handshake ends i’m suing

[kouyurii]

this. this is basically me at this whole scenario, ann <3

THEM JUST UPRIGHT SAYING lets get married without even blinking an eye <3 OMG, HELL YEAH! like it just comes out of their mouths without even questioning it, and you ask them to say it again, since you didn't hear them properly the first time (being still annoyed with the person that tried to speak badly about their brother) and they will brush it off, but when they hold your hand, they will kinda touch over your fingers slightly wondering what would it be like if there was a ring there <3

when the other asks why they are so love struck, they will say "i wanna get married with my s/o" risdjbkfsdj and mama miya's ears never started eavesdropping so hard in her LIFE HAHAHA

them brushing it off when you ask them to repeat BUT TOUCHING YOUR RING FINGER IMAGINING A RING THERE IM

the other twin being just like "oh theyre pretty cool actually" while the other is just (´♡ω♡`)

omg yES mama miya would get SO excited like her boys actually want to get married 🥺 bc theyre both so insanely passionate about what theyre doing and have never bothered to seek out love but now they have their s/o and there's no one else theyd even look at ☹️☹️

[osakunt]

YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN YAY!! SO,,

Can I please have miya twins who have twins and said twins being a mama's girl??

(+bonus [if you want to] of inarizaki team seeing how much of a mama's girl/boy the twins are)

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➟ 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝘅 𝗠𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➟ 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂,𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 !! 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 "𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀" 😮‍💨 𝗜'𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 😩

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𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 looks down to his set of three year old twins clinging onto your legs like koala’s not giving him an opening to grab one of them to help you out at the small get together you were having with the old team mates. “C’mon, yer papá’s gonna give ya hugs and kisses” Osamu tried to make a deal with both boys who looked the same but had something in particular that distinguishes one from the other. The small birth mark under the youngest’s left eye.

“Mama kiss ‘n hugs !!” The oldest grabs on tighter to your leg. “Mhm mhm !! Want mama kiss !” The younger one beams agreeing. Smiling at your two joys, you neal down to their height embracing them giving them a kiss on there crown and swaying side to side as they giggle. “Mama does gives the best hugs and kisses,huh ?” You gleam down at them kissing one on his left cheek and the other on his right. “Don’t be mean to your father and give ‘im at least a hug” now it was your turn to gamble with them but they pouted making Osamu pout as well feeling hurt that his boys were much closer to you. He thought that having boys meant he’d get to hang out with them but now he was slowly becoming the ‘outcast’ as he called it. In reality he spends a lot of time with the boys but they just love you a tad bit more “Aww please….do it for mommy, yea ?”

Blinking up at you the youngest dash towards his father, hand in hand with his brother . Osamu picks them up with a big smile finally getting his time with them. Sadly that didn’t last long - you took the time to go get some drinks for the guests and at the moment the oldest twin looked around asking for you and ran looking for you. “The oldest one takes from Atsumu” Aran points out remembering Osamu saying that Atsumu was a momma’s boy more than Osamu was and still is. Kita and Suna chuckle at memory while Atsumu squinted his eyes trying to play off like the information wasn’t true. “I ain’t no mama’s boy !!!” ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

“Look at ‘er. Just takin’ yer mom’s time away from me and you” 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 glares at your figure playing with your daughter from outside the cracked door with your son. “Can I get one of uncle Samu’s onigiri after this ?” Your son whispers before putting his dum-dum back in his mouth. “Yer really thinkin’ about food when that little demon is takin’ quality time from us ?” “Yea. Sissy likes playing dress up with mommy and I don’t” he shrugs pushing the door into the room and making his way in front of his older sister and you. “Are these kids even twins ??” Atsumu whisper-shouts scratching his forehead.

“Hey baby ! Did your dad get annoying ?” You finis up putting on your daughter’s Snow White dress on her. “He’s sad ‘cause sissy doesn’t wanna play with him.” Though Atsumu didn’t say it, hit some knew well enough that his daughter wasn’t a daddies girl as he was hoping when you were pregnant five years ago. He imagined himself going full on spoiling his kids, and his daughter clinging in to him at all times.

“……he’s a cry baby” your daughter giggles to herself. Yup she was for sure Atsumu’s kid. No filter in her words and not caring if they hurt. “Ya think I’m a what !!! Baby the light of my mornings, ya really think yer beloved father is a cry baby ?” Atsumu lifts your daughter in his arms, bopping her nose. Laughter erupts from her little figure saying “YESS !!” And confusing to laugh but doesn’t forget to give her father a hug to console him from her ‘hurtful words’. “ ‘love you pops” she mumbles as your son sneaks his way into your arms while his sister is distractedly with their father “Wanna play games and watch a movie when your sister takes a nap” you talk in secret with your son knowing that your daughter would fall asleep after the whole morning playing and running around. “Can we get dad to be with us ? I want dad to cuddle with us when watching Shrek !!” The five year old boy sets up his time with you after his sister taking you away the whole morning.

