Ai had always known that Momo was a 'do it on impulse' kind of person, but this was ridiculous.

The orange haired twenty-two year old had gone way too far this time. Ai was having a pleasant day, minding his own business, actually waking up early for once. He smiled and walked the three blocks to the elementary school that morning, going through his schedule in his head.

Humming pleasantly, he strided through the school doors and greeted the people in the office taking the absent calls before grabbing his classroom keys. It had all been so calm and casual, he probably should have suspected that something was wrong, but he was too happy enjoying his day to really dwell on why things were so… normal. In all of his twenty-three years of life, Aiichiro Nitori, had never had such a peaceful, undisturbed day.

So when the call came from his energetic friend he shouldn't have been surprised that something life changing had just happened.

"You what?!" The silver haired man kept his voice as calm and collected as he could as he screamed into the phone. He could practically hear the other male flinch at his harsh tone. Ai had been in the middle of class when he called, luckily (or unluckily) all his kindergarteners were napping so he had time to talk.

"I did something very stupid and I need help!" Momo sounded as if he were going to break down into tears. Which was understandable considering his situation.

"You stole a Baby!" desperately trying to hold onto the last bit of his sanity, Ai took deep breaths. He nervously glanced around, he hadn't woken any of the kids right?

"I didn't steal it! I swear it's all perfectly legal! I Adopted." Sighing, Ai rubbed his temples. He was puzzled on what exactly just happened. He was about to speak again when Momo said in a quieter voice, "You told me I'd be a great dad."

Exasperated, Ai snapped rather loudly, "I was giving you a compliment! Not permission, Momo, Oh my god!"

Silence was all that was coming from the other line. The usually calm male was beginning to lose his temper. But he really couldn't be all that surprised. In all honesty, he should have expected it, Momo was Momo after all. Biting back his frustration he calmly spoke again, "Fine. I'll come over after I finish work. Wait."

And he hung up.

Closing his eyes, he figured that he should rest while he could. He didn't reopen them until he felt a tug on his pants.

"Nitori-sensei. What's wrong?" A shining pair of brown eyes looked up at the kindergarten teacher. Letting out a breath, Ai ruffled the little boys hair and smiled.

"Oh, nothings really wrong Hinata. My friend just did something very, uh, bad." Getting a puzzled look in return, Ai expanded, "My friend, he only has a small job at the local Aquarium, he doesn't make much. Anyways, he just impulse adopted a baby. He doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife, to help him." Ai sighed again. The little boy tilted his head, obviously not understanding.

The little boy looked up at him with a determined expression, "I...I don't really know what you mean but… But isn't a baby a good thing?"

Ai couldn't help but giggle at the boys innocence. Kindergarteners were so pure hearted. "Yes Hinata, they are usually a good thing. But knowing my friend, this is also going to become a lot more work for me."

"Well, you will be good sensei! You take good care of us. You'll be better than those girls." Hinata's nose scrunched up. Giggling again, Ai recalled the little kindergarten girls forcing the poor boy into playing house by repeatedly hitting him with a baby doll.

"Thank you Hinata."

The walk to Momo's house was the longest and most stressful walk Ai had ever had. A very big difference compared to this morning. The elementary school that Ai worked at was five blocks away from Momo's small apartment. The sun was still in the sky when he arrived at the big building. The tired boy lugged his feet up six whole flights of stairs. Six! Momo sacrificed being able to access his apartment easily for a fairly large space. Ai knew that the cheap apartment was only cheap because of the lack of elevator and that the apartment was great but. Why couldn't Momo just be normal?

When Ai unlocked the door to the apartment, he nearly killed himself by slipping on a toy that was carelessly thrown. Ai carefully navigated to the living room, making sure not to step on any of the clutter.

"Momo? Where are you?" Ai followed the screaming, but he couldn't find the source.

"Here! Help!" The strangled cry came from behind the dark colored sofa. The wails began to grow as Ai neared.

"Momo!" Ai looked down at the man that he could now consider his best friend. Momo smiled weakly up at the silver haired person in front of him.

"Ai! I want you to meet," Momo began to stand up, "Shouta Mikoshiba!"

Ai fell in love. He could feel his heart being pierced by an arrow the moment his blue eyes saw the pudgy baby's face.

The baby fussed. Whiny little thing. But Ai had grown up around babies his whole life, and considering how whiny his little siblings were this was nothing.

"Ah, Momo what is the problem?" Ai shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"He won't stop crying! Not to mention, I have nothing for a baby here. I need help!" Momo's eyes teared up a bit. The other man sighed. Of course Momo didn't have anything for a baby. How the hell did he pass all of the tests for adoption?

"Well then we have to make a list. Then we can run out to the store and go shopping." Ai rationalized. He began thinking of things while wandering into Momo's kitchen in search of the yellow legal pad he kept.

"Well, we need the basics. Diapers, wipes, bottles, formula." Ai began to quickly scribble on the pad as he leaned on the couch next to the two others. "I see that you at least have a crib and changing table. So those are two big things out of the way."

Momo nodded, helplessly trying to calm the baby. "We need some clothes too."

