Matsus holding their newborn son for the first time?
(( Holy shit this is a really cute prompt. Let me tell you anon, Dadmatsus are my l i f e ))
Osomatsu - He was overwhelmed with joy when his son was in his arms. A soft smile replacing his panicked face. His (s/o) giggled when his smile grew wider looking up from the baby; no words were needed for the moment. He slid the baby between his and his (s/o)’s arms. They held their son together, his (s/o) laying their head on Osomatsu with gigantic smiles.
Karamatsu - He was worried when his hand was being used by his (s/o) to ride out the pain. He had been a nervous wreck the whole time at the hospital and as soon as everything calmed down, he blubbered. Holding onto his and his (s/o)’s son, he sniffled. “T-this is our son?” his voice was hoarse. His (s/o) brought Karamatsu closer and nodded. “Our little Karamatsu Son.”
Choromatsu - He trembled when he held their son, thoughts and worry speeding through his mind. He didn’t want to mess up, not a single moment did he want to do something wrong. His breathe hitched when his (s/o) had gently tugged at his arm. Gulping, he sighed and looked down at his son deciding that he’s gotten this far. He could handle having a son with his (s/o).
Ichimatsu - He had refused at first, saying he would drop their son. After some convincing, he stayed very close to his (s/o), sharing the weight of holding their son. A small silence fell over the two before he sniffled. His (s/o) looked up, concern filling their eyes. Despite the few tears that he had shed, Ichimatsu was smiling,”I can’t believe you stuck with garbage like me for so long to have a son…” he huffed, “Thank you…”
Jyushimatsu - He was completely overjoyed when his (s/o) had offered to let their son be held by him. He took the baby and his eyes sparkled. His smile widened and he brushed his finger near the baby’s hands. His (s/o) giggled when Jyushimatsu gasped after his finger was grasped in two small hands.
Todomatsu - His whole face was blank for a moment when taking the baby in his arms; he could barely believe he made a living being. When he giggled at his son, it sounded like a mix of a gasp and a chuckle. He glanced back up at his (s/o), a small grin replacing any disbelief that had shown through. “He’s almost as cute as you.”