You sat patiently at the table with your 2 children, waiting for your order to be taken while Haruka tried calling a waiter over.

(Y/s/n), the older twin who resembled you from personality to appearance, was tapping his hands together impatiently, his head barely being seen over the table. "Daddy, I'm hungry!" Your daughter, (Y/s/n) stared blankly at her elder brother, knowing that it wasn't worth saying anything.

"All right!" you clapped your hands together while a familiar waiter walked towards your table, "what does everyone want?"

"Mummy, I want mackerel!"

"Mackerel, mummy."

"(Y/n), mackerel for me too."

You sighed, smiling to yourself. And you thought at least one of them would turn out to like something else!

"Um...the usual please, with extra mackerel," you ordered. Your family frequented this restaurant so there was no need to specify the dishes you wanted.

"Okay, (Y/n), I'm going," Haruka said before getting up from his seat. The twins' eyes followed your husband as he got up and walked out of sight...

...And their eyes followed him again, fifteen minutes later, as he returned into their sight and sat down again in his seat.

"Daddy, why do we c'mere all the time?" (Y/s/n) asked, his hands sprawled on the table.

"Because it's close by," your husband answered, reaching out to slice the bigger pieces of fish on his childrens' plate.

He looked at them expectantly, "How's the food today?" The children giggled at his question, "Daddy, you ask that everytime," your son replied on behalf of both of them.

"And we always say it's yummy," (Y/d/n) looked up at Haruka with a small smile on her face.

Haruka's eyes brightened, and he hummed in agreement. He lifted the two of them and sat both of them on his knees, sacrificing his own 'eating mackerel time' to be closer to his children.

"So, why don't you tell them why you ask them about their food all the time, Haru?" you smirked at him, clearly enjoying the look on his face.

Your son looked at Haruka for a moment and then his eyes widened, "Daddy's keeping a secret!" he accused.

Haruka clearly didn't know what to do. He took a deep breath, and weighed his options. Eventually he looked at the twins "(Y/s/n), (Y/d/n), I'm the one who made your dinner," he smiled unsurely at them. Soon, as if on cue, both of them clutched his cheeks with their tiny hands, "Daddy makes all the mackerel?" they looked up in awe.

He chuckled, and pointed at what was on their plates, "I make that."

They looked at Haruka, then at the plate, and then at each other. They seemed to understand and yet not understand at the same time.

It suddenly dawned on you why they were confused. They wanted to know why you always left after ordering a meal. They wanted to know what connection it had with making a meal. "Haru, I think they want to know where you disappear to," you suggested to him. He looked at you gratefully and turned his attention to the two on his lap

"I went to cook for all of you" was his short explanation to the hopeful eyes looking at him. Once again, they looked at each other.

"Eh?! Daddy, you mean all these days, it wasn't the bathroom you were going to?!" your son and daughter exclaimed.