|Baby no Basuke| Murasakibara x Reader

You were always partial to Atsushi’s issues when it came to eating snacks. It seemed to be an obsession, borderline addiction after considering how often he’d eat them. You were thankful for it at times during the pregnancy, knowing there was never a time you were craving something and he didn’t provide (though he didn’t exactly enjoy sharing his snacks with you all the time).

However, as you lifted your daughter out of her crib that morning, you were reminded why you weren’t always a fan of his snacking habits.

“Oof…! Goodness, Shizu. Have you gained more weight?” You examined your child with amusement in your eyes, and of course frustration; Atsushi had a habit of eating snacks and feeding them to her, now that she was old enough to chew and swallow. “At least two pounds, by the looks of it.”

Shizuka was a sweet, purple-haired and chubby-cheeked baby just like anyone else’s, but it wasn’t hard to tell she was pretty well fed. The plump thighs that mothers loved to squeeze were a big bigger than most, and you were worried she’d start out life with more risk for health problems than others, not to mention weighing a lot more than was considered a healthy number.

Atsushi, on the other hand, just enjoyed sharing his food with her. You weren’t too jealous, seeing what it was doing to your child.

“We’re going to have a long conversation with your father, today.” You promised her, “There’s no way I’m letting him spoil you with more snacks.”

“Uh?” Shizuka’s bleary, droopy eyes turned hopeful at the sound of the key word, and you sighed. He really was giving her too much.

“No, Shizu. You’re not getting any right now.” You told her, heading down the steps and straight for the kitchen. Atsushi was already there, cooking something that looked fairly yummy with his eyes half-open and his hair tied back in an extremely sloppy ponytail.

The joys of fatherhood had relinquished his desire to put effort into his looks, at least in the mornings.

“Good morning, fatty.” You poked his side, walking by with your child tucked in your arms. Atsushi grunted, hardly sparing a glance as he flipped whatever fried in the pan.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Know what else isn’t nice? Overfeeding your daughter with S-N-A-C-K’s.” You spelled out the word for fear of triggering Shizu, but to no avail.

“You mean snacks?”

“Ah?!” Shizuka perked up even more, knowing her father was sure to give her something if he said the word. You glared at him.

“I was trying to avoid saying that.” You snapped, settling your daughter in her highchair. “I also wanted to talk to you about it. You need to start rationing out how much she eats.”

“Eh? Why’s that? Shizu-chan likes them.” He reasoned, taking the meticulously prepared breakfast and setting it across two plates. “She eats even more of them than you did when you were pregnant.”

“That’s the problem. She’s eating way too many snacks than are considered healthy for her age. If you keep this up she’s going to have a ton of health problems by the time she’s five. That, and you’re spoiling her appetite.”

“I doubt that.” He said coolly, placing an omelette in front of you and at his place. You eyed him warily, watching as he took one of the puréed baby food jars and popped the lid, holding it out for Shizuka to take. “See? She’s eating just fi-”

“-Blah!” Shizuka interrupted her father by smacking the jar away, spilling some of the mashed peach and nectarines onto the table...and Atsushi’s eggs.

You looked up at him smugly. “See? Told you.”

“If you’re so smart, you feed her.” He set the peaches in front of you, retrieving the little plastic spoon required for feeding a fussy, purple-haired girl.

“It’s because you said the s-word that she doesn’t want it, anymore. She’s been spoiled with snacks.”

“Is it really that bad, though?” Atsushi questioned blandly, gaze completely focused on the omlette in front of him. It was half-gone before you even had a chance to respond.

“It is if she gets diabetes because of your apathy towards your child’s wellbeing.”

“It’s not that I don’t care, it’s because I care too much. Shizu-chan has to experience the joys of snack-”

“-AAAH!”

“-ing before all my favorite brands get replaced with something else in the future.”

“You’re thinking too far ahead.” You deadpanned, finishing up your own breakfast. “Look, just do me a favor and play with Shizuka a little today, okay? Try and get her to move some, expend some energy. I’ve got a meeting with Momoi today, so you’re stuck with Shizuka for the day.”

