Fuutaro can say he was not expecting the phone call he had gotten. It was a Friday and he had just finished work and was packing up his things to head home. He was slightly excited to see his new bride. They had been married for barely a month after all. She would have gotten off of work a couple hours ago.

So when he was just about to leave his office building is when he got the phone call.

"Fuuuuuuuu~" the voice slurred out.

Fuutaro paused for a moment and almost asked if it was Nino, but he glanced at the caller Id and saw that it was in fact his wife.

"Uh, hon are you ok?" He asked out as he was taking in the street outside his office building.

"*hic*, well that is a complicated question my sugar bear~". She breathed into the phone.

Fuutaro's mind short-circuited for a moment. She had never called him that name before. He didn't dislike the name, but he was confused at how she was talking.

"How's it complicated?" he asked finally still trying to wrap his head around the nickname.

"Welllllllll," she drawled out, "I found this amazing ramen stand that has to have some of the best ramen I have ever tasted. ALSO!" she exclaimed making him jump a little bit. "They have some really good beer on tap. So, I really love the food and drink here. But I'm saaaaad~" She started to sound upset. "I'm sad because you aren't here to enjoy it with me." She sounded like she was sniffling a little bit.

Panicking a little bit and knowing he was hungry Fuutaro decided to kill two birds with one stone.

"Tell ya what. You tell me where you are, and I could join you."

He heard a gasp on the other side. "That's a great idea!" she exclaimed "I could be like a date."

He nodded absentmindedly as he was trying to mentally prepare for what he was going to see soon.

"So, where's this ramen stand at?" he asked as he took in the bustling city street in front of him.

"Oh! I don't have the exact address. Sir!" he hears her holler at someone, "What is the exact address of this place so I can tell my husband?" He didn't want to admit it but hearing her call him her husband warmed his heart a bit.

He hears a man's voice on the other side of the phone. He stamps down the creeping jealously he is feeling. It was probably the cook after all. He knows he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but his wife was a very beautiful woman and could get anyone she wanted. But she settled for the antisocial nerd he was.

"Oh! This place is close to where we live!" she cheered out slightly. Fuutaro sighed a little at this, he was going to be dragged there often, wasn't he? Well, it's a ramen stand so probably not the most expensive place. Ahhhh what the hell it made his wife happy, and he made some pretty good money.

"It's 2 blocks south of our apartment. At the just north of the corner of 5th and 12th. It's called Ace's Ramen" she informed him dutifully.

"Alright, I'll see you in a few. Don't go anywhere."

"Alright see you soon…..darling~" she purred out as she hung upon him.

Fuutaro looked at his phone for a second eyes slightly wide. Another cutesy nickname. He might get laid tonight.

Fuutaro decided to start his trek to the ramen stand his wife was holed up in. Knowing her she was probably 10 bowls in by now and by the sounds of it a few beers deep in as well. Oh well, it was a Friday after all. They deserved to unwind for a bit.

He caught his usual train and rode it for the 3 steps it took to get to the station near their apartment building. He got off and started heading to where this great ramen stand was. Five minutes of walking later and he found it. It was literally a hole in the wall. A big hole as he could see it fit 15 at the counter but still. Not much no door but there were privacy flaps so you could see the waist down of the customers. There was a sign above the entry with the name in red neon.

Ace's Ramen

Was boldly declared above. Fuutaro brought his eyes back down to the entrance and saw only two stools being occupied. One against the wall on the far left and it looked to be a man's trousers. The other was a couple in from the right wall and he could make out the black pencil skirt that ended just above the knee his wife had put on this morning. He gained a small smirk as he lifted the flap to the left of her.

When he lifted the flap, he instantly caught sight of his wife Itsuki Uesugi. With her bright red hair and the Ahoge. Her hair now fell to her mid-back. He could see her black suit jacket on the chair to her right, the sleeves of her white blouse rolled up slightly. Her glasses sitting next to her empty cups on the counter.

Fuutaro then saw the cook from behind the counter. He seemed to be an older gentleman in his 50's grey hair pulled into a ponytail. He had just placed what looks to be the 10th bowl in front of Itsuki and what looked to be the 4th pint of beer. The cook brought his eyes up and met Fuutaro's. Fuutaro gave him a small smile and a mischievous look. He put a finger to his lips and nodded to Itsuki.

