Hey everyone! Wow... It has been a really, really long time since I've posted here, and I am soooo sorry for that! My life has been... Exceptionally crazy recently. Namely because I was forced to leave home because my parents found out that I'm a lesbi... Whee? So anyways, yeah, between that and just losing inspiration, I just haven't really been up to writing anything outside of some RP's I've been doing... But last night I was hit with a really random idea for a fic and, after typing this up, I figured I'd just put it out on the 'net and see what happens! :) This may just be a one-shot, but please feel free to send me starters if you have ideas for future chapters, I'd love to hear your ideas! :D Also, I'll warn you up front, this fic isn't going to be quite as... squeaky clean as my previous fics? ^^; I'll try to do my best to post warnings before anything goes too serious, but yeah, I just wanted to warn everyone of that up front. But overall this is supposed to just be an adorable, extremely quirky, fluff-filled family fic loosely based off of the 90's sitcoms we all know and love, so please don't be too concerned and just sit back and enjoy the ride! :)

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"Tadashi! Tadashi, wake up!"

Tadashi groans as he hears a familiar voice outside in the hallway and an insistent banging on his door.

"C'mon Tadashi, you're going to be late for classes!"

"'Sabi…" he complains, rolling over to check his phone. "I set my alarm-it's going off in five minutes!"

There's an uncomfortable silence, and then the voice comes again, sounding slightly desperate, "Please, just get up! I need your help with something…"

Tadashi's instantly awake at that. Usually he hated it when his older brother woke him up before his alarm did, especially since his morning loving sibling didn't understand the fact that he was a perpetual night owl, but needing "help" with something usually involved Hiro. Of course, it could be something as simple as a spider in the bathroom or a hairball left by their cat, Mochi, in the hallway, but more often than not of late these early wakeups involved their increasingly mischievous baby brother.

Not even bothering to try to get changed out of his usual sleep pants and t-shirt, Tadashi's across the room and opening the door before Wasabi can say anything else. "All right, what did he do this time?" he asks, not even needing to specify who "who" was.

Instead of answering, Wasabi peers disapprovingly into his younger brother's room. "Dude, when was the last time you cleaned in here?" he asks, glaring at Tadashi.

"None of your business!" Tadashi answers defensively. "Besides, do you really want to spend all morning debating the cleanliness of my bedroom, or do you want help? Because if you're just here to criticize me, I am going back to bed, and you can handle it on your own."

"...Fine," Wasabi finally groans, turning and waving for Tadashi to follow him but not before mumbling something about, "Stupid boyfriend rubbing off on him…"

"I heard that!" Tadashi says, shooting him daggers with his eyes. Wasabi was an outspoken opponent of his relationship with Fred Lee, the guy he'd been best friends with since grade school. It wasn't that he was homophobic, per se. In a house with a gay younger brother, a lesbian younger sister, and a baby brother who was undecided as of yet (he was a bit young to really be showing interest in either direction), he couldn't really afford to be, especially not if he wanted to hold the family together. And he certainly didn't mind GoGo's girlfriend, Honey Lemon, provided she didn't attempt any of her chemistry experiments in the kitchen (which happened on occasion.) It was moreso Fred's personal hygiene (or lack thereof) which set the severely OCD older boy on edge. Tadashi took the flack he got for his relationship with him with exceptional grace-or as much as he could. But when he had just been rudely awakened, he definitely wasn't going to be much of a saint.

"So, what did Hiro do this time?" Tadashi asks, rubbing his eyes as he pads barefoot down the worn wooden floor of the house and down the stairs which were covered in equally scraggly dark green carpeting, worn with years.

"How did you know it was Hiro?" Wasabi asks, looking slightly caught off guard.

"Isn't it always?" Tadashi replies with a knowing smile.

"True that," Wasabi sighs, running his fingers absently through the dreadlocks he always took such meticulous care of. Tadashi decides not to mention that he was sort of destroying the look by stress-messing with it-hey, he kind of deserved some sort of retribution for forcing him out of bed before his alarm went off.

What the trouble was quickly became apparent when they entered the kitchen and Tadashi was confronted with what looked like a warzone-spilled flour, egg residue, and gooey dough where all over the place, as if the ingredients had decided to host a spontaneous and bloody battle for their rights to the kitchen. And, as he'd expected, right in the middle of it was a slightly guilty looking toddler.

"I-I'll let you take it from here," Wasabi says, quickly shoving his brother forward and then hurrying off before his OCD could put him into a major panic attack.

Rolling his eyes slightly and carefully trying to avoid the worst of the puddles, Tadashi makes his way across the linoleum floor and scoops up his baby brother, who was offering him a nervous gap-toothed smile, apparently hoping that acting cute would help stave off any major punishment. And honestly, he was right on the money-whenever he started up the innocent puppy routine, there was no way his elder brother could ever resist him.

"Hiro…" he says, trying to keep a stern expression on his face but failing miserably as he looks down at the toddler. "What exactly happened here?"