As planned and said, your oldest twin fell asleep right after playing tea and here you were consoling Atsumu while your son was in his arms happily eating his uncle’s food and watching his movie.

“She called me pops, y/n….Suna will hear a word or two about this”

[nothing-but-haikyuu]

Chew Toy

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: E Summary: Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. Warning: Smut, Mafia AU, Sub!Atsumu, Bath Sex, Body Paint Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. The thump of the bass in his ears as he danced with the others in the club. You could see him from your seat on the balcony. You're little chew toy. Atsumu may have been a fox as a teenager but now he was just your puppy, you're carefree, happy, dumb puppy. He took well to the lavish lifestyle you provided him.  "Should i-?" Your assistant asked  "No, no. He's having a good time. He'll get playtime after" only a stupid person would not figure out that the game you and Atsumu played was sexual in nature. You took a sip from your drink and sighed as you watched the party go on. You put on this show, this was your club after all. Atsumu got sloppy when he was drunk, he was usually a well behaved puppy but when he got drunk he was a horny dog who's owner forgot to neuter him. You pulled him into the limo and his hands were on your breasts, getting tacky body paint all over your white dress. His lips were at your neck and his hard on in his little shorts brushed up against you.  "Eager" you chuckled, "did you miss me on the dancefloor?" "I always miss you, ma'am. Please let me fick you, I've been such a good boy, please." You pushed his blonde hair back and smiled "cute, get your paws off of me and I'll think about it." You groped his hard on with your other hand "okay, good boy?" "Please." He gasped You chuckled and got him off of you. You buckled.him in, when he whined you chuckled and said "don't look at me like that handsome, I'm not ruining these clean seats with your dirty cum" "Yes ma'am." He sighed as he relaxed against the seat, his sweaty back against leather. You rubbed his exposed thigh as you were driven home. Sometimes he could be a good boy when he wanted to be. When you got home, he trailed behind you, you held his hand and led him up the grand staircase and to the bedroom.  "Should I get cleaned up?" He asked as he pressed you against the door and kissed up your neck.  "Yes. I'd hate to get all that paint on our new sheets" you chuckled as you kissed him. His kisses were kinetic and lovely. They made you melt to your core and you thought they were just delicious. He happily took your hand and led you to the attached bathroom and his broad hands started to take off your dress, you'd need it cleaned in the morning due to the paint from Atsumu body on you. You peeled off his shorts with careful hands, exposing the sweet surprise. His cock bobbed against his toned stomach and he gave you a pleased look "Don't look so surprised ma'am, after all this is all yours." He purred. You ran a finger up his shaft and you smiled, "yes it is. Paid and signed for." You chuckled playfully.  You weren't his sugar mama, he contributed in his own way, he was studying kinesiology to help athletes and you couldn't be more proud of your puppy. You were happy he was studying. You hate dead weight especially in your field. He rolled his head back. Now nude before you, shorts on the floor, sneakers by the front door. His toned, paint covered body fully exposed to you. He looked like a graffitied Greek god. You took your dress off, and it was followed by your underwear and bra. All valued more than the rent Atsumu used to pay. Now he lived in your big house. You took him by the hand and led him to the bathtub. It was big enough for the both of you and you loved to just soak in it with your beloved. You turned on the water, testing it with your other hand until it was right then you guided him into the tub. He slipped in and washed himself with the water. You watched him for a moment as he sat in the warm water with a pleased expression on his face and his cock fully erect. He looked quite impressive. You smiled to yourself before you slipped into the tub and right onto his cock. You sighed blissfully and got yourself seated on him. He shivered in response as you put your hands onto his shoulders and got yourself more comfortable on his lap. You sighed happily, you loved a good throne. He groaned and tilted his head back before you focused him back on you, your breasts in his face as you started to move up and down on him. You clenched your thighs and moved up and down on his cock, he groaned and held onto your hips. "Who's my good puppy" you purred  "Me." He said almost dreamily, "fuck you're amazing." He loved the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.  "And I love my little puppy, such a good boy even out on the dancefloor. I hate when you get covered in paint but a bath will solve that " you chuckled as you rolled your hips and picked flakes of paint off his skin. You leaned in for a kiss and scraped your nails down his chest, feeling the lines of his body. He gasped gently as you continued to ride him. You giggled and continued to move your body up and down his cock. You pushed the hair out of your eyes. He rolled his head back again and you chuckled. You loved when he got like this, overwhelmed with the feeling of sexual pleasure. He was such a good puppy, he beloved pet and lover. The water continued to drain from the faucet, you moved together, splashing it around and onto the floor. Your lips connected, your pants and moans filled the expensive bathroom. His hands groped your ass and you shivered under his touch. The paint mixed with the water on his skin.  "That's my good boy" you purred, "my excellent boy." You said with lust in your voice as you bounced on his cock. He felt like a dream and his pants and moans. Your painted lips found his neck, he gripped onto your plush ass and tried to meet you pace. You left lipstick marks and bites on his neck as you thrusted up and down his length.  "Fucking hell baby" he groaned, you knew he was close to orgasm. You couldn't help it, you were a greedy woman. You loved the touch of his body against yours.  "That's my good boy" You purred as you continued to move, determined to reward him for being a good boy. You reached over and turned off the tap so no more water came out then your hands found Atsumu's shoulders again and you continued to ride him He made you feel incredible, in a way you could never describe. He was perfection in your eyes, every inch of toned skin, kissed with the sun and that bright blonde hair. It wasn't long before he was finishing inside of you and you were continuing to rise his cock until you hit your own orgasm. You let out a pleasured shout as you finished against his cock. He let out a low groan and relaxed in the water as you broke his brain from the orgasm you gave him. His hands dropped from your hips and relaxed in the water. You smiled and got off his lap. Then you started to clean him off as he started to recollect his thoughts. Even with pleasurable highs, you still wanted after care and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. You kissed his neck gently and got rid of marks on his skin. He looked angelic all blissed out with a stain of your lipstick on his lips. He was a good puppy, a good chew toy that you intended to keep for a long time

