Marrying Gojo Satoru was like getting a ticket to a random rollercoaster where one couldn't predict if they were going up or down. There was no end to the surprises from him. One moment, you would sit on the couch sipping on tea, and then the next thing you knew, you would find yourself in a private jet to Bali with the strongest sorcerer bouncing on his seat like a two-year-old. You thought dealing with Satoru was chaos enough.

When you were pregnant with their son, Satoru was over the moon and vowed to raise him differently from the lonely childhood he had endured. However, you didn't count on having twice the trouble once their son was born.

"Look, mom! I'm a bug!" You stared as your four-year-old son stuck himself on the wall, climbing like a beetle using his cursed energy while you were brushing your teeth. It was too damn early for these sorcerer shenanigans. You tried to get your son to come down when the little Gojo decided to launch himself from the wall to the living room like a torpedo. You screamed bloody murder as you ran towards the living room in a panic, only to find Satoru had caught the little cannonball in his arms. "Looks like he wanted to get a head start on the day." Satoru snickered, and you wanted to suffocate him for those dad jokes.

There was also that one time you got back from grocery shopping, holding a paper bag of necessities, when you heard a shrill yell from the rooftop. Your heart went into panic mode the moment you saw your son laughing gleefully from the roof. The bag dropped to the ground, you not caring about the eggs as you pleaded with the four-year-old to stay still as you tried to get up on the roof.

The little boy's jumping and clapping made you so nervous, and the moment he slipped, you screamed, feeling your heart jump out of your chest just when his little legs dangled in the air. You let out a sigh of relief as Satoru's grating laugh filled the air. "Oops, the little tyke's limitless is not really limitless after all." Satoru grinned as he carried their son in his arms. You lost it and made a new law in the Gojo household. *No more sorcery. At least until their son was old enough to understand his abilities.

"So..." Satoru started as their son wiggled in his arms while you brushed your hair. Your brows furrowed the moment you heard his voice. "How old is old enough? Cause you know I already began training when I was eight." You were this close to sending him to the couch for the night. "Aw, come on, the little tyke needs some stimulation, creativity!"