A bit of a drabble one-shot. Please read and review
Usami and Takahiro are speaking during lunch at their favorite family restaraunt. Mahiro is in the highchair, because Manami was much to busy to take him that day. Akihiko smiles at him phone where he keeps a picture of Misaki hidden. "You know Usagi, you're lucky to have ever met Misaki." The noirette smiles and takes a bite of his sandwich, as Usami sets his phone down and slurps on his soup. "What do you mean by that Takahiro?" His friend gave him a bewildered look as though he was saying the most insane thing ever. "Didn't I ever tell you?"
The silver haired man slowly shook his head, and leaned forward keen on listening to the story. "Well Misaki was a premature baby." Akihiko was now completely shocked, yes premature births were a lot more common now, and most of them survived to this day however when Misaki was born ((late 80's or early 90's)) 99% of the time it meant an instantaneous death for the child. Takahiro sipped his coffee and smiled. "Yeah, I remember that day like it was yesterday. Our mother was having complications with her pregnancy such as bleeding, and Misaki not developing well. After five months of pregnancy she had to be forced into labor because Misaki was not able to grow anymore in the womb. He was breathing when he was born however he would not move, they put him on life support however for the first few days it was a really touch and go situation. We didn't name him right away because we thought that he was just going to die." He sipped on his coffee and smiled. "I guess it's obvious that he survived but you would not believe how tiny he was." Takahiro fumbled through his wallet, somehow having a picture for each story. He handed Akihiko the photo, and the man was astounded by it. A picture of Misaki when he was first born, smaller than the length of a toothbrush. "He weighed less than a pound." Akihiko smiled and finished his food, then said goodbye to his friend.
Upon returning home Misaki greeted him with a casual hello, and continued to clean. Not aware of what the silver haired man was thinking, about how lucky he was to even love Misaki. About how lucky they both were.