I'm making a new story. I shouldn't be making a new story but here I am. I have some free time and was struck with this idea of creating a more happy story, considering Twisted makes me reach for a glass of wine every time I publish a chapter. There may be some minor spelling errors in the chapter but, like I said, I didn't have a lot of time. These will be one-shots mostly based on Takumi, Misaki, and their little miracle of life (SPOILER ALERT... not really.) If you like, comment. If you don't, I'll find you and make you comment.

Enjoy! (I don't own Maid-Sama. Only said miracle of life.)

Chapter 1- The Mall

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.

It was far too crowded, there were snotnosed children running haywire, and at least seven different santas 'ho-ho-ho's could be heard throughout the building.

To say Usui Takumi was irritated was an understatement.

The music was loud enough to beat on his eardrums, only for the convenience of reaching the dozens of shoppers that were pushing one another to reach any and everything within sight. The young blond even witnessed a mini catfight over a rather obscene UxMishi poster.

Christmas was horrid.

… and very dangerous…

With a long drawn-out sigh, Takumi brought both his index and middle finger to his temple before closing his eyes. Why was he here? What possessed him to come to such a hazardous place?

"Papa! Paaaaaapa!" A light, feminine voice cut through his overbearing mind. Opening one rather tired looking eye, Takumi peeked down at a mop of honey-blonde hair, much like his own.

Oh, that's why.

Twinkling hazel eyes that were near identical to Misaki's blinked rapidly in delight when gaining her father's attention. She hopped on the balls of her feet while clutching onto his arm in pure anticipation.

"Alright," Takumi nodded and produced a small smile for the sole benefit of his daughter. "Let's go." He released his hold on her wrist, an action he was forced to do when, only minutes ago, the hyperactive child nearly ran off without his permission, and ushered towards the nearest toy store.

With a clap of her hands and a beaming smile, Usui Minori turned on her heel and skipped towards the multi-colored grand entrance.

The food court was a complete madhouse, with nearly every table filled and every seat occupied. Takumi spotted a few empty chairs near the very corner of the room only to discard the idea when noticing a group of teenage boys roughhousing around with one another the table over.

He was not intimidated by the young high schoolers and the noise they were causing was nothing compared to the endless Christmas carols that droned on in his head for the past two hours. However, having a child that, at the moment, was hopping around his form with a raggedy stuffed doll (a doll Takumi gave her the day she arrived from the hospital and, to this day, refused both parents from touching… or washing it), had the emerald-eye young adult pursue a different course.

"Papa," Minori tugged on Takumi's hand whilst point towards a nearby food stand, "I want cake, Christmas cake!" She long hair brushed across her lower back as the five-year old jumped from foot-to-foot.

Said man only raised an eyebrow in response, causing the hazel-eyed girl to pout her bottom lip out in a silent plea.

"Please," she continued on when realizing her mistake.

Satisfied with her manners, Takumi patted Minori on her head before encasing his large hand within her own as the two weaved through the packed room.

A bit preoccupied with the thought of what to buy Misaki, Takumi realized too late when spotting a throng of people push their way through both him and his daughter, effectively cutting off their linked hands.

Almost immediately did the blond-haired man swerved around in hopes of locating Minori. After a few few seconds of gazing past faceless people, did Takumi feel his heartbeat start to pick up.

"Minori?" He called out, backtracking towards where the two were once standing only a few moments ago. Spotting only an elderly couple and a few middleschoolers was enough to put him on edge. "Minori!"

He lost his daughter. Where was his daughter? Where the hell was his fucking daughter?

Increasing his walk to a near jog, Takumi shoved his way through the onslaught of bodies, feeling his anxiety creep up to an all-out panic.

Racking a shaky hand through his locks, the emerald-eye man swallowed a lump of saliva that became lodged in his throat.

This was why he hated the mall.

"You what?!" Misaki's voice screeched out through his cellphones receiver, causing Takumi to close his eyes in defeat. After nearly five minutes of searching for his missing daughter, all the while fighting down a feeling that closely resembled that of a heart attack, Takumi threw away his pride (something he never needed in the first place) and called his loving Misaki.

Surely she knew what to do.

