Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito, Aoko (General series)
Word Count: 1153 words
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Mommy, how does the baby eat?
One day, Aya-chan had noticed that Mommy’s lap was getting smaller. Or Mommy’s tummy was getting bigger.
When she asked what was going on, Daddy had pulled her into his lap and explained to her that Mommy was going to have another baby. The baby was growing inside Mommy, he said, and in a couple of months they would go to the hospital and she would have the baby and then Aya-chan would have a little brother or sister.
As he said that last part, Daddy had made a pretty white rose appear out of nowhere and tucked it behind her ear. She giggled and clapped her hands—she loved it when Daddy did magic tricks like that!
But then she thought of a Very Important Question, and decided to ask. Daddy didn’t know everything—that was Mommy’s job—but he did know a lot, so maybe he would know this. “Daddy,” she asked innocently, “how did the baby get inside Mommy?” Daddy’s eyes got very, very wide, and Aya-chan frowned and wagged a finger at him. “Did you have something to do with it?”
Strangely, Daddy started coughing and had to go get a drink of water. Mommy stood in the doorway and laughed.
She never did get an answer to that question. Maybe Daddy didn’t know after all.
A couple months later, Aya-chan came out of preschool and found Grandpa Nakamori waiting for her instead of Mommy. She ran up to him with her arms out, and he caught her for a big hug. “Grandpa, what are you doing here?” she asked as he got her into his police car. She liked riding in that car.
“Your father called me and asked me to pick you up,” he replied. “Aoko—your mother is having the baby.”
Her mouth formed into a big O-shape. “Are we going to the hospital?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, buckling his seat belt and starting the car.
“Mommy and Daddy are there?”
“They’re already there,” he said, putting the car into gear and backing up. “By the time we get there, you might already be a big sister. The baby might have already been born by the time we get there.” Kaito had sworn up and down that he would call again once it was all over, and the call hadn’t come yet.
They cruised along, heading towards the appointed hospital. Aya-chan chattered happily in the backseat about her day at preschool and the picture she had drawn for her mother and how a boy in the sandbox had tried to kiss her and she’d pushed him. Nakamori-keibu nodded approvingly at that last, though he knew that Aoko would not have approved. Still, damn boys needed to keep their hands off his granddaughter!
As they pulled up to the building, Ginzo said over his shoulder, “Look out the window. That’s the hospital.”
Aya looked out the window and smiled. “Is that where the baby’s gonna get all borned up?”
He bit back a laugh. “Yes, sweetie. It is.”
They had literally just pulled into the parking space when his cell phone rang with the much-anticipated call.
Aya-chan crawled up onto her mother’s hospital bed (with a little help from Daddy) and proudly handed her mother a bouquet of flowers. Once the call had come that the baby had been born and both mother and infant were just fine, the gruff Inspector had taken a little detour with his granddaughter to a shop across the street to pick up some flowers for Mommy.
Aoko was visibly delighted. “Thank you, sweetie!” She took them and inhaled the fragrance. “They’re beautiful!” She handed them to Kaito, who obligingly arranged them on the nightstand. “Aya-chan, you’re a big sister now. You have a little brother.”
“Really? Where is he?” Aya crawled closer, then looked down. “Mommy…you got your lap back!”
Kaito chuckled and ruffled her dark hair. “Yes, she did. And the baby is…right there!” A nurse had just arrived with a bassinet, in which was a small bundle. He walked around the bed and gathered the baby, bringing him back to the bed and holding him so Aya could see him easily. “Aya-chan, this is your brother.”
She clambered over to look. “He’s so little!”
“You were that little when you were born,” Aoko spoke up.
“What’s his name?” she asked, continuing to regard the infant with fascination.
Aoko’s smile softened, and she met her husband’s eyes before she answered. “Toichi.”
When Mommy brought the baby home, Aya learned a lot of new things. For one, babies were very, very noisy. And they needed a LOT of attention. It seemed like little Toichi was always screaming and crying and fussing. Mommy and Daddy seemed really tired all the time.
Another thing was that babies didn’t eat food like she did. Mommy would fix her lunch, and then sit with the baby in front of her. One day, she put down her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and asked, “Mommy, don’t babies eat?”
Her mother looked blank for a moment, then smiled. “Babies do eat, but not big girl food like you eat.”
“What do they eat?”
“Babies drink milk,” Aoko said. “He’s eating right now.”
“But where’s the milk coming from?” Aya prodded further.
Aoko and Kaito had discussed this. They knew that Aya would have questions about the baby and how they cared for him, and they had decided to answer all of her questions honestly. There was no reason to hide any of this from her, even if she didn’t necessarily understand it all. It was all perfectly natural. Granted, Kaito had choked when she had asked how the baby got into Mommy’s tummy…she suspected she would chuckle about that for a long time.
“There are special glands inside Mom’s breasts that made the milk, and the baby sucks it out through the nipple,” she said simply, shifting slightly to let the baby have better access.
Aya’s eyes widened. “That’s what those are for?”
“Well, that’s one purpose…” Aoko said wryly.
“What else do they do?”
Aoko thought of her husband and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“So the baby is eating now?”
Aya frowned, then hopped off her chair and toddled out of the room. A moment later, she came back.
When Kaito came home a few minutes later, he walked into the kitchen and was treated to the sight of his wife nursing their new son…and his daughter holding one of her dolls under her shirt in an imitation of her mother’s posture. He set his bag down and stared. “What are you two doing?”
Before Aoko could say anything, Aya spoke up. “Shh!” she said loudly. “The baby is eating!”
He looked over at Aoko, who smiled. “We talked about nursing.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Daddy?” Aya spoke up in a very exaggerated whisper. “What else are breasts used for?”
PS. I fought to keep this from being crude! You have no idea how hard it was! So Aya-chan pops back up for another appearance as her usual adorable self. I rather love my Little Plot Device. And for the record, I will not tell you which parts of this are based on stories my mother taught me about myself!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!