Hey guys! So this is chapter seven of Home. Like I said in the last chapter it's Shizuo's birthday. And I didn't even realize that I finished this the day before Izaya's birthday. So this set of drabble is going to go in chronological order. I made sure that Shizuo's birthday was first because his is January 28. Izaya's is going to be later. Okay, enjoy!
Chapter Seven
Shizuo snuggled into his fluffy comforter, groaning in protest when the sun hit his eyes. Izaya must have gotten up before him. His husband always drew back the curtains if he got up first, just to annoy the blonde. Shizuo smashed his face into the pillow, but turned over onto his back when he couldn't fall back asleep. Ugh, his husband was an asshole. Though he knew that before they got married.
He heard the door to their bedroom creak open, slowly, as if the person who was opening it was trying to be sneaky. Shizuo ignored the sound, keeping his eyes closed. He let out a little smirk. Izaya was probably trying to scare him awake again, even though the last time he did that, Shizuo had tackled him to the floor. Well, this time he wouldn't give his husband the satisfaction of scaring him. If there was one thing his husband hated, it was not getting a reaction out of someone.
But instead of a loud shout of, "Boo!", in his ear, there was just a childish giggle.
Wait a minute, Shizuo thought, that sounds like-
Before he got to finish his thought, a weight dropped onto his stomach. "Oof!" he grunted. He opened his eyes to see his son sitting peacefully on his stomach and his husband laughing.
He glared at his lover. "Izaya," he started, but he was interrupted as he felt tiny arms wrap around his neck.
"Happy birthday Papa!" Mikado shouted. Shizuo winced a little at the volume, but he still smiled and returned the hug.
That's right, today's my birthday. I had forgotten about that. Though apparently Izaya didn't. The thought made him smile. Last year on his birthday he had gotten into a fight with Izaya and had left to blow off some steam. And of course, he couldn't leave the house without someone pissing him off, so he got into a fight with some punk. That punk had turned out to have about five other punk friends. Shizuo had beaten all of them, but he had come home bruised, bloody, and tired. Izaya had taken one look at him, taken him to the living room, and insisted on treating all of his wounds. When he was done he had taken Shizuo into the kitchen where there had been a cake waiting on the table reading, 'Happy Birthday Shizu-chan'.
This year, hizuo would make sure that he didn't run out and pick a fight with a bunch of street punks. This year, he had a wonderful son and husband to celebrate his birthday with him. He smiled and hugged his little boy.
Mikado was determined to make sure that Shizuo had an incredible birthday. And apparently an incredible birthday meant that Shizuo was not allowed to do anything.
"No, Papa, you're not supposed to make breakfast," Mikado said when Shizuo had suggested that he would make something for all of them. But Mikado was having none of that.
"Me and Daddy are gonna make you pancakes," the four-year-old stated firmly. Izaya gave a laugh at the stern little boy. "You better do as he says, Shizu-chan," his husband teased.
Shizuo let out a laugh and held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright," he said. "You're the boss."
Mikado gave a nod at that, then trotted off into the kitchen, a laughing Shizuo and Izaya following him. It was mostly Izaya making the breakfast while Mikado read off the instructions and poured some different ingredients into the bowl. In retrospect, having a four-year-old pour in a cup of flour and expecting him to do it neatly was probably not the best decision. Shizuo made sure to get a picture of the two ravens covered in flour and grinning, a spatula in Izaya's one hand and a cup of sugar in another.
Shizuo took his son to wash the flour off of him while his husband watched the pancakes. Mikado gave a bright smile when he saw his Papa filling the tub. "Yay! Bath time!" For some odd reason, Mikado enjoyed bath time a lot. In fact, sometimes Shizuo thought that the boy got purposely dirty just so he could get two baths in one day. Which just puzzled his fathers at first. Weren't children supposed to not like baths? They both had memories of whining and resisting their parents whenever the dreaded bath time came around. But whatever, it just made it easier to get their son clean.
Since it was only a quick bath Shizuo didn't add any bubbles in it, but he made sure to put in a couple of Mikado's favorite bath toys. There was Detective Quackers, a yellow duck, Miss Fluffy, a blue fish, and a pink shark, which for some odd reason Mikado had named Greg. As the little one played with his toys, creating a complicated plot that involved space aliens and knights, Shizuo shampooed and rinsed his hair. He made sure to scrub off the flour that Mikado had managed to get on his chest, hands, and face too.
"Papa?" he heard a little voice ask. "Yeah?" he inquired, focused on getting the flour off of his son.
"Guess what?"
Shizuo gave a small grin. Mikado loved guessing games. "What?" he asked. Mikado gestured for the blonde to come closer, and Shizuo obliged. The four-year-old put his mouth near his Papa's ear and whispered quietly, "Me and Daddy have a surprise for you."
"Oh, really? What is it?"
Mikado shook his head suddenly. "No, I'm not supposed to tell you. Daddy said I have to keep it a secret."
