Aya fell back in her bed tired. She glared at Takashi before saying, "This is how I got pregnant." She chuckled a bit.
"That's okay." Takashi said before laying down next to his wife. "I don't mind having a girl this time." He slightly kissed her soft lips. "Takahiro could be a big brother."
"He might not like that. You know he likes to have a lot attention." Aya admitted which was true.
"Hm. He'll get use to it. I mean he is our only child." Takashi slowly wrapped his arms around Aya's slim waist. He pulled her closer. Her breast was touching his hard yet soft chest.
Aya put her head on his broad shoulder and fell asleep and Takashi watched her the whole time through the night.
IN THE MORNING:
"Mommy!" Little two year old Takahiro yelled. He ran and jumped on their king sized bed. He jumped on his mom. "Wake up mommy!"
Aya slowly opened up her eyes and looked at Takahiro. She slowly sat up and looked down at herself. She for some reason. She didn't remember doing it herself let alone Takashi doing it.
"Takahiro? How did you get in my bed? Did you jump? Or did daddy put you on the bed?"
"Oh I... I jumped." Takahiro admits sheepishly.
"You jumped?" Aya exclaimed worried that he might have hurt himself. She grabbed him and looked all over his small body.
"Yeah. Was it bad?" Takahiro asked innocently.
"No... No... Just don't do it again. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Aya put Takahiro in her lap and leaned up against the headboard.
"Ok mommy!"
"Where's daddy?" Aya finally asked. "He went to work?"
"I don't think so mommy."
"Weird." Aya whispered to herself. "He's always here when it's a Saturday."
She slowly crawled out of bed while holding Takahiro. He smiled as he was able to be carried. His dad never allowed him to be carried besides when he was a baby. He didn't like it. But his mom always carried him.
"Want me to make you something for breakfast?" Aya asked carrying her son down the stairs.
Takahiro chuckled a little. "No thank you."
Aya gave him a strange look. "You sure? You always want me to make you breakfast." Aya finally reached the bottom of the stairs. She carefully put Takahiro down. He ran into the kitchen.
Their bull mastiff, Beamer (like a BMW) ran and jumped on her knocking her over.
"Hey, Beamer." Aya said gently laughing a little. She crawled from under him and got up. She walked into the kitchen with Beamer trotting behind her.
"Takahiro..." Aya gently called out to her son. "Where ia go?" She slowly entered the kitchen and her eyes widen.
She saw a table full of breakfast. American breakfast. Which Aya loved so much when she loved in America for most of her life. Though she wasn't American.
There was bacon, eggs, rice, grits, biscuits, sasuage, hash browns and waffled. There were flowers set in the center of the table.
"Tehee!" Takahiro laughed as he ran to his mom and hugged her leg. "Me and daddy did it." He bragged a little while smiling and clinging to his mom's leg.
"I thought you said you didn't know where he was?" Aya picked up Takahiro again as she made her way towards the table.
"I don't." Takahiro admitted.
"Hm..." Aya walked over to the flowers and saw a note that was covered in Takashi's beautiful handwriting: Morning, Aya. I'm out getting some groceries and things. I didn't wanna wake you. But enjoy the breakfast.
Aya smiled as she sat down at the table.
"I love Takashi to death. I still remember the our wedding two years ago."