“Papa, you love us, right?” Saiko smiles at the woman whose lap is currently Kaneki’s pillow, and whose feet are currently Mutsuki’s dream toy. Or so it seems, because he keeps batting at them like a cat while sleeping.
Touka sputters. “Papa?!”
“You’re gonna have a baby with Maman. That makes you Papa,” Saiko says seriously.
“Just go with it,” Urie advises.
“Do you have a name for this kid? I know plenty of historical names,” Higemaru says eagerly.
“Kaneki wants a literary name,” Touka admitted.
“What do you want?” Hsaio asks, leaning closer.
“A name they’ll like.” Touka shrugs, with a small smile. “That’s it.” Her eyes travel to the corner. “Aura, are you still sulking? Get over here.”
He tiptoes closer. “You – you really don’t hate me?”
“Nah, we’re family. My brother once tore out my kagune.” Touka smiles.
“Thanks, Papa,” he mutters.
Touka scowls.
Aura winks.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” she hisses.
“Yup.” He laughs and settles besides Higemaru.
“Papa is gonna be a good papa,” sings Saiko.
With Ken on her lap and Mutsuki by her feet, with the rest of their wacky family surrounding them, Touka feels that maybe she will be.
Mercy and Magic 