You knew it wasn’t exactly an appropriate thing for her to say, but it really did make you feel better and you grinned at her and stifled a chuckle as you ate.
“That’s not exactly a nice thing to say, but we can say it just once to that guy, ok?” you said across to her.
“Ok, mummy,” she replied, digging her spoon into the rice and shoveling it into her mouth.
The rest of the night was ok. And by the time you left with a full belly, and food free of charge, you were feeling much better.
“Please,” the staff said as you all got up to leave when you had finished, “we apologize for what happened and would like to gift you a shirt from here. It’s merchandise.”
“No, it’s fine,” you said to them, but Dabi reached out and took it anyway.
“Thanks,” he said, “food was good.”
They bowed and thanked him, then saw you off at the door.
On the walk back he was pretty quiet and you thought maybe he was brooding over not being able to punch the chef’s face in… but he was wondering if having the reception at that place tomorrow was going to be a good idea… or was it going to ruin the whole day because of bad memories.
“Don’t worry, babe,” you said calmingly as you took his hand in yours while Koemi skipped ahead, “it’s fine. We got free food.”
He squeezed your hand and smirked down at you.
“Your favorite place could burn down but it would all be rectified if you somehow got free food out of it,” he said with a chuckle.
“True story,” you laughed.
“Ok. Maybe she’ll be ok with it being there tomorrow. I hope they don’t have the chef on that day. And I can’t even call them to make sure of it. We’re so close to the surprise that I can’t slip up now.”
Once back at the hotel, Dabi opened the packet with the free shirt you had been given.
“What the fuck?” he laughed when he opened it.
“What? What is it?” you asked, poking your head out from the bathroom where you were getting a bath ready for Koemi.
Dabi held up the shirt and showed it to you.
“Sexy egg flipper,” he said, reading the quote on the front. It was a black shirt with white writing on it and an egg with spatula under it.
“That’s so random,” you laughed, “maybe no one buys that shirt, that’s why they gave it to us?”
“Maybe,” he chuckled.
“It’s pretty long though,” you commented when you saw the length, “I could use it as a dress.”
“Try it,” Dabi offered, holding it out for you to take it, so you did and stripped out of your soiled clothes and put it on.
The cotton was so snuggly and the shirt fit you really well, which annoyed you. You really wanted to hate it but it was easily one of the comfiest shirts you had ever worn.
“Damn them,” you grunted with a chuckle, scowling down at the shirt, “it’s so comfy.”
“It looks it,” Dabi replied, checking you out.
“Mummy! The bath is ready!” Koemi called from where she was watching the water rising in the tub.
“Fuck it, I’m gonna wear it,” you said with a shrug.
“You do that,” Dabi replied with amusement as you walked back into the bathroom to turn the taps off and get Missy K bathed.
That night, after Koemi had fallen asleep, you and Dabi fucked on every piece of furniture in the place and as you came for the third time, hand gripping onto the sides of the kitchen table, you sighed and turned your head over your shoulder to kiss his quivering, breathless lips.
“It’s been a perfect day, really,” you panted, “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you more, mumma,” he panted, pulling out of you and grabbing for the tissue box.
“What are we doing tomorrow?” you asked as you accepted the tissue box from him to clean yourself up.
“Uhhhh…” he hummed, “I can’t exactly tell you that we’re getting married…”
“Wanna walk on the beach in the morning?” you asked.
“Yeah, why not. Got no plans,” he lied with a shrug, “we could just chill tomorrow, spend a lot of time on the beach…”
“Yeah, sounds good,” you replied, still none the wiser to the big events that would be happening tomorrow.
Poor Dabi couldn’t sleep that night. He tossed and turned, worry about this thing and that and finally at 3am he crept out of bed, while you slept, and sent Fueji a message.
“Dude. Can’t sleep,” he sent, “you all set for tomorrow?”
Surprisingly, Fueji came back instantly with a reply.
“Yeah bro. We’re all set, don’t stress.”
“Why are you up at 3am?” Dabi then asked.
“Sexting with Susa,” he replied, adding the devious emoji on the end.
“Are you texting me with a boner?” Dabi asked.
“Correction… the boner is texting you right now, I’m hands free,” he sent back which made Dabi crack a smirk.
“Ok. Good luck with that. See you tomorrow, don’t text me unless it’s an absolute emergency. And if you do text just ask something about pizza and I’ll know to get away from Y/N to reply.”
“Gotchu,” he sent back, “but nothing is gonna go wrong, promise.”
For some reason, that’s all Dabi needed to hear, and a weight lifted from his shoulders and his eyes hung heavy.
“Sweet. I’m gonna sleep now.”
“Cool, I’m about to nut,” Fueji sent back.
“Shoot your load,” Dabi replied, then turned his phone off and snuck back to bed.
He did eventually get to sleep but it felt like, to him, that as soon as his eyes closed he felt the little warm hands of his daughter on his face and he popped an eye open to see her bright little eyes staring into his.
“Are you awake, daddy?” she asked in a chirpy voice- much to chirpy for 6 in the morning.
“Yep,” he rasped, getting up out of bed and picking her up to carry her out to the open area.
He figured he’d let you have a little sleep in.
Around 9am you came wandering out with a big yawn and stretch and he greeted you with a loving hug.
“Sleep well?” he asked your relaxed form.
“Yeah. I died! How about you?”
“Yeah… same,” he lied, the bags under his eyes making his face ache.
“You look a little dead still,” you chuckled.