Title: Happy Father's Day
Summary: Emi wants to surprise Yuki for Father's Day.
Genre: Family
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,071
"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! Wake up! Daddy!" a loud high pitched voice squeaked.
Yuki rolled over, dragging the covers over his head as his five-year-old daughter's cries grew louder, but she was relentless. Grabbing the corner of the comforter tangled with her father's limbs, Emi tugged, using all her weight and stepping backwards until she fell over onto her bottom once the blanket finally slid off. With a grimace, Yuki curled up in his bed, covering his arms to try to stay warm as sleep once again started to claim his conscious. Noticing this, Emi grasped the edge of the mattress and hopped up, wiggling and swinging her legs until she stood on top of the bed. She jumped until she was out of breath and then finally pounced on him, bringing her face close to his and slapping him mercilessly with her hands, but he only opened one eye in response.
"Guess what? It's Father's Day!" she hollered.
He managed a nod after she stopped hitting him though he didn't process a word that passed her lips. Watching the eye slide shut again, Emi grasped his arm and shook it with all her might. With a deep frown, she stood and yanked on his arm while beginning to jump again. The mattress flopped up and down with her every motion and every piece of furniture in the room shook, clattering against the walls and floor. Pillows slipped off the bed, joining the comforter on the floor, and the lamp on the nightstand to Yuki's left danced precariously closer and closer to the edge, half way off the table by the time Emi decided to drop back down beside Yuki and pry his eyelids open with both of her hands.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
He groaned as he finally sat up, groggily watching Emi's face light up with a smile. She hopped off the bed eagerly and stooped over by a tray on the floor holding two cups of coffee. Walking slowly, Emi carefully carried the steaming cup over to her father. She held out the caffeinated drink with a grin, and Yuki almost managed a smile as he took the cup and drained its contents. Now he could focus his eyes on her and absorb the scene before him. He registered his daughter standing proudly before him with a second cup of coffee in her hands, a coned shape hat that read Happy Father's Day strapped to her head, and a large card made out of light blue construction paper under her arm. He traded cups with her and took the card with a real smile before his eyes glided over to where his wife sat on the edge of their bed with a tired two-year-old girl, Yume, in her arms.
Tugging at Yuki's pajama sleeve, Emi drew Yuki's attention again while she cried, "Guess what, daddy? Our gift to you is to sleep in! Go back to sleep! We will let you sleep all day! Mommy said you don't have to come with us to visit Grandpa Katsuya or Great Grandpa! Mommy said you can sleep in all day!"
Tohru offered him a weak smile, watching him eye the two empty cups of coffee with disdain. Shifting the toddler seated in her lap to one arm, she used the other to tug Emi off of a frowning Yuki and offered him an apologetic pout. Cocking her head to the side, Emi peered quizzically at her mother who seemed to be holding her away from her father. With a huff, she yanked her hand out of her mother's and hopped back onto the bed when she remembered what she had strapped onto her head. Laughing, she slid the hat off her head and plopped it on top of Yuki's silvery locks and yanked the rubber band strap down to catch the bottom of his chin, but she released the elastic string too soon and it snapped against Yuki's nose. Yuki's head flipped back from the force, sending the paper hat to the ground, and a red mark was already visible before his hand could cover his face.
Tohru gasped worriedly and set a wide-eyed Yume on the edge of the bed as she hurried to Yuki's side. Emi slowly slid off the bed and scooted over to the corner of the room with her face twisted into a guilty expression with tints of concern while Tohru coaxed Yuki's hand from his face to examine the damage only to find her actions caused blood to begin dripping down his face. With her eyebrows furrowed, Tohru grabbed the tissue box off the end table and shoved a wad of tissues against his nose. Yuki shook his head with a small smile to let her know not to worry, though that usually never curbed any of her fears.
Regardless, the bleeding stopped within a minute and Yuki jumped to his feet with a sly smirk as he swept Yume into one arm and stepped towards Emi with a wicked grin and one eyebrow arched. Within a second, Emi darted out of the room screaming, and her shrieks caused her little sister to join in as Yuki chased his five-year old across the house. He finally cornered her in the kitchen, and the screams of the two sisters quickly faded into hysterics as Yuki hugged them both tightly, sweeping them off their feet as he stood.
Tohru followed them, shaking her head with an amused smile, and before she could blink, she too was trapped in Yuki's arms on the tips of her toes. He could only brush his lips against Tohru's for three seconds before two pairs of arms shoved them apart, and the two sisters chimed in together with a mutual "Ew," though Yuki doubted his youngest understood what that meant.
Pulling back out of the embrace just enough to see all of their faces, Tohru suggested with a smile, "Since we're all down here, why don't we eat breakfast?"
Yuki smiled in agreement, releasing his wife so she could grab the platter off of the counter as he set the two girls into their chairs at the kitchen table and claimed a seat for himself at the end. Tohru set the first plate before him, and he smiled when he saw the heart shaped pancakes with "Happy Father's Day" spelled out in syrup and another small heart cut out of butter.
I am not deaddddd! :D Sorry, I admit I did not really edit so if you forgot since I haven't updated in almost a year, I want you to correct my mistakes. Please tell me what you think c: And I should be writing more. I have a bunch of oneshots started so I should be updating weekly.