A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of The Perfect storm^^ this is a sequel to Premonition of a storm, so if you haven't read that one, I'll suggest you read it first. It's not necessary to understand this story, but some things might make more sense…

Anyway, this is in the same style as its prequel meaning a series of oneshots, and in case you didn't see the warning in the summary, it's OT5. That not your style, don't read on.

With that said, please enjoy.^^

It was a quiet night, the stars were shining from a clear sky and the moon hung low among them. However this peaceful night would not last.

Atobe, Fuji, Sanada and Tezuka's eyes all snapped open at the sound of Hikaru and Akira crying, and the feeling of the bed shifting. Waking up in an instant they rose from the bed, only to be met by the sight of Ryoma standing by the crib, one baby already in his arms and reaching out for the other.

Moving quicker than the rest, Atobe strode over and picked up Hikaru before Ryoma ended up dropping Akira in his tries to get both of them up.

Ryoma shot him a glance, but then focused his attention on Akira, gently shushing him and running his hand over his head.

"I'll go warm up some bottles." Fuji said quietly and disappeared to do just that. In the meantime the other four sat down on the bed, trying to get the two to calm down.

Akira calmed a bit as Ryoma laid him against his chest, just above his heart. He was still complaining, but it was much quieter now. Hikaru on the other hand, was not so easily pleased, and though Atobe did his best, he looked as though his ears was about to blow.

"Give him here." Ryoma said, holding out his hands.

Shooting a questioning gaze at him, Atobe handed Hikaru over, watching as Ryoma gently placed him next to his brother.

Maybe it was the contact between the twins, maybe the fact that they were listening to Ryoma's heartbeat as they had done all through the pregnancy, but even Hikaru seemed to calm down a little as he laid there next to Akira.

But still, two hungry newborns weren't quite that easily pleased, and just as Fuji reentered the room, the two started crying again.

Handing Hikaru back to Atobe wasn't a popular move either, but as the perfectly tempered milk soon after entered their mouths, they contentedly calmed down again.

As the bottle slowly emptied, Akira suddenly looked up and into Ryoma's eyes, strikingly blue eyes surprisingly intent.

Ryoma stared right back, looking deeply into his sons eyes almost without blinking. After a while, sleepiness took over and Akira closed his eyes again, content to just keep drinking for a bit more.

Glancing over at Hikaru nestled in Atobe's arms, he saw the exact scene he had just been a part of play out. Hikaru's equally blue eyes were staring up at Atobe's darker blue.

Atobe seemed almost startled at the strong gaze, but he didn't look away either. After a moment, the spell broke when Hikaru mirrored his brother and closed his eyes again, returning to the sleepy baby he was.

Atobe looked up, catching Ryoma's eyes.

"They're… quite intense." He said hesitating slightly.

Ryoma smirked at him, mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What did you expect? They're mine after all."

Atobe rolled his eyes, noting that Hikaru seemed to be done for now. A quick glance proved that Akira had stopped sucking too, and were now just getting cozy in Ryoma's arms.

"Let's get them back to bed." Tezuka quietly suggested, and Ryoma and Atobe rose from the bed.

After making sure the two were asleep again, the five of them went back to their bed to get some more sleep, sinking gratefully back into their dreams.

Half an hour later, they got up to repeat the whole thing.

A/N: And now they have had their first taste of parenthood. Lovely, isn't it?