The cook gained a small smile from seeing this and turned to head to his other customer. Fuutaro quietly walked up behind her. Right before she brought the chopsticks to her lips, he put his mouth by her left ear.

"Darling~" he purred out.

Itsuki violently jumped and yelped as she dropped her chopsticks into the bowl and whirred around to look at who just made her drop her food.

Fuutaro chuckled at her cute reaction and her pout as she looked at him.

"Mou~ Fuutaro-kun that is just mean." She whined out.

"I know," he agreed as he got close to her cupping her face with both hands and gives her a lingering kiss. Causing the small blush, she had gained from drinking and embarrassment to grow slightly. "But I just could resist seeing your cute reaction."

She gave him a glare without any heat behind it. But soon it was replaced with a beautiful smile as she pulled him down into the seat next to her. Pulling herself as close to him as possible. Their stools were touching and she was half on hers and half on Fuutaro's lap. She was snuggling up to his side humming in contentment.

"I've missed youuuuuu~" she hums out basically trying to merge with Fuutaro at this point. With each passing second his smile grows lightly kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek there. This enlists a small giggle from his drunk overly affectionate wife.

The cook quickly appears with a knowing smile on his face.

"Would you like anything to eat, sir?" He asks mirth dancing in his eyes.

Fuutaro glances to the 9-empty bowls to his right and back at the cook. "What has my glutton of a wife gotten?" he asks with an easy smile on his face. Itsuki though smacks him on the chest, he doesn't even winch.

The cook's smile grows slightly, "She has had one of everything so far."

Fuutaro glances down to the woman latched to him, "One miso ramen please, and a pint beer for me as well." The cook nods and heads over to start pouring the drink.

"You should probably eat your food; it will get cold." Fuutaro informs Itsuki.

"A few more minutes," she mumbles out.

Fuutaro sighs but makes no movement to get her to let go. They sit there for a few minutes just enjoying each other's company. When Fuutaro's food and drink were placed was only when Itsuki let go so he could eat and she could back to her own food, a little lukewarm now, but she doesn't care and happily slurps down the noodles chasing it with her beer.

Fuutaro tried to deny it. He really did but this ramen did have to be some of the best he ever had. Even with his poor person's palate, he could say the only people who could try and compare would be Nino and Miku. They don't really make ramen though, so he is putting this place on top of the list.

He glanced over to see the cooking cleaning where the other gentleman had been sitting back to his wife happily slurping.

"What rating do you think May is going to give this place?" he asks nonchalantly.

His wife instantly freezes and turns to him with a wide eye look.

"You didn't even think about reviewing this place, did you?"

She sheepishly shakes her head; she was just too cute.

"That's alright we can come again, and we can truly enjoy the food enough for you to review it," Fuutaro said with a smile.

Itsuki's eyes light up rushes to hug him. She looks up at him, "Let's make this place our new regular place."

Fuutaro smiles and nods and leans down slightly to take her lips with his. She tasted quite salty, but she did have 10 bowls of ramen, and surprising it he doesn't care.

When they separate Itsuki is giving him a look, a look he knows quite well. He's totally getting laid tonight.

"I love you." She states it as a fact but with a tone of pure affection.

"I love you too." He says back equally affectionate.

They turned back to their meal and finished their food. Both chugging the rest of their beer. The cook appears with the bill and starts taking away all the dishes. Fuutaro looks at the cost and is presently surprised by how low it is. But from the happy look on his wife's face, he would have paid triple the current price. So, he pays double leaving the amazing cook a nice tip.

They are leaving Itsuki latched onto his arm humming happily. Fuutaro can feel her impressive assets pressing up against him though. He had found out where Itsuki put all the food she ate. It went to her bust, and Fuutaro was alright with that. He also found out how she kept and extra pounds away, he walked in on her yoga when they first moved in together. The pose she was doing was the downward-facing dog and let's just say Fuutaro likes yoga now.

As they walk Itsuki starts getting a little sluggish, Fuutaro sees her eyes are barely open He sighs a little bit, at both what he is about to do and what won't be happening when they get home. Oh well, they had a wonderful date together and he is perfectly content with that.

He stops and pulls his arm free and Itsuki's eyes snap open at that looking at him questioningly. He then takes a few steps forward and crouches down.