[faetarou]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝟑𝐚𝐦

pairing. miya atsumu x f!reader

warnings // disclaimers. swearing, uh, making out

wc. 1.1k

notes. i desire fluff and i haven't written atsumu in ages and i gotta practice writing shorter things so have me and my beloved cliche tropes

Y/L/N Y/N WOULD'VE LIKED TO have said that she wasn't awake at 2:37 am, but she was, and she greatly spited herself for it. Not that her current state of insomnia was exactly her fault. It was just one of those nights where one was inexplicably played by the real world, unable to close their eyes, stuck awake, out of a dream.

Before she could spiral further into those thoughts, a knock at her door almost shocked Y/N out of her skin. She slipped out of bed (she hadn't been asleep anyway, what was the point in pretending to be?), only taking a moment to adjust her oversized shirt-slash-pyjamas before swinging open the door.

"Why am I not surprised?" were the first words out of her mouth, as she closed her eyes and sighed.

Her boyfriend was still there when she opened them again, leaning against her doorframe with folded arms and an insufferable smirk that she hated herself for finding attractive. "And here I thought you'd be glad to see me, babe."

"Miya Atsumu," Y/N sighed. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"2:38 am," he answered without missing a beat. "Trust me, this is gonna be fun."

For some reason, she couldn't stop either her smile or her curiosity from spreading. "And what, pray tell, is 'this' gonna be, babe?"

"I'm glad you asked," he grinned, grabbing her hand and hauling her from her room, giving her only enough time to shut the door behind her.

Technically, it wasn't her room - she was staying at the Miya residence for a few days whilst her own home was being renovated, and thus 'her' room was actually their spare bedroom, but since she'd been dating Atsumu for over a year, it was as good as hers.

Y/N realised in a second where he was taking her - the kitchen - though it didn't exactly explain what they were doing. Their bare feet slapped just slightly on the tiles as they came to the actual kitchen area, Atsumu giggling quietly under his breath.

"Okay, Tsum, what are we doing?" Attempting to be serious and imposing, Y/N propped her hands on her hips, though she just succeeded in making herself start to giggle as well.

"Look what I found a couple minutes ago," her boyfriend responded instead, showing her his phone, clasped in the hand that wasn't holding hers.

She squinted at the screen, "... ghost cupcakes? Oh, fuck no, don't tell me you want to-"

"Yep!" he grinned widely, dropping her hand to scroll through the procedure. "We have everything, so it should be fun and easy."

Y/N inhaled deeply. "Atsumu. Tsum. Tsumie. I love you, but this is ridiculous. It isn't even 3 yet!"

"It will be by the time we're done," he winked, making her groan loudly. "Come on, Y/N, please? For me?"

When she met Atsumu's golden eyes again, she had to let out a long sigh, knowing she could never say no to her beloved boyfriend. And that was the worst part. "Well ... it is technically Halloween, isn't it?"

He laughed in victory, knowing how to spot acceptance when he saw it. "Yes, it is. You in?"