"I was tryin' to make pancakes," the little boy explains in a quiet voice, looking up at his older sibling with those huge brown eyes through his ridiculously long eyelashes. "I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone!" He nuzzles into Tadashi's shoulder, racking up adorableness points with the early-morning cuddling routine. "Just like niisan always does!"

Ooh, he was good, Tadashi thinks, shaking his head slightly. Honestly, his younger brother could play him like a well-tuned piano. Throwing in the Japanese nickname he saved for his only biological sibling out of the four living in the house was the nail in the coffin-he could get out of anything, up to and including hacking into secret government files (okay, that had only been once, but still!) just by pulling it out. He's either a little supervillain or a dictator in the making, the elder sibling thinks grimly, although it was hard to think of anyone so adorable ever doing anything evil (which, in retrospect, may have just been what made him all the more diabolical.)

"Look, otouto," Tadashi finally says with a slight sigh as he sets the younger boy down on the counter. "I know you're trying to help, but how many times have I told you that you need to ask for help if you want to make something in the kitchen?"

"But 'Sabi was telling me how tired you've been and that I shouldn't wake you up," Hiro protests, looking like a puppy who'd just been kicked. "I wanted to do something nice for you!"

"And I appreciate that, little guy," Tadashi reassures him, instantly feeling guilty-he was wrapped around this little boy's finger like a Gordian knot. "But couldn't you have gotten Wasabi or GoGo to help you?"

"'Sabi said he was busy, and GoGo's not up yet," Hiro answered with an adorable pout.

"Okay, well… Next time you want to surprise me, maybe stick to something that won't make a mess okay?" Tadashi pleads with him, melting like butter under that ridiculously cute expression. "For now, think you can just go get yourself cleaned up? I'll be there in a few minutes to help you get dressed, 'kay?"

"O-kay!" Hiro agrees eagerly, climbing back down to the floor and hurrying off to his own bedroom while Tadashi tries not to think about the fact that he had probably just done something wrong. Maybe he should have doled out some sort of punishment, but he honestly just didn't have it in him to give out discipline. As he tries not to think about the fact that he was waaaaay too tired to be doing something like cleaning up the kitchen at 7 am, he can't help but think of how his parents would have done a much better job of raising Hiro than he was doing, but he was doing the best he could under the circumstances.

It was a rather eclectic little family that they had living in that somewhat worn-down house in the suburbs of San Fransokyo. Wasabi (or David, as he was officially named) had been adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Hamada when they were still very early on in their marriage and were trying to conceive but tests were showing Mrs. Hamada to be sterile. However, a few years later, Mrs. Hamada had managed to become pregnant, and Tadashi had been born. Believing this to be a one-time miracle and deciding that they wanted a little girl to round out the family, Leiko, or GoGo as she'd been fondly nicknamed for her love of speed, had been brought over from Korea. Hiro, the youngest, had been a complete and total surprise, coming when the other children were all in their teens or, as in Wasabi's case, just starting out college, but a very happy addition to the family. Unfortunately, three years after Hiro's birth, the Hamada parents had died in a car crash, leaving the four children alone in the world. One aunt had been located, but she was honestly not in the position to take in all of them, especially not since three of them were almost adults, and the little family had refused to be split apart. Fortunately, the Hamada parents had been very successful pioneers in the robotics and medical fields, and so, along with the house, they'd left behind a sizable trust fund. That, combined with the fact that Wasabi was old enough to serve as legal guardian for all of them, had allowed them to stay together. Finances were a bit tight, as the elder siblings tried to be as prudent as they could with the money left to them, but overall they were happy. Despite constant squabbles and and a never-ending stream of battles over tiny infractions, they loved and were fiercely protective of each other. Messing with one of them meant messing with the entire Hamada family, and that was certainly a force to be feared.

"Need some help?" Tadashi's slightly startled by the unexpected sound of a voice, and he looks up to see Honey Lemon standing in the doorway.

"Oh, um, hey HL," he says, blinking slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected to see her this morning, although from the fact that she was in a soft yellow nightie, she'd obviously spent the night, most likely in GoGo's room. It wasn't that he was judgemental, and he honestly found the two's relationship adorable, but he did wish that his sister would give him a heads up before having her girlfriend over. But, then again, maybe she had something and he'd just been too tired to notice. Whatever the case, he finally admits, "Yeah, kind of… Hiro decided to make breakfast for the family, and you can see how well that went."

The two share a, "Aw, isn't he adorable?" sort of smile before Tadashi sighs and continues, "I just wish he hadn't decided to do it the day I have a 9 am class at the university… I still have to get him ready for school, too, plus Fred's supposed to be picking us up in at 8 and it's already 7:30…"

"No biggie!" Honey waves her hand as if to clear away his fears like a cloud of annoying but insignificant gnats. "You go get Hiro ready for school-I'll clean up!"

"You sure?" Honestly, if it had been anyone else, Tadashi would have never stood for such a thing, but Honey was practically a part of the family and so he would let things slide when it came to family responsibilities with her.

"Sure, not a problem!" Honey reassures him. "GoGo and I have a long weekend for a teachers' in-service day, so we don't have school today, and I really don't mind helping out!"

