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//dad!aomine daiki x mum!reader
Silence.
The orange, tacky ball lingered with suspense over the hoop's ring. The whole audience was rendered silent as the final, awaited, decisive moment of the game had finally come. Had someone dared to ruin the tense atmosphere of that moment, you were sure your husband would've punched the person square in the face by the way his fists were balled in front of his chest and he looked out upon the brightly illuminated court.
You had nothing on your husband, but you were just as thrilled and caught up in the moment to care. Your little baby had just thrown the last shoot of his first official game and everyone was waiting with their heart drumming in their ears for the outcome of the throw.
The ball went round.
And round.
A shrill shriek of the time buzzer resonated through the hall, though nobody paid it any mind. Everyone's gaze was focused on the ball as its circulation delayed and it slowly came to a stop on the ring.
Into the basket.
The checkered net came up, the ball hit the ground and for a second nobody knew what to do as the thump of the ball's collision with the floor echoed through the hall.
That was till a bright smile erupted on your son's tanned face and the audience bursted out in cheers and yells for your son's team.
''Hell yeah! That's my boy!''
Your husband's voice was the loudest and most excited one of them all, pumping his fists in the air in delectation of your offspring's victory. All you could do was sigh deeply in unwitting relief and smile at your son as he searched for the both of you from where he was glomped by his teammates. Holding out his small fist once he'd found you, he flashed you the brightest, most content smile you'd ever seen. It goes without saying it took both you and your husband about 0,1 seconds to lift your fists and let the ghost of your gesture connect it with that of today's number one player.
And as the audience chanted your son's name, you looked to your right side where your proudly standing husband was. You wrapped an arm around his waist and cheekily tilted your head to search for his eyes.
''Daiki?'' you chuckled, ''You look like you're about to cry.''
Swinging an arm around your neck, he looked away, growling, ''I'm not g-gonna c-cry.''
''It's okay,'' you laughed shakily, ''I feel so happy and proud, I think I'm gonna burst.''
You stood there watching over your happily smiling son, till your husband swiftly took hold of your hand and pulled you behind him as he ran down the stairs to the court. He ignored all the people who tried to stop him for a signature or picture, while you just apologetically bowed your head in their direction - although you were careful not to trip and make your way down the stairs by the help of gravity instead of your feet.
''Oi, Yuudai!''
''Mum! Dad!'' your son called out as he ran over in his brand-new blue and white jersey, number six printed on his shirt: the number he'd hoped to get just like his father when he was in middle school.
Daiki bent through his knees and swiftly lifted your son up to sit on his broad shoulders and held onto his kid's smaller hands for support. Camera lights flickered in their direction and you just figured you'd stand to the side as they stood in their respective spotlight of fame; the Generation of Miracles' ace happily attending his son's first official game and victory would probably be up in the tabloids for a while, you reckoned.
''Come on, mum!'' your boy smiled brightly and held out his hand to you, ''I want a picture with the three of us!''
Figuring that in this chaos of happiness and cheers it'd be best to just go along with it, you made your way over to the middle of the court, proudly - albeit a little awkward - completing your little happy family.
Looking up at your blue-haired boy, he met your gaze and you smiled softly, ''I'm really proud of you, Yuudai.''
Daiki snickered, ''Now who's the one that's going to cry?''
You pouted, ''Oh, shut up, you.''
After a while of being completely blinded by the lights, flashes and overall brightness of the moment, you and your two men slowly got off court.
''Oh, Dad, wait,'' Yuudai halted his father and got off his shoulders. He sprinted to the other side of the court and while the both of you were distraught for a moment, you quickly seemed to catch on.
''Great game today, man!'' he held out a hand to the captain of the other team. The brunette boy seemed to try his best not to cry, but as he returned Yuudai's genuine smile and shook his hand, an uncontrollable tear rolled down his cheek.
The boy replied, ''Yeah! You too, congratulations!''
An elbow poked you softly in the ribs.
''I think we did an amazing job.''
You turned to look at your husband who was slowly intwining his fingers with yours as you stood at the exit of the court. The genuine, almost automatic impulse of his thoughts forming themselves into words, had you speechless for a second. However, you couldn't agree more.
Daiki looked down at you, contentment written all over his features. You nodded in agreement and stood on your toes to give your husband a kiss, one that seemed appropriate for the gravity that led you to one another in that situation, without needing as much as the usual words to display your everlasting love.
''Blegh.''
Leaning back from your short kiss, your son came to stand between you with his tongue poking out in feigned disgust.
A large, tanned hand ruffled your boy's small tresses and a dazzling smile was given back, ''Good job, little man.''
Yuudai chuckled, ''Thanks, Dad.''
Silence.
