Disclaimer: Aomomo is so real. Therefore, I can't possibly own Kuroko no Basket. I'm crying.

Genre: Family, Drama, Fluff, Friendship

Rating: T just in case of excessive use of bad words.

WARNING MUST READ: THIS IS A STRAIGHT PAIRING, you've been warned. Aside from Aomine and Momoi, I also paired Nijimura and Alex (I KNOW, I KNOW... Before you react, let me explain first). That pairing is very essential to the plot, so I'm sorry if you find it too nerve-cracking (it's literally a crack pairing. Come on, those two never met.) Anyway, please forgive me. I just had the urge to pair them. ALSO... I love kids, so don't be shocked if some of the characters are so young it's so out of the original. Don't hate the fic just because there's no yaoi pairing in here (well, it's up to you if you think of it as one; it's really fine, actually). I need more exposure of baby GoM members! BABY TETSUYA IS NOT ENOUGH!

If you see any mistakes please don't hesitate to point it out.

Anyway, enjoy reading! I hope you like it. :)

Chapter 1: Pink is the Color of Familial Love

"Do you think you can make it?" Satsuki's young, pretty face was painted with the traces of anxiety. Despite being 31, her complexion and over-all features state how beautiful she is; she looks 25 or less. Majority of the people around her always mistook her as young and unmarried.

"I'm not sure. But I promise I'll try to, Satsuki," Daiki hesitantly answered. His eyebrows twitched and the look in his eyes betrayed him instantly. Satsuki knew of the guilt swirling inside of Daiki's very being; they were best friends even before Daiki grew to love basketball, before he confessed to her in the middle of nowhere, before she took all her courage to ask him to stay by his side for the rest of their lives—she knew everything, every feelings and desires, all about Daiki that most people did not know of.

"It's not that I'm forcing you. I just think Sei-chan needs our presence. It's his first time performing in middle school."

Good decisions always bring out the best outcome in every situations, they said. It's true for some people. But for Satsuki's case, there are no such things as good or bad decision; every choice has its risks. It was not like she wanted to tolerate the negative feelings that bottled up inside of Daiki; she was just anxious of not giving their first-born enough support. The last thing she wanted was for her children to feel that they weren't loved. Seijuuro is almost thirteen now. It was twelve years ago when Satsuki and Daiki pledged their undying love in front of the altar. They were living a pretty, well-off life with their three bundles of joy—Seijuuro, Tetsuya, and Ryouta. Their genius first-born had just started his middle-school career, even just recently announcing that he was accepted in the first string in their basketball club—much to Daiki's proud outburst of, "That's my son!" and the constant cheers of Satsuki and Tetsuya.

"I know. I know. It's just my job. We're working on a huge case. But you know how much I wanted to see him." There was a very disappointed sigh. Ah, how troublesome. Who would have thought that being a Police officer, a husband, and a father would be very tough? How many times did he tell himself that his family was his first priority? Daiki was the first person who wanted to see Seijuuro demonstrate his gifted skill on the court. It would be the child's first time playing in a real game. He was a regular now and Daiki, as a father, wanted to document every little progress his son was making through each passing years. "I'll ask for an early break. Even if not for a day, hours will do."

"That's alright. I've postponed my entire schedule for today. I'll pick Ki-chan at the daycare and then head to get Tetsu-chan at school before we all proceed to watch Sei-chan."

"I'm sorry, Satsuki. I should have been the one doing all that."

"Oh, Dai-chan…" Dai-chan—that same old nickname; Satsuki still couldn't break away from her habit of calling him that. Oh, well. Daiki liked it, anyway. "It's alright. One of the daycare's volunteers called me a while ago. Ki-chan was crying and looking for me. Besides, Teiko is just a few blocks away from the establishment."

Right. Ryouta, their little angel who didn't inherit (any from) the colors of their hair and eyes because his was naturally blonde (a feature he acquired from his grandparents, perhaps), had grown up in the comforts of their home and with his parents who never failed to shower him with abundant material things and unparalleled love; just being away from either his mother or father sent him into the pit of endless cries and wails. Satsuki never complained—just like how Tetsuya patiently tried not to give his parents any problems. Their quiet little Tetsuya (now nine), whose hair color was a pale version of Daiki's, was currently a third grader at Teiko Elementary School. He was a simple boy with a simple dream of spending every hours of the day with his parents and brothers. Daiki, along with Seijuuro, had been constantly teaching the little boy every little trick on basketball even though the latter literally lacked skill on it aside from his gifted ability on passing. Nonetheless, Tetsuya appreciated the little gesture and effort. The exchange of words and actions through the game between father and son were one of the reasons for Tetsuya's pretty wide smile and unexpected constant chatters.

"I'm pretty sure Tetsu-chan is more excited than his brother."

"I am perfectly aware of that."

Note: I actually have no intention of posting this, but since Tetsuya's birthday is almost here and I'm planning on posting a one-shot fic for him, I ended up sharing the mother story (so the the ones who'll read the b-day gift can relate to the actual plot).

I really apologize.

I hope that won't be a hassle. :)