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Cheese and 'quackers'
"Neh, Kunimitsu, are you excited?" Fuji Syuusuke asked happily as Tezuka drove their car down the long and winding road. They were heading to an orphanage to pick up their new son. Well, he was their foster son until his adoption was finalized.
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The little one and a half year old looked at the tall brunette in awe as he stared coolly down to the toddler.
"Big…," The tot whispered and clutched onto the old woman's skirt.
"No, Ryoma these are your new parents," The lady's voice croaked slightly as she pried the boy's fingers off. She led him to Fuji. Fuji was looking at the little angel with sapphire eyes and was beaming. He picked up the little boy and held him close.
"Thank you very much," Tezuka bowed deeply as he thanked the woman.
Fuji pouted, "Neh, Kunimitsu. You make it sound like we got a pet- not our child."
Tezuka just looked at him.
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"Little Ryoma, come to Daddy Syuusuke," Fuji clapped his hands and called little Ryoma over to him. Ryoma looked at him with large gold eyes.
"Mama!" Ryoma ran over to Fuji and threw his arms around the twenty three year old's neck. Fuji just laughed and held Ryoma closer before lifting him up and twirling him. Ryoma laughed happily and squealed when Fuji threw him up slightly.
"Higher…higher!" Ryoma laughed.
"Syuusuke, are you ready?" Fuji came to a slow stop and looked at Tezuka.
"Kunimitsu, I've been ready!"
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"Kunimitsu, I have to go food shopping okay? I'll be back in about three hours," Fuji gave Tezuka a quick kiss and gave Ryoma a kiss and a tickle. "Bye cutie pie, be good for Daddy Kunimitsu."
"Ry-ry be good for Papa," Ryoma nodded childishly and set his jaw in determination. "Bye-bye Mama," Ryoma waved from his position on Tezuka's hip to the parting Fuji.
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Tezuka was nervous, not that he'd EVER admitted it. It was the first time he'd ever been alone with his newly adopted son and he wasn't confident in his parenting skills. Fuji seemed to be much more of a natural parent than he, so he rarely interacted with the little tot.
"Papa, me hungry," Ryoma tugged on his pants leg and a sense of dread crashed like a tidal wave upon Tezuka.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Cheese and quackers, cheese and quackers," Ryoma chanted as he continuously squatted then sprang up.
"'Quackers', do you mean 'crackers'?"
"Uhn!" Ryoma nodded and crossed his arms, "Cheese and quackers!"
Tezuka looked in the cabinets before getting two boxes of crackers.
"Do you want Ritz or Saltines?"
"Town House," Ryoma dropped to floor and pouted.
Tezuka looked further into the cabinet and brought out the Town House crackers.
He also brought out a can of spray cheese.
"This good?"
"That good," Ryoma nodded.
Tezuka set out one of the many kiddie plates that Fuji had so happily bought when the adoption finally came through. He carefully (because he's a perfectionist) laid out the crackers and made little swirls of cheese in the center. Once he was done, he put Ryoma in his booster seat and set the plate in front of him.
Ryoma looked at the plate before looking at his Papa. He cocked his head to the side. Dark emerald black hair bobbed in the ponytail holders (another idea of Fuji) and let a questioning noise erupted.
"Dis not no cheese and quackers," He glared at plate. He took a small hand and smeared the cheese all over, "Now it cheese and quackers!"
Tezuka allowed his jaw to drop. "Now you made a mess Ryoma!"
Ryoma was quiet before he erupted in a volcano of tears, "WAHHH! DADDY HATES RY-RY!"
Tezuka began to panic. What to do? WHAT TO DO!? He lifted Ryoma and held him close while rubbing circles in his back.
"Shh, Papa doesn't hate you," He whispered as he tried to calm down the crying child.
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Fuji unlocked the door and hurried in and out of the unexpected rain, "Tadaima!"
He frowned when he didn't hear the traditional 'okaeri' of his husband of two years…or even the sound of their new son.
He walked into the living room with the grocery bags and smiled.
Ryoma was sleeping on top of Tezuka.
And…was that a smudge of cheese on the taller man's nose?