The orange, tacky ball lingered with suspense over the hoop's ring. The whole audience was rendered silent as the final, awaited, decisive moment of the game had finally come. Had someone dared to ruin the tense atmosphere of that moment, you were sure your husband would've punched the person square in the face by the way his fists were balled in front of his chest and he looked out upon the brightly illuminated court.
You had nothing on your husband, but you were just as thrilled and caught up in the moment to care. Your little baby had just thrown the last shoot of his first official game and everyone was waiting with their heart drumming in their ears for the outcome of the throw.
The ball went round.
And round.
A shrill shriek of the time buzzer resonated through the hall, though nobody paid it any mind. Everyone's gaze was focused on the ball as its circulation delayed and it slowly came to a stop on the ring.
Into the basket.
The checkered net came up, the ball hit the ground and for a second nobody knew what to do as the thump of the ball's collision with the floor echoed through the hall.
That was till a bright smile erupted on your son's tanned face and the audience bursted out in cheers and yells for your son's team.
''Hell yeah! That's my boy!''
Your husband's voice was the loudest and most excited one of them all, pumping his fists in the air in delectation of your offspring's victory. All you could do was sigh deeply in unwitting relief and smile at your son as he searched for the both of you from where he was glomped by his teammates. Holding out his small fist once he'd found you, he flashed you the brightest, most content smile you'd ever seen. It goes without saying it took both you and your husband about 0,1 seconds to lift your fists and let the ghost of your gesture connect it with that of today's number one player.
And as the audience chanted your son's name, you looked to your right side where your proudly standing husband was. You wrapped an arm around his waist and cheekily tilted your head to search for his eyes.
''Daiki?'' you chuckled, ''You look like you're about to cry.''
Swinging an arm around your neck, he looked away, growling, ''I'm not g-gonna c-cry.''
''It's okay,'' you laughed shakily, ''I feel so happy and proud, I think I'm gonna burst.''
You stood there watching over your happily smiling son, till your husband swiftly took hold of your hand and pulled you behind him as he ran down the stairs to the court. He ignored all the people who tried to stop him for a signature or picture, while you just apologetically bowed your head in their direction - although you were careful not to trip and make your way down the stairs by the help of gravity instead of your feet.
''Oi, Yuudai!''
''Mum! Dad!'' your son called out as he ran over in his brand-new blue and white jersey, number six printed on his shirt: the number he'd hoped to get just like his father when he was in middle school.
Daiki bent through his knees and swiftly lifted your son up to sit on his broad shoulders and held onto his kid's smaller hands for support. Camera lights flickered in their direction and you just figured you'd stand to the side as they stood in their respective spotlight of fame; the Generation of Miracles' ace happily attending his son's first official game and victory would probably be up in the tabloids for a while, you reckoned.
''Come on, mum!'' your boy smiled brightly and held out his hand to you, ''I want a picture with the three of us!''
Figuring that in this chaos of happiness and cheers it'd be best to just go along with it, you made your way over to the middle of the court, proudly - albeit a little awkward - completing your little happy family.
Looking up at your blue-haired boy, he met your gaze and you smiled softly, ''I'm really proud of you, Yuudai.''
Daiki snickered, ''Now who's the one that's going to cry?''
You pouted, ''Oh, shut up, you.''
After a while of being completely blinded by the lights, flashes and overall brightness of the moment, you and your two men slowly got off court.
''Oh, Dad, wait,'' Yuudai halted his father and got off his shoulders. He sprinted to the other side of the court and while the both of you were distraught for a moment, you quickly seemed to catch on.
''Great game today, man!'' he held out a hand to the captain of the other team. The brunette boy seemed to try his best not to cry, but as he returned Yuudai's genuine smile and shook his hand, an uncontrollable tear rolled down his cheek.
The boy replied, ''Yeah! You too, congratulations!''
An elbow poked you softly in the ribs.
''I think we did an amazing job.''
You turned to look at your husband who was slowly intwining his fingers with yours as you stood at the exit of the court. The genuine, almost automatic impulse of his thoughts forming themselves into words, had you speechless for a second. However, you couldn't agree more.
Daiki looked down at you, contentment written all over his features. You nodded in agreement and stood on your toes to give your husband a kiss, one that seemed appropriate for the gravity that led you to one another in that situation, without needing as much as the usual words to display your everlasting love.
''Blegh.''
Leaning back from your short kiss, your son came to stand between you with his tongue poking out in feigned disgust.
A large, tanned hand ruffled your boy's small tresses and a dazzling smile was given back, ''Good job, little man.''
Yuudai chuckled, ''Thanks, Dad.''
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i am so done
self-indulgence over 9000
do you guys like it when the writer chooses a name for the kid? i usually try to avoid it as much as possible, but it seemed fitting here idk
, now happy? <:Don't own the art~
Comments and the like much appreciated! <3
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Dad Daiki! Omg .... 😍😭