Shizuo picked his on out of the bath and started to towel him dry. "Oh, come on now, you can tell me. It is my birthday."
Mikado looked conflicted for a moment, torn between keeping his promise to his Daddy and fulfilling his Papa's wish on his birthday. However, his dilemma was solved when he heard a voice from the doorway.
"Don't listen to him Mikado," Izaya said, playfully glaring at his husband. "Just because it's his birthday doesn't mean we're going to give away the surprise."
Shizuo laughed as he dressed his son. Mikado was nodding firmly now, a determined set to his jaw. He cast a sorry glance at Shizuo. "Sorry, Papa," he said regretfully. The blonde just laughed and assured his son that it was okay. They walked into the kitchen where there was a great pile of golden pancakes on the table, accompanied by syrup, butter, and peanut butter. Izaya loved to put the brown stuff on his pancakes, even though both Shizuo and Mikado told him that it was gross.
As they started eating Shizuo questioned the two. "So, what are the plans for today?" he asked.
Izaya looked up from where he was trying to wipe off the syrup from Mikado's face. "We," he said, "are going to stay home all day. At lunch Kasuka, Simon, Shinra, and Celty are going to come over and we are going to have cake."
"Alright, that sounds good. When do I get my surprise?"
Mikado firmly stated that he would get his surprise after dinner that night. Shizuo nearly groaned. He hated waiting and he hated suspense. Izaya knew that. Ugh, he said it before and he'll say it again, he had married an asshole.
Lunch had been a fun affair. Simon had brought sushi for everyone, and they had all gotten Shizuo presents, despite his insistence that they hadn't needed to trouble themselves. Kasuka had gotten him a brand new phone, Simon had made him his favorite sushi platter, Shinra gave him a book titled 'How To Control Your Anger', and Celty had punched her husband before giving him a new pair of sunglasses and a couple of new bowties.
Izaya gave him an easel and some paints. It was little known that Shizuo enjoyed painting as a hobby. He wanted to leap across the table and kiss his husband for the thoughtfulness that had gone into the gift, but with his brother, their friends, and their son watching them, he didn't feel like that would be an appropriate reaction. Instead he just smiled widely and thanked the man.
Mikado had drawn him a picture. It included Izaya, Simon, Kasuka, Celty, Shinra, himself, and Shizuo. He had written all of their names under them, and he had titles it 'My Family'. He had given it to Shizuo shyly, like he had been afraid that his Papa would deny his present. Shizuo had looked at the picture before picking up his little boy and squeezing him in a hug. He had kept the boy in his grip until he heard the choked plea for air.
After that, the others had filed out gradually. Kasuka had been the last to leave. He had given Shizuo, Mikado, and, after pause, hugs. A while after their guests had left they just hung out around the house. They had all curled up on the couch and watched a movie, then they had dinner. Fettuccine with alfredo sauce, Shizuo's favorite.
Then Mikado had insisted that they had needed to have dessert, which had turned out to be ice cream with different toppings. Shizuo had gone with plain vanilla, smothered in caramel and chocolate sauce, while Izaya had chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles. Mikado ate his orange sherbet, but he still mooched off of his parents, begging them for bites of their confections with his eyes, and of course they had given in.
Now that had finished their dinner and ice cream, Shizuo was practically vibrating with impatience. Izaya had taken one look at his jumpy husband and left the room with a smirk, stating that he needed to get the surprise from a different place.
As they were waiting for Izaya to come back Mikado clambered into the blonde's lap and snuggled up to him.
"Papa? Was this a good birthday?" he asked. "Yeah, little guy, it was," Shizuo responded. That had made the four-year-old look up at him with wide shining eyes.
"Was this your best birthday ever?"
"Yes, buddy, it was my best one ever. Especially now that you're with your Daddy and I."
Mikado had practically squealed in delight. At that moment, Shizuo heard Izaya come in the door. He waited patiently for his husband. Mikado squirmed until he was let down on the floor and made sure he had a good view of Shizuo's face.
He didn't know what he had expected for his surprise, but it certainly hadn't been a squirming, wriggling, puppy dropped into his lap. It was a medium sized thing, brown with a white underbelly, and full of energy. It leaned up and licked Shizuo's face, covering him in slobber.
"A pit bull?" he asked between laughter. Ever since he could remember, he had wanted a dog. Dogs were loyal, fun, and cuddly. He had never mentioned wanting one to Izaya, but apparently the man had picked up on his longing looks towards dogs on the street and on the television.
"Yep," Izaya replied. "His name is Rufus and he's about a year old. Mikado and I picked him from a shelter. What do you think?"
"Do you like him, Papa?" Mikado asked. "He's really nice. We had to keep him at the neighbors today."
Shizuo looked at his little boy with shining eyes, at his husband with a real smile on his face this time, not just the playful smirk he had on. Then, he looked at the puppy wriggling around on his lap, looking at him with eyes as brown as his soft fur.
"I love him," he said quietly. "I love him as much as I love you guys."