“I will not be ‘stuck’ with Shizu-chan; she is a blessing.” He responded simply enough, bringing something like a smile from your lips.

Breakfast was done fast enough, and Shizuka somehow coerced into eating her’s (though she was much less enthusiastic about it).

After quickly getting dressed and managing to squeeze Shizuka into one of her onesies, you passed her off to her extremely tall father. “You sure you can handle Shizuka on your own?”

“Not really. We’ll see what happens.” He replied, lifing Shizuka onto his shoulders and thumping into the living room. “Be safe while you’re gone.”

“Will do.” You smiled, waving goodbye to your family. “Be good, you two.”

And with that, the purple pair was left alone.

“...So, Shizu-chan. Your Mama thinks you’re getting too fat.” Atsushi mused, sounding bored as he lay on the carpet. He transitioned Shizuka from his shoulders to the air, holding her over his head as he fell back on her favorite pillow. “You look fine to me. Maybe a little chubby, but that’s cute for babies, right?”

Shizuka babbled in response, waving her arms around and swatting at his hands. Atsushi lowered her to the floor, letting her sit beside him and wander around.

“I think you’re cute. I could eat you up.” He mused, watching as she began exploring the living room. He flopped over on his stomach, watching her from over his pillow with lazy eyes. Despite a baby’s normal amount of energy, he noticed that his daughter had a tendency to be just as slow-paced as he was.

Whether that was because they ate the same snacks or what, he didn’t know.

‘Speaking of snacks…’ His gaze wandered to the secret basket of various snack foods he kept in the entertainment center. ‘I could go for one or two…’

He reached over and pulled the basket to himself, removing the skillfully placed blankets and revealed the treasure trove of snack bags and candy. He would’ve smiled, it looked so good.

“Dada!!” Shizuka squealed, looking at her father from her seat across the living room. He glanced up at her, seeing her crawl furiously towards him and
the basket of goodies.

“You want some?” He asked, taking a bag of chips and cracking them open. “...Ah, but (Name) said you can’t have any.”

She immediately whined in protest, reaching for his bag with teary eyes. It was Atsushi’s one weakness; he could stand a lot of things, but rarely could he ever manage seeing you or Shizuka crying.

It was when she sniffled that he lost all semblance of parental firmness.

“Fine, fine. One bag can’t hurt.”

He proceeded to break your sacred law and shared a couple chips with Shizuka, who was happy to munch on the cripsy potatoes that took two little hands to hold.

“...Cute.” He mumbled, watching her munch along from his comfortable pillow. His eyelids grew heavy despite how enamored he was with his daughter. It was fairly early in the morning, after all. He needed a nap…

“Your Mama won’t mind if I doze a little, right? It’s not like you’re going to do anything if I take a nap. S’bout time you took one too, though.” He figured, and carefully lifted Shizuka from her seat and onto his back. After dutifully turning on her cartoons, he settled in for a solid, perfect nap.

‘Baby’s fed, watching TV, and safe and sound. Mission accomplished.’ He thought to himself, nuzzling into the soft fabric. Just before he dozed off, he felt Shizuka shifting on top of him, curling up on top of him and snuggling into his shirt.

Unbeknownst to his daughter, Atsushi smiled to himself. Reaching back, he ruffled her purple peach fuzz with nimble fingers, finally slipping into a restful sleep.

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“…Atsushi? I’m home. Where are you…and… Ah. The koala papa has struck again.” You snickered to yourself seeing the two sleeping on the floor.

‘Wait a second…are those chips on the floor?’

“ATSUSHI!!”

“H-huh…?”

“You gave Shizuka snacks?!”

“…No.”

“Don’t lie to me, I see them right there!”

“She was hungry.”

“And now I’m angry!”

“…Sorry.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m sorry, because now you can both go without dessert, tonight.”

“Noooo… Not the dessert~”

“You could at least try to sound a little more devastated about it, you big lug…”

~Ende~