"Here you write." The yellow pad and pen was placed on the back of the couch as Ai took the crying ball from Momo. Ai felt his heart pound with delight. He was holding a baby. Holding little Shouta. His heart swelled with pride and happiness. The baby calmed as he pressed its head against his chest. The lulled baby was calm at last.

"Oh we also need- Momo?" Momo started at him with amazement laced in his expression.

"Huh? Oh. Sorry. How did you do that?" Momo sat dumbfounded.

"Haha, it takes practice. But we also need bibs and lots of Lysol. The place has to be as clean and sterile as possible." Ai laughed at the starstruck expression. The redhead scribbled furiously on the pad so fast Ai was scared he would start a fire.

"I think we're good! I've saved up some money so we can go shopping. Uh, when should we go?" Ai smiled to himself as the man in front of him nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Well, considering that this diaper won't last forever, I suggest now." The fusses the baby began to make slowly went away as he felt the soft rocking motion. Momo nodded eagerly and wandered in the direction of his bedroom. He came back moments later with a wallet and his phone.

"Oh before we leave," Momo extended his phone out and took a picture of the three of them, "This is Shouta's first shopping trip."

"Ah, so you're making a scrapbook?" The thought of Momo sitting down and taking time to make a scrapbook made Ai want to giggle again. Momo didn't seem like the type.

"No, that takes too much work. I made a tumblr account to keep pictures and memories on." Momo smiled. Tumblr, how childish. But childish was Momo's middle name, "follow him so that you can see pictures of him. I'm adding a link to your blog to this!"

"But Momo, I haven't used that account since I was in highschool. I don't even think I remember the password." Momo seemed to not have heard him. Or more like he choose not to hear him.

"Look how cute the picture is!" He waved his phone up and down to emphasize the fact that it was cute.

"Ah. Momo can you please stop moving it, I can't see it properly." The movement was making Ai dizzy. The silver haired man took the phone with one hand and tried to balance Shouta with the other. The picture was admittedly cute. Momo had placed an arm around a slightly shocked looking Ai while Shouta rested peacefully oblivious in the shorter's arms. The baby was cute, tuffs of tiny light orange hair poked out from under his hat as he sucked on a pacifier with a picture of an otter on it.

Ai's heart did one of those weird flipping things again as he ran his thumb over Shouta's picture. His thumb moved up and he read the comment underneath.

"Shouta's first family outing!

Ai's blog"

And Ai could feel himself flush. Family? Well, Ai was probably the really cool uncle that Shouta would adore... But the picture was suggesting otherwise. Momo didn't seem to notice what he could or couldn't have been implying but Ai sure did. But did he really care? No. Well, maybe a little, but there were more important things to worry about at the moment.

Ai dragged his thumb up to find the previous post. It was a picture of Shouta in a stroller, sleeping. The caption was "Welcome to your new home Shouta Mikoshiba!"

Ai looked at the picture and back down to the actual real life thing. Pretty photogenic baby if you asked him. "Ai, you ready to go?"

Momo finished preparing the stroller, collapsing it so that he could carry it down the stairs. Ai then slipped on his shoes. He waited for Momo to put on his sneakers before walking down the hall with the baby.

They made small talk as they walked down the six flights of stairs, chatting about how Ai's day was at the elementary school. Momo struggled for a minute when they got outside, wrestling with the stroller trying to open it. An older couple passed them on the street smiling.

"Oh he is just so cute." The elderly lady cooed and Ai's face lit up.

"Thank you!"

"Ah, how old is he?" The lady leaned her face closer to Shouta. Ai looked at Momo, how old was Shouta?

"A month and three days. Ahh." Momo was still trying to open the stroller. Ai looked lovingly back down at the baby, so young. So cute. His loving look was only broken and replaced by sheer embarrassment when the woman spoke again.

"You two will get the hang of it, all new parents do, soon enough that stroller will open by you just glaring at it."

She laughed and her husband gave a warm smile. Ai blushed, unsure of how he could politely correct them because while this was Momos baby and yes Momo would get the hang of it, Shouta was not Ai's. Ai couldn't help but wonder if Momo caught the woman's casual comment. It didn't seem like he did...

"Ah. You two have a nice family stroll. We'll be on our way." She waved and continued walking, or shuffling, down the path.

"How's the stroller coming along?" Ai heard a quick pop and a cry of victory. This probably meant that he fixed it.

Placing the now drowsy baby in the stroller, Ai placed a tiny kiss to Shouta's forehead. He was warming up to the little guy. Well that wasn't true, he loved Shouta the minute he saw him, kind of like love at first sight. Momo was going to need help, and it was a good thing that Ai was a kindergarten teacher.

"So," Momos voice was quieter than usual as he walked by Ai, "why didn't you correct that lady?"

Ah, so he had been listening.

"I didn't have the heart. She was old, let her have her beliefs and happiness." Ai smiled and continued in the direction of the store, going through the mental list of things again.

"Ah. I see," Momo surprisingly only laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. That's when Ai noticed something. Something very important.

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...he realized that he was

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...

"Hey, why am I the one pushing the stroller?"