"I guess so," she grumbled, pretending that she wasn't smiling and just a little excited by this clandestine baking endeavour. "Okay, read out the ingredients, lets get everything ready first."

They got out all the components quickly enough, though Y/N was already having second thoughts when she realised they needed an electric mixer for the icing. The thought of Atsumu's mother, the lovingly dubbed 'Mama Miya', waking up and cracking the shits at them for using an electric kitchen appliance at 3 in the morning wasn't exactly on her list of top ten Halloween events.

"Okay," she whispered. "Grab me the butter, dry ingredients first."

Working together, they managed to follow the recipe to the letter (mostly thanks to the power of Y/N's 'absolutely not' glare when Atsumu began to eye the flour like it was a registered weapon), with the occasional sweet cheek-kisses between steps.

Even after months, they still hadn't lost their endearing love towards each other, despite the many people who's insisted that a high school relationship wouldn't last.

"Look at us go, babe," Atsumu grinned proudly as they slid their tray of cupcakes into the oven. "That only took, like, twenty minutes."

Y/N did experience a flicker a pride, though she only showed it through a small curve of her lips (even though he could see straight through that). "Yeah. All that's left is ... the icing."

He referred back to their recipe. "Oh, easy - it's just sugar and butter and a bit of vanilla essence. The black parts we use letter icing for, which we've got in the pantry."

She nodded in understanding, retrieving the final ingredients ... and the dread electric mixer. Swallowing a sudden nervousness in her throat, she weighed out the sugar, butter, and vanilla essence into a bowl, wincing in hesitation before thinking fuck it and thrusting the mixer into the bowl.

Y/N barely stopped herself from screeching and waking up Osamu and Mama Miya as she miscalculated and beat the icing mixture at entirely the wrong angle.

Though she managed to wrangle it into a fluffy icing, she accidentally ended up splattering both in the white mess, it going all over her face and the shocked-into-silence Atsumu's blond hair. Trying her hardest not to giggle, she choked out an apology, but halted when her boyfriend turned to her with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"You've got icing, right there."

With warning, Atsumu grabbed Y/N's face in his hands, pulling her forwards to slam his mouth on hers. She almost collapsed, saved by one of his muscular arms wrapping around her back, his tongue swiping over her lips, in her mouth, collecting all the icing he could reach, and then drawing back with a smug smirk, leaving her to flush and stutter.

"Jerk," she finally managed to get out, when her heart had slowed from its supersonic pace.

"Yeah, your jerk, your problem," he grinned, scrunching his nose in his cute way. "Now, let's ice those cupcakes, hmm?"

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[skychasezone]

Miya waited eagerly, parked in the family's new soccer mom van. It was something Yasmine had teased her about previously--having exchanged her Ninja for something so out of character for her--but they all knew it was nothing but jest. A 2019 Toyota Sienna Le was hardly something she would have considered in her grittier youth, but after having the greatest joy in her life bless her, she wouldn't dare put her life at risk. She wanted to be there for Sokha--and Asha--every step of the way.

And Miya was no goddess--no immortal who could do no wrong. She had more than her fair share of mistakes and regrets, but in spite of everything that happened, the love around her was strong enough to pick her up and lead her back towards the right path. Markus and Kerven were large parts of what held her together in her teens. However the greatest influence on her, unsurprisingly, was her beloved. Asha had been nothing but patient and understanding. It was clear that the two of them wanted to grow, both individually and together; and they did just that. Fast forward to the moment, and they have a loving family, with a first grader that needed to be picked up from class.

It was a typically hot day in Miami--the warm stickiness from the humidity was always something that people were aware of, but those accustomed to it never let it break into a sweat. Even so, Miya kept the AC running as she waited, lightly tapping her fingers along to the songs on the Spotify playlist Asha made for her. She didn't know what kind of day Sokha had, and at the very least she wanted to give them a comfortable space.

A small smile found its way to Miya's face as she reminisced on the days where Asha would do the same for her. On days where they'd both go to the gym, Asha had always insisted on driving so they could both have a nice ride back home, singing along horribly to whichever oldie Asha had playing. And of course, Asha always made sure the AC was on. There was nothing better than being greeted by cold air after a long workout. It was one of the small signs of affection that Asha showed; little details that others would overlook or not even bother with.

So whether or not Sokha knew, it was something Miya had learned and wished to share too.

A sudden ringing pulled Miya's attention from her daydream. She looked out through the windshield and saw children running excitedly to their parents. There was a waiting area out in the front of the school where parents could wait around for their kids, but it was reserved for kindergartners only. Probably to ease their anxieties about having to walk around and find their parents' cars. It was unfortunate that she couldn't wait out front for Sokha, but she understood that too many parents waiting around was a potential fire hazard. Plus, Sokha drew a good amount of enjoyment from searching for where she parked. It was almost like an extra treasure hunt or something, except instead of finding treasure at X marks the spot, it was mom's van.

