"You're picking Emily up from soccer practice, right?"
"No, Kiku, I'm leaving her there and running away with you."
"Ha ha."
"Yes, babe, I'm picking her up. You know the soccer moms love me," The blonde held his phone between his shoulder and cheek, scrawling a signature at the bottom of a page. "They'd probably freak out worse than Emily would if I didn't show."
Alfred could hear the smile in Kiku's voice. "You're right about that. They hardly pay attention to the game when you're around."
"Is that - jealousy I hear?"
Kiku scoffed on the other end. "I'm not jealous. If anything, they should be jealous of me." There was another voice in the background, and he heard quick Japanese being exchanged between the two. Alfred signed another page as he idly eavesdropped, barely being able to translate what was being said before Kiku returned. "I've got to go. I'll get started on dinner when I get home."
"Ooh, what are we having?" If there was one thing that he looked forward to, it was Kiku's cooking.
"I...will get back to you on that."
Alfred chuckled. "Keeks, you could literally give me rabbit food and I'd still love it."
More rushed Japanese before it melted into English. "I have given you 'rabbit food'. You and Emily both hate vegetables." He sighed, and Alfred could see Kiku running a hand through his hair. "I really do have to go. Text me when you've gotten Emily?"
"Yup. Love you."
"Love you, too."
The blonde pocketed his phone, reshuffling the stack of papers on his desk. He had a very important meeting with the soccer moms at his daughter's practice that he did not plan on missing.
(He was sure there would be home made rice krispies at practice and definitely did not plan on missing those, either.)