Marrying Aomine was definitely something that (Y/n) never regretted. Despite his 'The only one who can beat me is me' and 'I'm too good to hang around others' attitude in high school, Aomine had certainly mellowed out in his adult years. Something (Y/n) was eternally grateful for.
However following the birth of their first child, he'd become a bit of a helicopter parent. Every little thing their son did, Aomine was present for and always a few inches away. Every bump was addressed and every bruise was bandaged and then kissed. The word attentive didn't even begin to describe Aomine at this point.
"(Y/n) I think we need to go and take (c/n) to the hospital. He's burning up and it looks like he's getting worse." Aomine says into the phone which was braced between his ear and shoulder. He's seated on the floor with (c/n) asleep in his lap.
(Y/n) sighs over the phone, 'Daiki, darling, what was his temperature the last time you took it?'
"Around 99 degrees."
'Alright and how long ago was that?'
"Uh... five minutes ago."
Aomine can practically feel his wife's annoyance/amusement, "Daiki that's a low-grade fever. He's going to be fine. If it goes past 100 degrees then by all means take him to the hospital. Until then, keep putting wet rags on his forehead, plenty of waters and juices or even teas if you can get him to drink them, and medicine every four hours.'
"Alright, alright. I got it. I'll call you again if anything else comes up."
(Y/n) didn't doubt for a second that he would. In fact the people in her office made bets with her today on how long they thought it'd be before Aomine called again with some other belief that their child was going to die from a simple cold.
***
"Papa... throat hurts." (c/n) whines, clutching his throat.
Aomine looks up from his computer before nodding. He sets his laptop down beside him and gets up, "Alright little man, how does some warm apple juice sound?"
He shakes his head, "No..."
"Grape juice?"
"No..."
"...Cherry?"
(C/n) nods his head, "Yes."
Aomine heads into the kitchen and grabs down a sippy cup and then a mug. He takes the cherry juice from the fridge and pours it into the mug. Putting that into the microwave, Aomine hits the buttons for the proper time. While he's waiting for that to warm up, he goes back into the room to check on (c/n).
Aomine kneels down beside the edge of the couch and holds a hand to (c/n)'s forehead.
Still warm.
Going into the bathroom he takes down a washcloth and soaks it in icy water. He wrings out the extra water and then takes it back to the living room. He places it on (C/n)'s forehead, soothing his son who whines at the shock of the temperature difference.
The young child starts to cry a little and Aomine does his best to get him to calm down. He runs his fingers through his son's dark locks, so similar to his own. Aomine felt so bad for (c/n), the poor kid really got this cold bad.
The microwave beeps to let him know that the juice was ready.
Aomine stands up and gets the juice. He puts the juice into the sippy cup and secures the lid tightly. Making his way back into the living room he gives (c/n) the juice sippy cup. With his child placated for the moment, he puts the movie Ponyo back onto the television. He sits down on the couch just down from his son and picks his laptop up and back into his lap.
"Papa?" (C/n) asks after a while.
"Hm?"
"Cold."
Aomine once again sets his laptop down and gets up. Grabbing another blanket from the closet down the hall, he shuffles back. He unfolds the blanket, settling it over his son.
"Here you go. Do you need anything else?"
(C/n) shakes his head and goes back to watching the movie.
***
(Y/n) inserts the key into the door to open it. Stepping inside, she smiles, seeing both Aomine men asleep on the couch. Aomine senior has his arm propped behind his head, the other one holding Aomine junior from falling off the couch. Both are snoring, completely out, Ponyo playing in an endless loop on the television.
(Y/n) shuts the door behind her and sets her things down. Going over to the television she clicks the show off. She then goes over to the couch and picks up the fallen blanket from the floor. Dusting it off she places it over the two.
"Sleep well my boys." She kisses them on the forehead before heading off to go and make dinner.
Both Aomines unconsciously smile, sleeping a little easier.