Must be nice still being in high school, Tadashi begrudgingly thinks before recalling what a horrible drama fest it had been for him and realizing that maybe the demands of college were definitely preferable over that hormone filled, jock-and-elite-ruled cesspool. Realizing that Honey was still waiting for a response, he gives her the most grateful smile he can manage and says, "Thanks! You are seriously the best-I promise I'll make it up to you!"

"I'm sure I'll find a proper repayment," Honey answers, playfully wiggling her fingers at him before saying in a more serious tone, "Now, go! Vas!"

"Yes ma'am!" Tadashi gives her a mock salute as he heads off to do as instructed.

"Oh, and Tadashi?" Honey calls.

"Yeah?" he asks, turning back to look at her.

"You may want to consider putting on some regular pants, too," she says with an amused smile.

"Augh, right!" Tadashi gives her an embarrassed but grateful look before hurrying off down the hallway.

Miraculously, the rest of the morning doesn't prove to be a total train wreck. By the time that he has himself and Hiro dressed, Honey has not only has the kitchen spotless, but she miraculously has a pan of huevos rancheros cooking on the stove top. Lured by the smell, soon Wasabi is drawn back into the kitchen (although not without a cursory check to make sure that everything is up to his standards of cleanliness), and even GoGo eventually stumbles in, barely managing to make it to the table before collapsing into her chair.

"Long night?" Tadashi asks, giving her a meaningful look, to which she responds with an angry sounding hiss before returning to her catatonic state. Honey just titters, ruffling her girlfriend's hair before serving up breakfast.

Tadashi's just finishing eating and feeding Hiro (the real challenge being making sure that the food actually gets into the little boy and stays in him instead of ending up all down the front of his shirt, resulting in the need for another change and also in fueling the elder boy's constant worry about his younger brother's nutrition-he remained a skinny little noodle, despite the school nurse's assurances that he was completely healthy despite his lack of weight) when there's a familiar knocking on the front door. Instantly he's on his feet, gathering bags and his little brother and barely managing not to trip over his own feet in his hurry.

"A bit anxious to see someone, are we?" GoGo flashes him a devilish grin as she watches him with amusement. Ah, revenge was sweet.

Tadashi tosses her a glare before announcing for the benefit of the others (but also mainly for her), "All right, I'm heading to school now. Because some of us don't have the benefit of having the day off and getting to stay up half the night without having to worry about being woken up at 7am!"

"Whatever." GoGo rolls her eyes and returns her attention to her breakfast, acting like she couldn't care less what he said.

"Have a good day! Be safe!" Wasabi calls after his two brothers as they head out into the front hallway. Tadashi still wasn't sure if his mother-henning was sweet or slightly annoying, but he makes sure to wave back before opening the front door.

"'Morning!" As soon as the door's open, Tadashi finds himself greeted with an eager kiss from his boyfriend of almost four years now.

"'Morning yourself," Tadashi agrees, trying not to smile too much and to ignore Hiro's pretend retching sounds as he returns the kiss.

"Ready to go?" Fred asks brightly, as usual absolutely buzzing with energy, despite the early hour.

"Yeah, I think so," Tadashi agrees as he closes and locks the door.

"Here." Fred gently presses a styrofoam coffee cup into his free hand when he turns back around. "You look like you could use it."

"Thanks." Tadashi gives him a warm smile before taking a long sip. Oh yeah, that was exactly what he'd needed.

"Daddy Freddy!" Hiro eagerly holds his arms out to the other adolescent, and, knowing that he'd squirm until he got his wish, Tadashi hands the toddler over to a beaming Fred.

"Hey, how's my little guy?" he coos, rubbing noses with the younger boy and grinning like crazy.

"Good!" Hiro answers, snuggling into his shoulder.

Tadashi tries not to completely lose it over how adorable the scene was while also trying (somewhat unsuccessfully) to reassure himself for the hundred and thousandth time that this wasn't unhealthy. Somehow a joke long ago about how Fred and Tadashi being almost like Hiro's two dads, plus more than a few people making a similar mistake while they'd been out with the younger boy, had resulted in the toddler happily adopting them as his own parental units since he honestly had been too young to remember much of his biological mom and dad. So Daddy Freddy and, when he allowed the title, Papa Dashi it was. Fred honestly had fallen in love with the role, instantly embracing it and taking every advantage that he could to spoil the younger boy. Tadashi found himself playing the more responsible parent, although sometimes he felt as if he had two kids instead of one.

"So, ready to go?" Fred asks, startling the other boy out of his reverie.

"What? Oh, yeah, I think so," Tadashi agrees, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face and feeling it quickly melt into a genuine expression as he follows his boyfriend and younger brother down the driveway to the limo that Fred's rich family had provided for their son to use and which had become a sort of shuttle for the miniature family to school and various other important events. As Tadashi settles back into his seat, nodding a "hello" to Heathcliff, Fred's chauffeur, he can't help but smile slightly as he watches Fred playing with Hiro next to him and then as he glances back at the house receding in the distance behind them as the head off into the neighborhood to start their day. It was a crazy life that he lived, sure, and it certainly wasn't perfect. But honestly? He wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.