A distinct pink shirt caught Miya's attention as it walked around the crowd. Sokha's new favorite color was pink, even though it had been red just a few weeks ago. Miya couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride at her child sharing the same taste as her. But of course, children were always absorbing new things and finding different things to enjoy. She remembered when her favorite color shifted a lot as a kid, too. For a good while it depended on which power ranger was the coolest in the season, before she ended up favoring red permanently. She wanted to say the same applied to Sokha, but she knew that they had developed the preference for pink because Asha's carnations had bloomed, and they were amazed at how pretty the flowers were. And...naturally, children wanted anything and everything in their favorite color. So when Sokha asked to go shopping to pick out a few new clothes in pink, how could she and Asha not cave in? They knew they were a little more giving when it came to Sokha's wishes, but Sokha was a miracle that both of them had never dreamed could happen to them. So they spoiled them a bit. Maybe a little more than a bit, but they always taught Sokha to be humble and thankful, so it was alright. Right?

A knock on the passenger's window grabbed Miya's attention and she turned her head to find Sokha peeking through. They were still a little too short to see completely past the door, but they jumped up and down to make sure they could see Mom.

Rolling down the window, Miya called out to them.

"Hey baby, how was your day? And you know you still can't sit in the front," she said with a smile. The back door slowly slid open and she turned around to watch Sokha hop in. Their little sneakers were covered in grass stains since the current PE unit was soccer, and maybe in a different life, she would have minded the stains tracking all over the car. But she loved Sokha much, much more than some car.

"Mom when can I sit in the front?"

Miya paused. She admittedly couldn’t remember when kids were allowed to sit up front. Something about a certain weight? Or was it height? Either way, it wasn’t any time soon. "When you're ten, I think? It's safer in the back for you," she finally got out.

"So it's not safe for you in the back?" they asked, looking up with curious eyes.

"It is! I can't stay back there and drive, though," Miya laughed.

"Mom when can I drive?"

Miya tapped her chin in thought. "Maybe when you're sixteen? It depends."

"So that means you're sixteen?" Sokha asked.

Sokha was so innocent and cute, Miya could never get upset with their curious little questions. "I used to be sixteen, Khakou."

Sokha gasped in amazement at the remark, their mouth forming a little circle as they moved to buckle themselves up in their car seat.

"Cool..." they finally settled on.

And with that, they made their way home.

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Having pulled into the driveway, both Miya and Sokha saw Asha's car already parked. After the initial wonder at their Mom being older than sixteen, Sokha dozed off into a little nap, tired from their adventures at school.

But as soon as the engine shut off Sokha woke up. Seeing Asha’s car parked out front, the excitement of Mama being home early was enough to pull them from their post nap haze. They quickly unbuckled their seat belt and waited for Mom to open the door for them (child safety lock being on and all), before dashing for the front door and repeatedly ringing the doorbell, leaving behind their backpack next to their car seat.

A warm figure opened the door soon after, her aura radiating love and kindness, and even though Miya was still locking the car and putting up the sunshades, just the sight of her made her heart flutter.

"Mama!!!" Sokha shouted, before being scooped up into Asha's arms. A quick kiss was planted on their forehead as Asha hoisted them up onto her waist.

"How was my little baby's day?" she asked, voice calming Sokha's nerves immediately.

Sokha was all giggles and laughs. "It was gooood," they drawled out, the way kids do when they're trying to think while the words are already coming out.

"What was so good about it?" Asha asked sweetly, freeing an arm to blow a kiss towards her wife. She was always intent on making sure Sokha truly talked to them. As a therapist she saw the importance of communication and how early problems can carry over. So she wanted to ensure that their child felt nothing but comfortable when talking to them, and that Sokha didn't feel like a burden when sharing their feelings.

"Like, today we learned about dinosaurs, and the T-Rex was...the KING of dinosaurs," Sokha smiled.

Miya walked up to the pair, Sokha's backpack in hand, and gave each of them a kiss--Sokha on the cheek and Asha on the lips. "What makes the T-Rex the king?" she asked.

"Well," Sokha started, "it was big and strong, and it ate other dinosaurs with its big teeth." They pulled their lips back to show their own teeth, a few having fallen out, leaving gaps and giving Sokha that iconic little kid smile.

Asha stepped aside to let her wife in and closed the door behind her. "You have big teeth too, Sokha. Are you going to eat other dinosaurs and be a king?"