He looks back at her, "Alright hop on."

Her look quickly shifts to amusement. She steps forward and quickly situates herself on his back. She gently wraps her arms around his neck and can feel his hands cup her thighs. He stands and starts walking again, this time at a slightly slower pace.

Itsuki snuggles her face into the back of his neck. She loved this man. She loved him more than anything. He was a serious man, yes, but he was also one of the kindest and considerate people she and ever met in her life. She will always be happy that she decided to tell him her feelings and daring to make herself noticed.

Neither spoke as they were just enjoying each other's presence. They soon made it to the building and Fuutaro quickly scans his card as the door automatically unlocks.

He will never get used to this apartment. His "wonderful" father-in-law's wedding gift for them was getting them an expensive apartment. He told them they made enough to cover ½ and still have enough money for others bills and still have money to spend and save. So, his gift was covering the other half. Fuutaro nodded to the receptionist who had a knowing smile and mirth in her eyes.

Fuutaro made it to the elevator, clicked the button, and waited. Itsuki started to hum a little, he just let her do what she wants, but then she started kissing his neck. Fuutaro's eyes widen, he slowly turns back to see the mischievous look she has on her face.

The door dings open, Fuutaro steps in, and the second the door closes Itsuki is off his back and somehow has pushed him back against the wall she is now kissing the front of his neck. She begins to pepper kisses up his neck and all around his face.

Fuutaro just has a grin on his face. He won't admit it to anyone, but he loved it when Itsuki gets affectionate. It warms his heart and lets him know he is loved. She soon reached his mouth and gave the love of her life a searing kiss. She then wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him. She tilted her head back up to look at him. A sultry look on her face.

"How about I show you how much I love you….in the bedroom."

The grin on Fuutaro's face grew, and he could only nod. She smiled at him and that is when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. She grabbed his hand and started to lead him towards their apartment. The key was already in her hand and she unlocked the door and lead them inside. Fuutaro had just shut the door, he started to turn when he was shoved back into the door. (huh that's been happening a lot in the last 5 minutes).

Itsuki has pulled his head down has begun to basically eat his lips. He doesn't mind. Itsuki has a preference for long kisses and Fuutaro does not mind in the slightest.

She releases only to take off her shoes. She begins to walkway towards their bedroom and a very increased sway of the hips that his eyes are drawn to. When he looks back up, she is looking back and giving him a smirk. She soon walks into the bedroom and closes the door, so she is out of sight.

Fuutaro quickly loses his shoes as he sprints across his apartment. He was getting laid tonight, and nothing will get in the way of that.

Fuutaro slowly opened his eyes. It was morning judging from the soft light that filled up the bedroom. He felt a very familiar weight on him and glanced down to see his wonderful wife draped over him. God, he loved her, he could swear he loved her more every day. They have already been together for 5 years, but he could say that the spark never disappeared.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him he never wanted to let her go. She loves him, she loves HIM. He would never get over that. He loved his wife more than anything in the world, sorry Raiha, and he would never not love her.

He soon felt some shifting from his partner and after a couple of minutes of coming out of sleep Itsuki's eyes flutter open. It takes her a moment to get a grasp of her surroundings but when she does she give Fuutaro a blinding smile. He didn't think he could be more in love with her. He pulls her towards him and kisses her. She reciprocates and they softly kiss for a couple of minutes while holding onto each other.

They disconnect a trail of saliva connects their bottom lips.

"I love you," Fuutaro said with a warm smile on his face.

Itsuki smile back. "And I love you."

"Hey, Itsuki…" Fuutaro says quietly.

"Yes?" she asks as she gives him a questioning look.

"Do you want to try to have kids?" he asks nervousness bleeding into his tone.

Itsuki freezes for a moment before she lunges forward and quite literally takes Fuutaro's breath away with a strong, forceful, and possessive kiss.

"Yes, I would love that." She finally replies with a warm smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

Fuutaro smiles back and hugs her. He would do anything for her, and he has always wanted to be a father.

An:

One picture was all it took for an idea to appear in my head and 20 hours and nearly 3k words later this is here. I am thinking about making this a fluffy series of Fuutaro and the quints. Which holds different scenarios of when the 5 years he is dating one of the quints or after he and one of them are married.