A/N: Why hello there! 'Tis me again, your friendly fanfiction author! I have been super hooked on Fates recently, hence why you guys are getting this little slice of life series here. Basically, this won't have a set end. I'm just going to keep expanding on it whenever I have a new idea. So this may turn out to be a work in progress for a number of years. Because I'm sure I'll still be writing fanfiction in my thirties. No doubt about that. :P

So as the description states, these little pieces are centered around CorrinxTakumi and their children. Why, you ask? Because I ship them like no other pairing I have shipped in the past. I decided to go with the generic Corrin over my avatar, because I wanted all you ladies out there to be able to relate! So you can think of it as a self-insert, or you can think of it as just Corrin as a character. It makes absolutely no difference to me!

That's all I have to say for now, then! Hope you enjoy! :)

I do not own Fire Emblem. All characters belong to Nintendo/Intelligent Systems.

Corrin loved her family. They were everything that she could've ever asked for. There wasn't a thing in the world that she wouldn't do for them. Even though they had their trials sometimes like any other family, she knew in her heart that nothing could ever tear them apart. In her eyes, they were perfect.

"Very good, dear," Takumi said from across the dinner table. "Is this a new recipe?"

"Oh, yes," Corrin said, being ripped out of her thoughts. "Elise gave it to me." She blushed a little at her husband's complements on her cooking. She had never been very good at it, but once she married Takumi, she decided that she ought to refine her skills in the kitchen. After all, what kind of wife would she be if she couldn't please her family's palates?

Takumi extended his hand and found hers. "Well, I'd say it's a success. You should make it more often." He smiled lovingly at her. Takumi was well aware of his wife's former blunders in the kitchen, having heard many humorous stories from the Nohrian siblings. It warmed his heart to know that she was trying her very best to make him happy. "Isn't that right, Kiragi?" He glanced over at their four-year-old son, who was moving the potatoes around on his plate with his fork, looking as if they would jump out and bite him.

Corrin only sighed. "Kiragi, please just eat," she begged, propping her elbows up on the table. "You're not going to grow big and strong if you don't." Corrin couldn't even count how many times they'd gone through this. Kiragi was ever the defiant child, not to mention the pickiest eater she had encountered in her entire life. According to Ryoma, he was exactly like his father at that age, which Takumi denied fervently. "Now be a good boy and eat."

"I don't want to!" Kiragi whined back at his mother. "It looks awful."

"Kiragi!" Corrin raised her voice, starting to get up from her chair. Takumi held out his hand, however.

"Relax, dear," he said softly. "I don't want you getting worked up over this." Corrin sighed in agreement, repositioning herself. She supposed he was right. After all, she was nearly eight months along with their second child. She didn't need any extra stressors at the moment. "Now, Kiragi," Takumi began, moving his chair closer to his son's, "do you know how hard Mommy worked to make this food for us?"

Little Kiragi didn't look his father in the eye, merely played with his food some more. "I dunno," came the reply.

"Well, she worked very hard, and you would really make her happy by eating," Takumi reasoned. He took Kiragi's hand and guided it towards the potatoes, picking up a nice mouthful on the fork. Kiragi opened his mouth a tiny bit, but closed it right as Takumi brought the potatoes to his lips, causing him to leave a mess on the little boy's face. Kiragi virtually gave no reaction, just continued to sit there and pout.

"Takumi, let me get a rag," Corrin said, feeling rather hopeless at this point.

"No need," Takumi told her. "I've got an idea." Takumi reached out and took Kiragi's chin in his hand, forcing him to turn his head towards his father. "Uh oh, Kiragi," he said, feigning concern.

Kiragi's eyes widened ever so slightly. "What?"

"Daddy's still a bit hungry," Takumi said with a smirk on his face. "And you've got a little food on your face." Kiragi tried to turn his head away as Takumi moved even closer, though there was a small smile blossoming beneath the mashed potatoes. "I just might have to eat you instead." Corrin giggled softly as Takumi planted kisses all over Kiragi's face, growling like the absolute papa bear he was. Kiragi began to laugh, putting his hands up to avoid Takumi's kisses.

"Daddy, stop it!" he pleaded through his laughter, but both Corrin and Takumi could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying it. Takumi obeyed his son, and Kiragi was given a moment to recapture his breath.

"Come on," Takumi said gently, picking up the fork again. "Eat up, kiddo."

And this time, Kiragi had no objections. He gladly took the bite of potatoes. Much to his surprise, he actually liked the way they tasted. "Mmmm, these are great, Mommy!"

Corrin blushed a little. It was the first time little Kiragi had openly admitted that he liked something she made. "Thanks, sweet pea," she said, reaching over to tousle his hair slightly.

"Well, what do you think, Kiragi?" Takumi asked once he'd finished his food. "Should we give you a bath and then put you to bed?" All smiles were gone the moment Takumi had said the word "bath".

"I don't want a bath!" Kiragi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know you don't want one, but you need one," Takumi said, picking up Kiragi and slinging him over his shoulder. He ignored the crying that ensued to the best of his ability.

"Give me a moment to clean up and then I'll help you," Corrin said, gathering all the dishes.

"I can handle it by myself," Takumi insisted, giving her a quick kiss. "The sooner we get him to bed, the sooner we can relax, too."

Corrin nodded, but she still looked nervous. "Alright, but you've never bathed him on your own before. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Takumi looked hurt. "Please, Corrin, you insult me. How hard could it be to give our kid a bath?" And with that, he took off toward the washroom. Kiragi looked back at his mother with a pleading expression. Corrin convinced herself that her boys would be just fine, and continued cleaning up the table. After all, it was only a bath. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please favorite and review! See ya later! :)