The battle commenced at twenty hundred hours when the screams echoed across the land soon followed by the cries of a young toddler with fat tears racing down her flushed red, plump cheeks.
“Daddy! Daddy! No!”
Shiro heaved a great sigh, resting his forehead against the bedroom door that had been slammed into his face by his errant three-year-old child, currently having a tantrum – because tonight was ‘Hair Wash Night’ and Sakura hated having her hair washed.
“Have you got her yet?” called Keith from the bathroom, having to shout above the sound of rushing water flowing into the bathtub.
Shiro grimaced, “Minor delay!”
He went to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
He shoved his shoulder against the door, panic starting to rise, the ‘Sakura’s Room’ sign going lopsided as he disturbed the weak blue tack.
“Sakura! Sakura! Open the door for daddy please.”
“NO!”
“Sakura! If you don’t open the door you won’t get of any of uncle Hunk’s cookies.”
That threat usually worked when Sakura refused to eat her peas, she would gobble them up and swallow them whole just so she could have a crumb of that sweet, sugary goodness that was Hunk’s baking (Shiro had tried baking his own cookies, Keith had to break out the fire extinguisher and then they had to buy a whole new oven – but they had least discovered their fire alarm worked).
“NO! I have the cookies here, I am never coming out!” she finished with a giggle.
Damnit, well played.
“Shiro! Have you got her ready yet?”
Shoot, Keith’s starting to get suspicious, if he found out that his husband – captain of the Atlas and former leader of Voltron – was bargaining with a three old who had barricaded herself into her bedroom – he’d be laughing stock of the whole of the solar system!
So that also ruled out smashing the door open with, as Keith said in the heat of passion last night, his ‘awesome biceps’.
Maybe he could get some more quieter assistance. Kosmo.
“Psst! Kosmo!”
The now massive wolf appeared beside him, gazing at him and most likely judging his parenting skills silently.
“If you can get me inside I will give you the leftover pizza from last night,” Kosmo placed his paw on his shoulder his intense gaze not breaking, “and I will make sure Keith never finds out.”
And with that the deal was brokered and in a flash of blue light Shiro and Kosmo were inside the rebel territory that was Sakura’s bedroom. There were drawings scattered across the floor, across the four walls and even on the ceiling, all of them depicting Shiro and Keith as well as the other members of her extended family, her grandmother Krolia, Kolivan, her uncles Lance and Hunk and her aunts Allura and Pidge.
The small lump on the bed was Sakura underneath her Red Lion themed blankets.
“Sakura, its bath time,” he said in the sternest daddy voice he could muster and hands on hips.
“I don’t wanna have a bath.”
“Tough!”
After dismantling the barricade which consisted of a chair, a bean bag, a toy chest (full of toys), five teddies, three cardboard boxes, a pile of blankets and her potty (thankfully unused).
Opening the door with a very unhappy toddler they were confronted by Keith, his arms crossed across his chest and eyebrow raised.
“What have you two been up to?”
Crap, okay Shiro you can lie, you may the Universe’s golden boy, but he could still tell a convincing lie – after all Lance still thinks he sleeps in his armour just in case the world needs saving again!
“Err,” good start to any lie Shiro, well done, “I was showing Sakura how to defend her bedroom, in case of a burglar,” nice save.
“She locked you out didn’t she,” how did Keith know?!
Shiro hung his head in defeat.
“Aw baby don’t feel bad,” Keith gave a soft kiss to his cheek, “at least you didn’t smash the door down.”
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Was inspired by one of Michael McIntyre’s jokes about raising kids and just wondered how Shiro and Keith would handle parenting :D
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