Hm... I haven't been getting a lot of reviews recently. Either everyone is just as busy as I am or something is going on with the site... But this story got two more reviews when I uploaded a chapter for one of my OTHER stories, so I have higher hopes.

Sorry for how short this chapter is! I actually was planning on writing the following day onto the end, but scrapped it to get it out earlier. Hope you enjoy it anyways!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OHSHC characters... as far as I'm aware of.

"So, Tamaki, your Uncle Hikaru called me today."

"Really? Why?"

Kyoya's smile briefly hesitated. Was something wrong? Normally when he mentioned the small blonds pseudo 'uncles', Tamaki would get so excited he'd sometimes hop out of his seat. Now, he was slow stabbing at his bowl of rice, not eating anything.

Before he went into full blown 'Parent Panic' -as the pseudo uncles he had mentioned before so helpfully dubbed it- Kyoya gave it another shot.

"Well, Uncle Hikaru and Aunt Akane are both going to be busy tomorrow afternoon, so Kaoru is going to be coming over for a playdate."

At that, Tamaki finally perked up, dropping his chopsticks and almost standing up on his chair, "He is? Kao-chan's coming over!"

"Yes."

Tamaki laughed and sat back in his chair, performing a little wiggle/dance. His father watched in amusement, but also a little worry. As excited and happy as Tamaki seemed, it was still a drastically calm reaction compared to what he had expected. Setting his own utensils down, Kyoya waited for his son to sit properly again before shifting forward.

"Tama-chan? Is something wrong?"

The little boy stopped wiggling, his eyes falling down to the tablecloth. Kyoya could faintly hear a thump-thump-thump from beneath the table, probably because Tamaki was swinging his feet. It was a nervous habit of his. Pursing his lips, but not breaking the silence, Kyoya waited for Tamaki to collect his thoughts. Or his courage. Perhaps both.

"Papa... what's love?"

Kyoya jolts.

That was not what he was expecting. What's love? Where did that come from? This isn't the 'Birds and the Bees' talk, right?

Quickly dismissing the crazy thoughts, he recollected himself. Clearing his throat, Kyoya sat back in his seat and tried to avoid looking at Tamaki's large purple eyes, "Love, Tamaki, is..." he let out a short breath, "Love is when you really like someone."

Tamaki continued to stare at him. Internally, Kyoya cursed at himself. This was far from the worst conversation he could be having, so why was he so nervous? And how was he supposed to explain love to a five year old using words he could understand?

"Is that it, Papa?"

Kyoya sucked in a deep breath, "No... not entirely." He sighed and met Tamaki's curious gaze, "Tama-chan, I can't pretend to have much experience with that particular emotion. There are many ways to feel it, and... I think I have yet to experience them all, but love is very complex."

"How come?"

"Well, it's when you want to be around someone often, because they make you feel... happy. Sometimes it's when you find yourself thinking about them even when they're not around. And you miss them when they're gone, even if you just had a fight. You don't want them to get hurt, or feel sad, or experience anything that isn't complete happiness. Certain love... can make it hard for you to focus on anyone else, whether they're with you or not. And it's always different, both in how it feels and how it's expressed." Kyoya managed a smile, "For example, I love my family, and your Uncle Hikaru loves your Aunt Akane, but it's not the same kind of love. Does that make sense to you at all?"

Tamaki sticks his lower lip out a bit, staring at the tablecloth once again. Which meant he was either pouting or thinking really hard. His father decided to believe the blond was thinking until he was proved otherwise.

Finally, he nodded and lifted his head, "One more question, Papa. Does being in love make you smile at the person a lot?"

"Of course. They make you laugh sometimes too, and sometimes a little frustrated, and sad, and everything else. They just bring out everything in you all at once. But you can't help but want to be with them more."

Tamaki nods again, before jumping up in his chair. Before Kyoya could chastise him, the little boy put his hands down on the table other either side of his plate and announced, "I love you, Papa!"

The declaration killed any sort of reprimanding his father was about to unleash, causing Kyoya to smile softly. He stood up from his chair and went over to the other end of the table, stroking his son's soft hair and planting a brief kiss to the top of his head, "I love you, too, Tama-chan. Now, if you finish your dinner, I do think there's still a cookie or two left for dessert later on."

Tamaki quickly dug in, unaware of how his Papa was still watching him oddly as he sat down in his own seat.

Where had that come from?

Awww... parent-time talks with Kyoya! I'm sure you all know where that question came from and what it's leading up too, but that's not going to make this any less fun for me! And we all know that Tamaki would be the kind of kid who asked where babies came from and all the other stuff that the parent either didn't know the answer to or didn't know if they even should answer.

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See you next chapter!