Thread by @kazzys_wx

#Mamaxianseason

Lwj opens the front door and is immediately greeted by the sight of his husband rocking their new born to sleep while pacing in the living room.

“I’m home,” lwj murmurs softly.

wwx stops his humming, turning to face lwj.

His face breaks out into a sweet smile. “You’re home. How was work?”

Lwj toes his shoes off and hangs his coat up on their coat rack. “It was fine,” he says, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to his husbands cheek, and then their baby’s soft head.

“It was mostly meeting’s today.”

“Xichen-ge didn’t overwork you too much, did he?” wwx playfully asks, smirking.

Lwj huffs, wrapping an arm around wwx’s waist. “No.”

He leans in closer, inhaling that milky baby scent that wwx now seem’s to always carry.

Ever since his pregnancy and and the birth of their son, wwx has smelt like milk. Perhap’s it is because he is nursing their child directly, or because their little A-Yuan is always with him.

He hopes the smell never goes away.

He loves that his husband smells like this.

“Are you sniffing me?” wwx asks incredulously.

Lwj hums deep in his chest. “You smell like milk.”

wwx rubs at their sons back comfortingly. “You can’t have any yet. A-Yuan still has to feed tonight.”

“I will wait my turn,” lwj says.

wwx hums in agreement and then turns to head down the hallway. “Come with me to put him to sleep.”

A-Yuan’s crib is sat comfortably next to wwx’s side of the bed. wy refused to let their baby sleep in

a different room—said it was too western and that it doesn’t let him bond with the baby. They don’t mention how A-Yuan ends up sleeping with them in their bed even with the crib.

wwx looks sweet though. Gentle, and cozy, with his soft and long hair let down to his waist,

one of lwj’s sweaters drowing his frame, his long shapely legs on display.

He looks like a mother, lwj thinks. A mother he’d like to—

“Say goodnight to diedie, A-Yuan,” wwx coo’s to their yawning son.

Lwj looks down at their baby, taking in his chubby cheeks, soft short hair, and chubby limbs.

A-Yuan is the living essence of their love, and the other half of lwj’s heart that isn’t already with wwx belongs to their son now.

He yearns for more. More proof of their love for

each other.

He wonders how many kids wwx wants.

“Goodnight, A-Yuan,” lwj croons, gently stroking their sons head.

wwx makes a pleased little sound, doe eyes staring warmly at lwj.

“I love seeing you with him,” wwx tells him.

“You are....a dilf,” wwx says.

Lwj raises an eyebrow at him. “Then that makes you a milf.”

wwx snorts, covering his mouth with the back of his fingers. “I’m a mom you’d like to fuck?”

“Yes. Every day. Every hour.”

wwx narrows his fox like eyes at him seductively. “Should we make use of the sofa?”

Lwj is much too eager to ravish his husband. He ushers him out of their bedroom, taking the baby monitor with them and gently closing the door.

It’s just too bad that A-Yuan wakes up right as

lwj is about to enter wwx. His husband pushes him away and leaps up to go attend their child.

So this is the woes of fatherhood—well, lwj wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Especially when he gets to see wwx sweetly soothing their son.