Miya made sure the door was locked before following Asha and Sokha to the family room. Sokha was still clinging to Asha, even though they were six now. Not that it mattered. They both knew of parents that refused to hold their children because they'd reached a certain age. The worst part was that it was out of shame. To feel ashamed to hold your own kid, because they were "supposed to grow up." How ridiculous. The way the two of them saw it, they'd hold Sokha as long as they had the strength to, no matter Sokha's age. Weening children from something like physical touch and affection all because of societal shame seemed so wrong.

Sokha thought Asha's question over, not entirely sure what they really wanted. "No..." they finally got out. "I don't want to be mean."

"Even if it means being king?" Miya asked.

"Yeahhhh," Sokha said, resting their head against Asha's collar.

Asha smiled at their child's sincerity. She knew Sokha was humble in nature, but it was good to see that she and Miya's careful parenting seemed to affect Sokha positively. They didn't want to raise their child to strive to rise above others. A lot of parents only wanted the best for their children, but they raised them with the wrong ideals--to want to rise to the top and be respected through power or riches, instead of for their character.

"Well that's good," Asha chimed in, bringing a hand to lightly pinch at Sokha's cheek. They still had their baby fat and it was simply irresistible to not poke and prod at their cute little cheeks. "What good is a king if he's mean?"

"Yeah!!" Sokha yelled suddenly.

It made Miya laugh lightly to herself as she set Sokha's backpack down. The warmth and love that radiated off of Sokha was so much different than what she felt during her childhood. It was nice. More than that, it was...incredible. Her own childhood was so opposite of Sokha's, and when she and Asha first talked about starting a family, she knew she'd do everything in her power to give their child the childhood they deserved. Nothing but unconditional love and understanding...it was all she ever wanted, and now she had it, and gave it. To see such a healthy family, and to know that it was because of her and Asha's efforts was simply indescribable.

A sudden soft feeling against Miya's hand startled her and brought her out of her little daydream. She looked down to see Paka, the family's cat dog, walk by and move to meet Sokha; her tail swishing slightly in excitement. Paka wasn't really a cat dog, but she might as well have been. Savannah cats were large and had the tendency to follow their owners around the house, instead of the usual aloofness that was attributed to cats. Despite Paka's dog-like personality, she was still nervous around strangers, and would walk away to her own little corner if someone new was around.

"Paka!" Sokha shouted, squirming a little to let Asha know they wanted to be put down. Asha bent down and let Sokha run over to their expensive, unusual pet. Paka rubbed her head against Sokha's legs affectionately, and Sokha busied themselves with petting her in return.

"How was work?" Miya asked, taking her place by Asha's side.

Asha smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss, her hand resting on her wife's hip. "It was alright, not much new. One of my patients recently reconciled with their sibling and their mood improved drastically. So we had a nice session."

Even though they were almost a decade into their relationship together, every bit of affection and contact from Asha made her heart skip a beat. "Was that the one that was too stubborn to initially talk to them when you suggested it?"

"Yeah, but I don't hold anything against my patients. I understand how it's a situation I've never encountered, so I can't force them to do something they don't want to. I only give suggestions. They tend to open up after awhile and it's a very rewarding experience." Asha smiled, reaching for Miya's hand and bringing her knuckles to her lips. "Like a certain someone I know."

Miya couldn't help but grin at Asha's words. "It takes a certain kind of person to be able to listen so everyone else's problems. Just listening is such a hard thing for people to do, and you do it AND give advice to help them through it."

"I have my talents," Asha laughed. "But how was your day? Any trouble getting Sokha up in the morning?"

"Nah, they didn't give me any trouble. They sure were sleepy; we told them yesterday that staying up late to watch another episode of whatever it was they were watching would be bad. I still don't think they believe us though," she smiled. Miya was mostly a stay at home mom. She worked part time to supplement Asha's majority income; Muay Thai teacher from 6PM to 10PM, stay at home Mom the rest of the day. They didn’t really need the extra money, but Muay Thai was still a passion of hers. So if she couldn’t perform at a professional level herself, then why not share her skills with others? But even then, it wasn’t enough to make her truly consider a full time career as a coach. Their main priority was to ensure that one of them would always be with Sokha, so they wouldn't grow up lonely. And with Asha bringing in the big bucks, they could easily fit that schedule.

"Well maybe one day they'll learn. Or maybe one day we'll be stricter on them." Asha's thumb brushed across the back of Miya's hand one last time before she let go. "Sokha said they wanted to make their lunch tomorrow with us. Want to join?"

Miya looked over to the family room, where Sokha was still petting Paka; only now, Potato rolled over to join them.

