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Chapter Twelve:
Stretching, Amu sighed, "We're finally here!"
Risa looked around the spacious apartment. "How much was this?" she speculated.
"Sweetie, you're four," Amu chuckled. "Mommy will worry about those things, for now."
Ikuto also stepped in, his luggage rolling behind him.
"Why… are you in here?" Amu asked, confused.
"I'm living here, too," Ikuto said, as if it was obvious.
"HAH?!" Amu shrieked.
Risa covered her ears. "Mommy!" she sighed. "Of course he's living with us! He's my papa!"
You didn't, she gave Ikuto a warning look. He merely shrugged.
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Amu rubbed her bubblegum hair in a white towel and strolled into the master bedroom. The room was decorated nicely, modern yet luxurious. There were point colors of beige, white, and gray. A master bath was connected up to the room, as well as a sitting room. On one side of the sitting room, there was a vast window that displayed LA's coloring views. A convenient acrylic vanity rested next to a king sized bed… Wait… A bed?
"Ikuto," Amu called.
No response.
"Ikuto…?" Amu called once more. She opened the door to the master bath.
Her face flushed as she witnessed Ikuto with only a towel wrapped around his middle, er, part. "Ack!" she screamed as she slammed the door shut.
In effort to calm herself, Amu sat herself on the bed, sighing.
Strong, muscular arms snaked around her shoulders. "Did you like what you saw?" he nipped at her ear.
"N-N-no!" Amu stammered. "I-I mean it's not like I d-d-idn't like it… but it was a s-surprise…"
"Was it a nice surprise?"
"W-well…"
"Hm?"
"I think I need to go to bed," Amu hurriedly crawled inside the covers. "Where are you going to sleep, Ikuto? Is there another bed somewhere?"
"What're you talking about?" Ikuto said, half-naked only wearing sweatpants. "I'm sleeping here, Amu-koi."
"What…?"
"Did you expect me to get a separate bed when I have a chance to cuddle with you?" Ikuto smirked.
Amu gawked.
He patted her on the shoulder. "I'm just kidding," he said, pecking me on the cheek. "I'm going on the couch."
Amu was still in shock when he walked out, slowly laying down. "He could've slept in here," she whispered under her breath, guilty about making him sleep on the couch.
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Amu rustled underneath her covers. She moaned as she felt the sun's hues flash her body. Her nose was greeted with a delicious, sweet smell. Pulling her flowing hair into a bun, she stepped out into the vast living room.
"Mmm," Amu licked her lips after witnessing the golden pancakes sitting on the kitchen island. "These look nice." She leaned over and started eating.
Someone pecked her on the cheek. "Morning, babe," Ikuto said, walking over to the stove and buttering the pan.
"Why are you up so early?" Amu asked.
"Decided I would make some breakfast for you," Ikuto replied, spreading the batter on with a ladle.
"I still think I'm dreaming," she sighed, resting her face on her fist. "Sometimes I wonder if this is all real? I'm afraid when I wake up, you'll be gone again."
Turning off the stove and sliding the pancakes off, Ikuto lifted Amu's chin, his usual playful face dead serious. "I'm never leaving you or Risa again, Amu," he declared. "I can promise you that."
Amu gave him a painful smile. "It's kind of hard to get over that, you know?"
"I'm sorry," Ikuto caressed her face.
Risa coughed. "Hi mommy," she said awkwardly. "Hi daddy."
Amu cleared her throat. "Good morning, honey," she smiled. "Did you have problems with jetlag?"
The girl pointed to her dark circles. "I think I need a nap," she whimpered, climbing up to the stool.
Kissing her on the forehead, Amu headed to change. She picked out a white blouse, burgundy skirt, black tights, and a light-colored cardigan.
"You look great," Ikuto smiled as he walked in.
"Didn't you tell me that I was going to have a job here?" Amu questioned.
"Well…" Ikuto hesitated.
She gave him a warning look. "That better not have been a lie," she growled.
"It's not a lie…" Ikuto said, swooping his arms around his girlfriend. "Do you have to work? I can provide for all three of us."
"I don't want to keep receiving from you," Amu demanded. "I don't want to be a burden. Worst of all, I don't want to be a trophy for you to wave around."
"You're not!" Ikuto pleaded. "The last thing I would want is for you to be unhappy… but I don't want my loved ones to suffer!"
Amu placed her hand on Ikuto's arm and squeezed it. "I wouldn't be suffering," she convinced. "I would be less happier, stuck in this house while you and Risa are out and about, working and learning."
Ikuto sighed, "All right. What kind of job would you like?"
"Mm," Amu pondered. "Did I tell you I was a piano major…? And that I lived in America for two years after Risa was born?"
"What?!" Ikuto uttered. "Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I forgot…?" she shrugged.
Ikuto laughed, "Amu! You can come to work with me!"
"Huh?"
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