Phew! Alright here we are! I've decided to split this chapter into two parts. Mainly because it'd make more sense that way. Do apologize for the delay!

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and that you have an even better New years!

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Saturdays in the Kougami household were relatively normal, they were almost an exact replica of every other day of the week. Almost. Saturdays and sometimes Sundays were the only days the Kougami twins got to sleep in until almost 11 am. After waking they'd be greeted with their favorite chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes and a nice tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The day was always packed full of fun things to do, whether it be learning how to roller skate in the park to a full day at the swimming pool the twins would be tired and tuckered out by dinner time.

Dinner time was by far their favorite time of the day (although they loved pancakes and the delicious lunch of hotdogs and ice cream was immensely enjoyed at the time). Dinner was a whole 'nother category, it varied, sometimes their mother would make an English cuisine or perhaps Indian, maybe even Thai. Whatever it was, it was new and it was different, every Saturday (and let's not forget the slice of chocolate cake with whip cream their daddy secretly lets them eat).

Which is why Yamato strived to make sure that this Saturday was like every other Saturday, he'll admit and say that for the past month Saturdays in the Kougami household had been rather bland.

Some days would pass with Yamato just being too worn out from everything to get up early and make chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes. But by at least 1 pm every Saturday, Yamato would drag himself to the park then to the little diner on the corner for hotdogs and ice cream no matter how exhausted he was. And then he'd make his way to Long Island, twins in tow, unable to, anymore, in fear of actually passing completely out.

He was more than thankful that the guys would entertain the kids while he went upstairs to try and get at least a couple more hours sleep. Teaching 25 to 30 moody, sometimes giggly but always loud teenage boys and girls from early morning to mid-afternoon was more stressful than people think. Combined with the stress of being in the middle of a divorce and trying to raise not one but two hyper six-year-olds. Yamato had a newfound respect for single hardworking mothers, he had no idea how they did it.

But this Saturday was going to be different, he was determined to make it so. And that's how Yamato found himself in the kitchen at 8:30 am trying to make both chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes from scratch.

"Hmmm, in a saucepan combine butter and milk, low heat, okay, check. In a bowl mix flour, sugar, baking powder?" Yamato pulled his head away from the cookbook and searched the cupboards for the little orange box labeled baking powder.

"Baking powder, check. Salt, check. Mixed, check."

Taking a sip (or four) of his double shot (almost triple) coffee because he was going to really need it, Yamato whisked the eggs and added the buttery milk mix. Once he added his dry ingredients to his wet, he added his chocolate chips and spooned the mix onto his burning hot buttery pan. Once the batter for his chocolate chip pancakes which smelled divine, was finished, Yamato started on his blueberry ones.

Mixing his flour, sugar, and salt, then his milk, eggs, and butter, he gently folded in his blueberries and set out to pour the batter into the pan. Thirty-five minutes later Yamato had his stack of blueberry pancakes next to his chocolate chip ones.

Yawning and sticking his now empty coffee cup into the sink, Yamato looked at the clock; it was now 9:30. Shaking his head a little, he started cleaning up his mess, making sure he washed all the bowls beforehand so there weren't tons of dishes to do later. Once all cleaned, he pulled out his electronic juice maker and grabbed the rather large bag of oranges he got the day before. He set out to make his freshly squeezed orange juice.

After twenty, yes twenty oranges, Yamato placed his pitcher of juice in the fridge to cool. Turning his eye to the rather large mess he sighed, it wasn't his fault he pushed down too hard causing the juice to squirt everywhere…Okay so maybe it was.

Getting to work, Yamato cleaned and put away his gadget, he may or may not have stroked it once (twice) with a loving sigh. Wiping down the counters, cupboards, and floor, he threw the paper towels away and started to set the table. Placing silverware, cups, Ruka's purple princess and Aki's green Hulk (his newest obsession) ones, with matching plates. Both sets had matching silverware but as Ruka said "Daddy. We're six, not three, matching forks are for babies" Aki steadily agreeing with his younger sister.

Honestly, Yamato had a hard time keeping the smile off his face and the laughter from his voice. Just the thought of his little girl with hands on her hips and a disapproving stare telling him off made him chuckle. It was adorable.

Setting both stacks of pancakes along with the syrup on the table, Yamato took another look at the clock which ticked 10:41. Leaving the juice in the fridge Yamato made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower before waking the twins.


Exactly fifteen minutes later two sleepy small redheads stared wide-eyed at the table, a slightly bigger but just as sleepy redhead stared at the younger pair.

Grinning at them both with a slightly tired look in his eyes Yamato asked: "So, what do you think?"

"Whoaaaaaaaaa" staring wide eye at the stack of pancakes Aki rushed to the table, his younger twin following right behind him. "Daddy, there's soooo many!" there were more pancakes sitting there than his mom ever made!

Ruka's eyes sparkled as she reached for a blueberry pancake "blueberry, chocolate, blueberry" she grinned as she stacked pancake on top of pancake.

Yamato looked amused as he watched her, "Sweetheart, don't you think that's too many?"

Ruka stopped and stared at her father like he just said the Toothfairy wasn't real, her eyes watering slightly.

Panicking Yamato quickly said, "Uh, I mean, that looks wonderful princess, be sure to eat it all."

Her tears magically gone, she grinned and nodded, "Okay daddy!"

Sighing in relief, he kissed her head and offered to pour their syrup.

Disaster one avoided? Confirmed.

One sticky hour later Yamato sent a very stick Aki to the bath (He'd knocked the syrup over himself and on top of the table). A less sticky –but still needing a bath- Ruka helped him clean up.

"All clean daddy!" Ruka bounded up to him with a big grin.

"Thanks, princess, why don't you go get ready for your bath hm?"

Grinning at her father Ruka nodded and with the grace of a six-year-old hopped her way to the bathroom.

Chuckling Yamato continued to clean up, today was starting off to be a good day-

"DADDY! Aki splashed water all over me!"

Ah yes, a very good day.


It's been awhile since we've had some twin action right? Perfect chapter(s) filler before the big meeting, yikes!

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