"Sure. Did they ask for anything in particular?"

"No, not really," Asha paused. "Other than a bag of chips, they said they just wanted to watch us make their lunch."

Miya raised a brow. "They just wanna watch us?"

"Mhm. You've been out late recently with all the students asking you for advice after class, and Sokha misses watching you make lunch for them, cause you do it in the morning while they're getting ready."  A small smile reached Asha's lips at just how much affection Sokha needed, and how they were so comfortable in talking about what was bugging them. "Our baby misses you, Miya, even when you're here most of the day."

A slight tremble found its way to Miya's lips at the thought of her slight absence affecting Sokha so much. "Well, what if we make an early dinner today with them too? I didn't mean to neglect them..."

"I know you didn't. You didn't know it was affecting them. I'm sure they'll appreciate being able to help out in the kitchen too."

The two of them looked over to Sokha again, their little kid playing so happily with Potato and Paka. Sokha was so full of love. And they'd do everything to cultivate that and let them grow to be a kind person.

"What do you see, Asha," her voice dropped to a whisper, "when you look at Sokha. What does it make you think?"

Asha's eyes followed Sokha, their little hands switching between gently petting Paka and patting Potato's rump. "I see...a child filled with love, and everything along the way that led to this."

Miya turned her gaze to Asha.

"I see," Asha continued, "the first time I saw you at the gym, the first time I considered a romance with you. I see the first time we went on a date, the first time we moved in together. I see the day you suffered a broken leg and the aftermath of it. I see the pain and loneliness we both felt, but even then, I still see the day you proposed to me, along with the day we both said I do. And I see the day we both sat down and talked about the possibility of a family."

Asha paused. "When they smile, their eyes lift up the same way yours do. And when they laugh, their nostrils flare a little the way mine do. Their lips are so full and plump, like yours--"

"Yours are the same, you can't give me all the credit," Miya smiled.

"Patience Miya." Asha's own smile shone as she playfully slapped her wife's arm. "Their lips are full like yours, and their hair is thick like mine. They have my beauty mark, and a mix of both of our skins. When I see Sokha, I see everything we've been through, and the love we have; how it all turned into another soul, already so full of love and kindness. It's a miracle, and it's a privilege, to have had Sokha. And I wouldn't have liked to share the experience with anybody else," Asha stopped to turn to Miya, "than with you."

Sokha took that exact moment to turn around to look at the two of them.

"Mom why are you crying?" they asked worriedly.

Miya couldn't help but smile at both Sokha's sincerity and Asha's soul baring words. She didn't bother wiping away at the tears welling up in her eyes, because she found no shame in crying--especially not when they were tears of joy.

"Mama just said something really sweet to me, Sokha. And I love you so much, it...made me cry," Miya reasoned.

"But don't you only cry when you're sad?" Sokha asked.

"Not always. Sometimes when you feel so good, you don't know what else to do but cry. And that's okay." A little sniffle made Miya pause, but she continued, trying to find a way to explain it to Sokha. "Have you ever laughed so hard your eyes watered, Khakou?"

Asha smiled at the interaction. The two of them always tried their best to explain things in terms Sokha would understand, and she felt as though Miya would nail this explanation too.

"Yeah one time, when Paka was carrying Potato by right here," Sokha moved over to point at Potato's scruff, "Potato farted and it scared Paka and Paka, she jumped and ran away. But it was, was like Potato's fault and she still holded onto Potato."

Asha herself couldn't help but laugh at the retelling. Sokha had a bad habit of slipping people food out for Potato and it resulted in a more active...gastrointestinal tract. They both lectured Sokha on why they couldn't give Potato their food all the time, and it seemed to have gotten through after they explained that Sokha wouldn't eat Potato's kibble, so Potato shouldn't eat their food. Plus, Potato was on a strict diet since she couldn't move very much. They didn't want to give her even more health problems.

Miya let out a little huff of air at Sokha's memory. She was there when it happened. Watching Paka run around fearfully with Potato in her mouth, while Potato seemed to be having the time of her life, was very amusing.

"Well it's like that," Miya started. "I was just so happy, I couldn't help but cry."

Sokha stood up and walked over to the two of them, their little arms wrapping around one of each of their legs in an attempt to hug them both. "I wanna be so happy I cry too." They looked up at their parents with a smile.

Asha and Miya simultaneously cooed at their child's display of affection.

"Here, why don't we all do something together then?" Miya asked, picking Sokha up and letting them rest on her hip. "Mama told me you missed me. You don't have to be shy; you can tell me whenever anything is bugging you, Khakou."

"I know but...I keep forgetting and I'm too sleepy to wake up in the morning," they frowned.

