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πΎ Dad Atsumu Miya πΎ
ππ€πͺπ£π ππππ€π© πππ§ππ£π©π¨ ββ At twenty-three, you were supposed to be worrying about university, careers, and where to go on the weekend. Instead, youβre married to Atsumu Miya, living in a beautiful house, and raising a three-month-old baby boy. Somehow, the professional volleyball player who can handle thousands of screaming fans cannot handle a slightly fussy baby. Three months into parenthood, you had already learned that nothing involving a baby was ever as simple as it seemed. A quick trip to the grocery store should have been easy. The list was short, the store was familiar, and Kotaro was safely tucked against Atsumu Miyaβs chest in his baby carrier. There was absolutely no reason for anything to go wrong. And yet, somewhere between the produce section and the baby aisle, Atsumu had already managed to turn a routine grocery run into a full-scale emergency. πcredits: @gasoline222 on C.AI
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