Life started way to early in the morning. I hated waking up. Not because of the things I did and the people I'd see - definitely not - it was just that it was really cold outside of my safe blanket cocoon.

"Rikku," Takeshi mumbled in my ear. He had his arm draped across my waist and was practically laying on top of me. His weight was comfortable. "We need to get the kids up. The Host Club will be here soon."

I shifted underneath him, groaning a little. "Fine," I said tiredly. "Did you enjoy your run this morning?"

"Haven't went," he said, resting his forehead in the cook of my neck. Yea. Neither of us were real morning people, so by genetics, neither were our children.

I pulled myself out of bed. Takeshi and I used the divide and conquer approach to wake our kids up. He handled our twelve year old son and I got our six year old daughter.

"Yori," I whispered, bending over next to the small child. "Yori, it's time to get up."

She tried to roll away. I sighed. I wasn't good at getting up either of our kids. Especially Yori but the good thing about her was, like my son, there was someone that she always wanted to see.

"Hurry up or you won't be dressed when Akita get's here," I said.

That made her sit up at least. I smiled and left the room, having already put her clothes out. I went down to the kitchen. I sat on the counter. Takeshi joined me shortly after.

He smiled, rubbing his fingers through his hair and gave me a kiss. The door opened.

"Takeshi!"Honey said loudly upon entering. His two kids came in with him.

The oldest,Raiga, was the same age as my son. He reminded me a lot of Honey. He had the same blond hair and big brown eyes. His younger son, the same age as Yori,was more like Takeshi. Strong and silent and protective. They sprinted upstairs to see their cousins.

"Morning," Takeshi greeted.

Honey came into the kitchen, grabbed our sugar jar and poured coffee into it. He got a spoon and started eating it. I flinched, looking away.

"Ew," both Takeshi and I said in unison.

"School's out today," he told us.

"Why?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. "Means I got up for nothing."

I fought back a laugh.

Suddenly, noise came from the door as Tamaki and his son skipped in.

"Good morning all!" Tamaki said, in his melodramatic fashion. "No school today!"

His son, Tsukikio, bounced into the kitchen and hugged me. He was exactly like his father. Except, maybe not as emotionally stupid. He was one of the older kids at fourteen.
"Good morning big sister!" he said happily. He started that once he realized that his dad called me his daughter.
"Good morning Otuto - chan," I said, flashing him a smile. Takeshi patted the top of his head.

Kyoya came in next, with his three kids. His daughter, Hana who was fourteen, was the pride and joy of the Ootori family. She'd have no problem taking over her father's company one day. His sons, Mirochu, ten, and Rayshi, eight, bounced in happily after them.

Tsukikio mauled over Hana, which brought flashbacks of the Host Club days. Tamaki prattled on to Kyoya how their kids were going to get married. Kyoya looked at his daughter like, you marry him and I'll disinherit you. She smirked helplessly at him.

My son, Ichiro, came down the stairs toting Raiga on his back. Yep, Not much changed. Yori, carried by Akita came down after them.

"I think they're doing it wrong," Honey mumbled, smiling.

The twins showed up. Their six hyperactive children dashing in. Their oldest, Rai - who belonged to Hikaru - and Tai - who was Kaoru's - were eleven. They acted more like twins than cousins. They looked alike too. Then their youngest, the youngest of the whole group, Saya and Senna - Hikaru's twins at four - and Reno - Kaoru's son at four also - were more like triplets. I sometimes wondered how they survived without each other.

"There's no school today!" the Twins announced. "We should all do something together!"

"Yeah! We'll meet you in the limo!" Tsukikio said, picking Hana up and sprinting outside. Kyoya didn't even try to intercede.

"Where are we going to go?" Mirochu asked, jumping up and down, half hanging on his dad's arm.

"Somewhere fun!" Raiga called.

"Super fun!" Rai and Tai agreed.

"How about your beach theme park?" Tamaki suggested, pressing a finger to his chin.

"We're in!" the twins agreed.

Hikaru picked up his twins, one on each arm and Kaoru picked Reno up.

"Let's go boys!" they said. "We'll meet you there!"

They dashed outside.

Everyone agreed to meet up at the Ootori's place. I smiled at all of the craziness.

~~Mori's P.O.V.~~

At the theme park, every one had fun. The twins' youngest kids weren't able to swim. I found it funny to see them being so daddy like. I never could've imagined them that way in high school.

Tamaki's son made Kyoya's daughter put on a cover up to hide her bathing suit. Reminded me of how Tamaki treated Rikku along time ago. Mirochu and Rayshi then attempted to drown Tsukikio.

Ichiru, my oldest son, reminded me a lot of myself. He liked to have Raiga to cling on him. He looked like me too.

Then, there was Yori. She was a lot like your mother, except she was a clinger. Which worked out great with Mitskuni's son Akita, who liked to be clinged to.

"Daddy!" Yori cried, running up to me frantically. I sat up a little straighter, worried. "I want to go swim in the deep part but Aki - chan won't take me!"

I sighed, glad that was all it was. "I'll take you in a minute."

She looked up at me. Her green eyes big and bright, just like her mothers. She held out her pinky, which surprised me a little. "Pinky prowmise?"

I linked my pinky with hers. My hands were a million times bigger than hers. She was small. So small.
"Pinky promise," I said, smiling.

She was satisfied with that and ran off to tell Akita that I was going to take her to the deep end. It wasn't going to make him happy but he was going to learn that she was going to get her way somehow and that he'd just better give in so he could be there in case something happened. I went through the same thing with Mitskuni.

Yori ran into her mom on the way. Rikku - she was still as gorgeous as she was the first day I met her. She was wearing her black bikini top and black bikini shortie shorts. All her scars from the accident that had happened so long ago were out in the open. They didn't bother her as much as they did me.

"Takeshi," Rikku said, jumping into my lap. "You're staring at me like I'm a mutant. Stop."

I smiled embarrassed and kissed her cheek.

Time may change things but so much stays the same. There's no use in avoiding it. Time is going to march on weather or not we want it to. Might as well enjoy the time we have left.