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Could You Tag Me In Tribe Of Our Own?
Could you tag me in tribe of our own?
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Chapter One.
Summary: A typical morning in the home of the King and Queen of the Jabari. MβBaku seems to be sticking with the tradition of having a child every two years - but are you willing to have a sixth child?Β Β Pairing: MβBaku x Female Reader
Warnings: Slight NSFW reference (The full on smut will start in Chapter 3!), four little mini-MβBakuβs and one Mommaβs Boy toddler.Β Word Count:Β 1.5k
A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of my new series! This first part will be mainly an introduction to the hoard of new characters and the pace of your family. I will have a reference post up soon so you can keep track of which child is which, etc. I hope you enjoy!
One has no need for an alarm clock when youβre a mother of five.
Living in the heart of Gorilla City meant your home was seated comfortably at the peak of the mountains, giving you a beautiful and unobstructed view of the sunrise each morning. You had become accustomed to waking in the middle of the night to feed a screaming child, opening your eyes each morning when the first ray of light landed on your face. And as always β the first thing you saw was your handsome husband in the utmost state of relaxation.
While you had to design and create a giant mattress for your giant lover - somehow you always ended up curled up in the crook of his elbow. Even subconsciously while he slept, your husband kept you protectively close. And while you adored his vigilant nature towards you and your family⦠it did make it much harder to get out of bed in the mornings.
βMβBakuβ¦ my love. Time to start our day.β you whispered, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. Instead of loosening his grip like you hoped he would, MβBaku only pulled you closer to his chest.
βCan our day not wait?β His deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. βBetter yet β can we simply stay in bed all day?β You knew there was no way you could ignore either of your duties to the Jabari, and it was much easier to sleep in before you had children.
βYou and I both know that βstaying in bedβ only results in procreation,β you chided him. The logical point you made fell on deaf ears, his free hand landing on the stretch mark on your hip. βAh - but donβt you like the sound of that Y/N? Six is a nice, even number.β
βAnd what about the other five we have now? Best tend to them first before you want another.βΒ
MβBaku had always been eager to have a large family; it came as no surprise to you that he wanted a sixth child. It seemed every year and a half one or both of you would catch baby fever, and before you knew it your womb became home to another energetic little boy. Your sons grew more and more each day β and you did your best to provide them each with the attention and care every child needs.
βWhat can I do to convince you, my Queen?β MβBakuβs hand travelled south further down the length of your body, instinctively arching into his touch. His mouth was mere centimetres away from yours when he froze, giving you an apologetic smile as he scrambled to right himself. Β
Your husbandβs hearing was as accurate as ever. Not two seconds later did the doors of your bedroom opened with a start, a flying ball of energy landing knee-first on your husbandβs chest.
βOof! What is this, mi α»mα»kunrin (my son)? A surprise attack?β Bright eyed and bushy tailed as ever, your son Mobo grinned his spacy grin at the two of you. βNo, Baba! Wake up time!β
Mobo bounces in place once or twice, snatched up by two large hands and deposited in the middle of the mattress. You watch with a fond smile as the impending sense of doom registers in his dark eyes, his fatherβs hands digging into his sides without mercy.
βAah! Iya (mother) ! Iya, help!β The four year old pleads, only to have you stroke your chin in mock contemplation.
βI donβt knowβ¦ I hate picking sides between my boys.β Moboβs peals of laughter are met with deep chuckles from MβBaku, blowing raspberries on your sonβs belly for good measure. βBaba, stop! No more tickle monster please!β
βOh β I suppose I could stop. The tickle monster thought he heard your stomach rumbling.β MβBaku chuckles, tugging Moboβs sleeping shirt back into place. The poor boy was too winded to confirm or deny his fatherβs implication, flopping back onto your bed to catch his breath. Β
βIβm sorry, Iya.β A familiar voice spoke from your doorway. βI tried to tell him not to barge in.β Your eldest son stood in the doorway, stepping inside only once you beckoned him closer.