"Misa, calm down-"

"You're telling me to calm down when my daughter is lost in a mall filled with random people?!" She interrupted Takumi, her voice borderlining hysterics.

"Our daughter, Misa, and I'm looking for her!" He snapped back when feeling his own patience diminish. After asking several civilians and receiving negative feedback, as well as judgemental stares, Takumi began storming through random stores, hoping to find Minori playing one of those demo games that usually attracted young children.

"Well look harder!" The brunette yelled, paying no heed to the strange stares she was gaining from her fellow classmates. She quickly gathered her belongings and, ignoring the professor that just walked through the threshold, made a hasty exit to the back double doors.

Briefly hearing her name being called by several students as well as her teacher, Misaki slammed the door shut and began sprinting down the hallway, a slight scowl on her lips.

"Use your stalker-experience and find Minori, Takumi! Where are you? What mall are you at?" She slammed against a tall male student who glowered at her. "Move!" She growled and watched with little-to-no satisfaction as the man quickly stepped aside like a kicked puppy.

"I'll find her." He rushed out when realizing her actions, "Misaki, go to your lessons, okay? I can find her, I will find her."

"No," said girl bit out as she fumbled with her car keys, "now I'll repeat this one last time. Where. Are. You."

"I-" Takumi halted when exiting a childrens clothing store, his eyes zeroing in on a rather enormous-looking candy cane. "Hold on." Disregarding Misaki's next words, Takumi zigzagged around the numberless line that held excited children of all ages.

Just as he was a few feet from the twin candycane poles, did the most reassuring sound reach Takumi's ears.

"... and I want two scarves that are green, one for my mama and papa!" A cheerful tone continued on as the young man came to a halt.

Minori weaved her fingers together and gave the fake Santa a giant smile, showing all her baby teeth. Noticing the older man nod in approval, she once more opened her mouth to ask if her aunt Suzuna could smile more, when her doe eyes suddenly caught sight of her heavily breathing father.

"Papa!" She yelped eagerly before quickly hopping off the fake Santa's lap. She wasted no time in running towards her father, paying no mind towards her bangs that repeatedly got in the way of her eyes.

Allowing a great sigh of pure relief to leave his lips, Takumi crouched down and opened his arms just as Minori plowed into him with a happy giggle. Picking her up with ease, the older man squeezed his little girl tight, feeling his heavy heart slowly lift.

"Minori," Takumi began, only to remember a worried Misaki on the other line. Placing his phone back up to his ear, Takumi began walking away from the meet-and-greet with lighter steps, Minori still encased within his arms.

"-and I'll make sure you never have children again! Do you hear me Takumi?!" Misaki rambled on as her frustration level grew when hearing no words from the other line.

"Misa," Takumi stated, "she's right here. Minori's fine, okay? Say hi to Moma, Minori." He quickly placed the phone towards his daughters ear, noticing the radiant smile that overtook her lips.

"Moma! Guess what? I saw Santa and I told him to get scarfs for you and Papa because you have to be warm and it's cold outside and you'll get sick if you don't!" She rushed out in one sentence, her skinny fingers gripping the phone tightly. Not being able to hear Misaki's reply, Takumi started towards the malls entrance, his mind set on taking his daughter home and banning her from stepping outside for the next thirty years.

"Really?" Misaki questioned, her tone much lighter than moments ago. Resting her head against her cars steering wheel, Misaki closed her eyes and listened to her daughters chipper voice.

"Yeah!" Minori exclaimed as she rested her forehead against the crook of her father's neck. "But Papa really wanted to get you something, Mama."

Placing a loving kiss on Minori's temple, Takumi allowed a smile to grace his lips. He could finally relax now that Minori was within his line of sight.

"Oh! I remember, I remember! Papa wanted to get you a ring, Moma! That's why we went to the mall!" Minori spoke up, unaware of the widening of Takumi's eyes.

He grabbed the phone out of his daughters hand and, knowing the consequences, ended the call. It was quiet as the pair walked towards his car.

"Papa?" The child looked up at said man, noticing the slight downturn of his lips.

"Well," Takumi groaned, only prolonging it when hearing the ringing of his cell phone, "there goes the surprise…"