"And that's why Mama had to come to the rescue," Asha chimed in with a smile. She patted Sokha's back. "But remember, you never have to hide anything from us, okay Khakou? If anything is bothering you, you can tell us. Promise?"

Sokha looked at Asha curiously, as if she'd somehow lie about something so important. "Can we make it a piiiiinky promise?" They held their pinky out and stuck their hand out towards Asha.

Asha quickly stuck her own pinky out and wrapped it around Sokha's. "It's a pinky promise," she smiled.

Miya followed the same gesture. "Now, what do you want to make for dinner, Sokha? We'll make your lunch afterwards when we're done eating."

Sokha's eyes lit up at the freedom to pick whatever they wanted for dinner. "I want...dinosaur meat."

Miya blinked in surprise. "Dinosaur meat?"

"Yeah!!! Like," Sokha paused and squirmed a bit before Miya let them down. When they were free they ran to get a piece of paper from their backpack, and returned with some crayons. They went over to the dining table and climbed atop a chair; their crayon quickly scribbling and sketching a little drawing of what seemed like a chunk of meat with a bone through it. "Like this!" Sokha finally finished.

Asha and Miya looked the drawing over, both unsure of what kind of meat would ever look like that. The closest thing Asha could envision was maybe fried chicken? Maybe a drumstick or two for Sokha while she and Miya had the wings or thighs. They never bothered buying chicken breast anymore.

"I don't think--" Miya started, only to be lovingly interrupted by Asha.

"I think we can make it no problem. Do you want to help, Sokha? You can pretend like you're a T. rex," Asha said.

"YEAHH!!" Sokha screamed, standing a little on the chair cause they were so excited.

Miya looked over at Asha with a little confusion. Her voice was just above a hush as she spoke to Asha. "Asha how are we gonna make it?"

Asha smiled as she watched Sokha run and grab Potato and tell her about how they were gonna have dinosaur meat for dinner. "We still have drumsticks right?"

"Yeah, we do. OHH I gotcha," Miya grinned. "Fried, right?"

"Mhm," Asha replied.

"Well let's get everything out then. Do you wanna prep and I batter and fry, or which would you prefer?" Miya had no preference for either, but she wanted to make sure Asha didn't work too hard considering she had already worked the entire day.

Asha tapped her finger against her chin. "Why don't you batter and fry? Sokha would probably want to help with that, and they're doing this cause they miss you, after all."

Miya smiled at that. "I'm getting showered with a lot of attention. You gotta step your game up if you wanna get that mom of the year mug," she laughed.

Asha feigned a gasp. "That's unfair; Sokha sees less of you since they're at school all day. That's why they miss you, Mom of the year runner up," Asha grinned.

It was Miya's turn to gasp as she imagined a cup with ‘world's #2 Mom’ or something along those lines on it. Their playful back and forth would have continued a little longer had it not been for Sokha running up with Potato.

"Mom!! Mama!! Can Potato watch us make the dinosaur meat? I told her she could...even though I didn't ask," they looked towards the ground dejectedly.

Asha raised a brow at the idea of putting a dog up on the counter while preparing food. It wasn't a thought she'd entertain, but she didn't have to hand the news to Sokha rudely. "Aw baby, we can't put Potato on the counter. She has a lot of germs rolling around on the ground all day and we don't want them getting in our food. I'm sure she'd be happy to play with Paka in the meantime," Asha smiled apologetically, rubbing Sokha's back.

"Okay!" Sokha smiled, their mood taking no hit at all. It seemed they were more guilty about committing to something before asking. They went to the living room couch and gently placed Potato on a pillow, leaving her be with a little kiss on her head. Her tail started wagging, and, unfortunately her wiggles made her lose her balance and slide off the pillow. But she didn't seem to mind; her tail still thumped against the couch all the same.

Sokha ran back up to their parents, their hands outstretched, gesturing for someone to pick them up. "I wanna sit on mom's shoulders."

Miya happily obliged, bending down to pick them up and hoisting Sokha up behind her neck. "Hold on tight, okay?" she asked, holding onto Sokha's knees just to add more security.

Asha looked at the two of them with a smile, before opening the fridge and looking around for the ingredients they'd need to make dinner.

Their home was so happy--so full of love and warmth and security. It was something that took time to cultivate; all of it starting with her and Miya's relationship, but it was something she'd relive over and over again if she could. All the hardships and good times led to smiles and unending affection. It was something that she knew didn't happen magically; love had to be nurtured and tended to, or else it would shrivel and wither away. It was a lesson Miya knew all too well, but, Miya was no longer a Srey. The Sarrs loved differently, and she'd ensure they all worked towards creating a home filled with unconditional love.