At ten years old Aremo was on the verge of puberty, slightly more reluctant to receive affection like the rest of your children. It was only a matter of time before your darling baby boy became a cauldron of rage and hormones β and would undoubtedly grow taller than you within the next year. But that didnβt stop you from sliding out from between the sheets, meeting your son halfway for a hug. Β Β
βItβs no trouble ololufe (sweetheart). We are having a slow start to the morning.β Your husband sat up with Mobo just in time to catch the pointed glare you shot at him. βCan you do your mother a favor and make sure these two monkeys get out of bed? You and your brothers need to be at your lessons in an hour.β Β Aremo straightens and nods, moving to your side of the bed to scoop up his brother.
βAll right, my love.β MβBaku finally concedes. βWe will meet you in the kitchen.β
With your husband keeping an eye on two of your sons, you wrap yourself in your robe and pad across the hall to the small nursery. Upon opening the door youβre immediately greeted by the sight of your youngest son hoisting himself into a standing position in his crib with his chubby little arms.
βIya!β He chirrups, immediately making grabby hands in your direction.
Your four other sons will flock to you whenever they scrape their knee or need a comforting hug - but otherwise worship the ground their father walks on. Little Tayo has remained the only true Mommaβs Boy, excited to see you every morning and always wanting to be around you.
βGood morning my beautiful boy!β You scoop him into your arms with a flourish. βAre you ready to go see Baba and your brothers?β Tayo was still too little to fully understand everything people said to him, but the words βBabaβ and βbrothersβ were familiar enough.
βBaba!β He repeats, leaning eagerly in the direction of the open door. βOh no - not so fast! First we have some duties to attend to here.β You carefully move your little boy onto the changing table, a little pout identical to your own staring back up at you.
βBoo.β Tayo huffs glumly. βI feel the same way, my boy.β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Ten minutes later you stood at the island of your kitchen, Tayo peacefully picking at his tray of blueberries. He didnβt need the extra protein you had prepared for the rest of your family, scattering an array of fruit atop yogurt and granola clusters in their bowls. Now that Mobo had reached the age where he could attend morning lessons, you were finally at the point where you could achieve some peace and quiet in your household.
- Some.
βHurry along, boys!β Tayo perked up at the sound of his fatherβs voice. βIya has breakfast waiting for you!β MβBakuβs voice is followed quickly by the man himself, ushering his dressed sons along. An overlap of morning greetings accompanied your children, each taking their favorite place at the table.
βIs that everyone?β You ask your husband, who bent down to give Tayoβs little cheeks a kiss. βYes my love, that is everyone.β
Aremo was already downing the contents of his glass of milk. Naade still appeared to be half asleep. Mobo was happily accepting one of the blueberries that Tayo offered, while MβBaku began to pass out the bowls of yogurt.
That added up to five boys total, leaving two chairs empty. It seemed you were the only one who noticed there was still someone missing for breakfast.
βBaba?β You giggled. βI do believe youβve forgotten someone.β The gears in his head began to churn while he set the bowls down, counting his sons down on one hand. Aremo came first, then Naade, and then the major oversight on his part.
βOh no,β he groaned, hurrying as fast as he dared back down the hallway. βSeye? Itβs time to get up!β While your husband tried to wrangle your middle child away from one of his books, you set the remainder of the table and joined your family.
βEat up everyone.β You encouraged, scooping up an adult sized clump of granola and chewing loudly. Maybe if you crunched hard enough you would be able to solve the problem plaguing your mind.
Would your family be able to handle a sixth child?
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Chapter One.
Summary: A typical morning in the home of the King and Queen of the Jabari. MβBaku seems to be sticking with the tradition of having a child every two years - but are you willing to have a sixth child?Β Β Pairing: MβBaku x Female Reader
Warnings: Slight NSFW reference (The full on smut will start in Chapter 3!), four little mini-MβBakuβs and one Mommaβs Boy toddler.Β Word Count:Β 1.5k
A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of my new series! This first part will be mainly an introduction to the hoard of new characters and the pace of your family. I will have a reference post up soon so you can keep track of which child is which, etc. I hope you enjoy!
One has no need for an alarm clock when youβre a mother of five.
Living in the heart of Gorilla City meant your home was seated comfortably at the peak of the mountains, giving you a beautiful and unobstructed view of the sunrise each morning. You had become accustomed to waking in the middle of the night to feed a screaming child, opening your eyes each morning when the first ray of light landed on your face. And as always β the first thing you saw was your handsome husband in the utmost state of relaxation.
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