Taichi walked home, feeling exhausted and happy at the same time. What a hard work today! But he's so proud of himself that he could get everything out of trouble. His boss promised him a 'big promote' and 'special bonuses'. He couldn't wait to tell his family this.

Mixture by Redvind

"I'm home!" he declared happily, opened the Yagami apartment's door the name was written under the room number. The business man heard a little cry and footsteps. He saw a young brunet coming his way. The boy was like a mini-him, pair of sparkling cacao eyes, massy brown hair and a trademark grin.

"I'm glad you're finally home!" the chibi-Taichi squeaked, hugging the big man's legs. Taichi grinned, rubbing the boy's head lovingly. This must be his son. What else could it be? He just took after him in many ways.

"I'm starved. Let's eat. Papa's waiting." The little brunet ran into the kitchen, expecting the man to follow.

Papa?

Wait a minute…

If papa's waiting…what made him here…?

As Taichi was standing dumbfound, mini-Taichi was back to the front door with someone holding his hand. Someone tall, blonde and…

The brunet took a good look. He immediately had a hard attack.

Yamato!?

"There you are. We were worrying if you're coming a bit late."

"What are you doing here?!" Taichi almost yelled. Yamato barely exchanged his glaze with mini-Taichi before they both looked back at him, puzzled.

The son waveringly spoke, hand tugging the blonde's sleeve. "Papa, mama doesn't look fine. Is he sick?"

Mama?! And…and Yamato's…papa?!

What the hell!

He was too shocked to say a word, though Yamato didn't seem to see something wrong.

"He must be. Let's get him inside first."

They approached him hurriedly, ready to take his hands and lead the way in. Taichi shrank away; his back touched the metal door.

"Wait! wait! wait! I'm not sick. Don't touch me."

His little son yeah, what else could he be? was sad in a sudden. It made him feel like a pin puncturing his heart. It hurt emotionally.

"You shouldn't talk like that, Taichi." Yamato said.

Didn't he already know that? The brunet thought. Before he could say anything, though, Yamato sighed, turning to their son, saying. "It's alright. Don't be sad. You know when ones' getting a baby, they go too moody and bitchy."

……Baby?!

"Wait the hell a minute, Yamato. Whatbaby?"

Two fingers pointed straightly at him. His brown eyes increased larger.

"What?! No way! I'm not a woman. I can't get preg…" his words lost as he looked down at himself. He was no longer wearing his business suit, instead, he found himself in a woman's pinky dress with a big belly. "Where on earth did this come from?!"

Guess he was too loud this time, more footsteps could be heard from inside. On the doorway, there appeared another mini-Taichi, only this time he looked older than the first.

"What's going on here? Papa? Mama?"

Taichi didn't have time to say as another mini-Taichi walked in, and then there was a mini-Yamato with another mini-Tai and another mini-Yama and another and another….

The poor brunet screamed with the top of his lungs.

OOO###OOO

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…." The brunet bounced up, whole body covering with sweat. He felt himself trembling, oblivious to the movement next to him.

"What's wrong, Taichi?"

"Not…nothing…I was just…having a nightmare…" the brunet panted, trying to explain. "Stupid dream…I was pregnant…and having a dozen of kids."

A hand patted the top of his head softly and lovingly. Taichi felt more relaxed.

"It's okay. Come on, get down. It's still too early to get up." The voice was soft and beautiful. It soothed him like nothing else could. The hand tugged him gently. He gave a nod before lying down again. A blanket was covered over him to protect him from the cold.

Still closing his eyes, Taichi snuggled closer the warmth next to him. So warm…didn't want to get off it. He didn't need to worry as long as he had this warmth to hold him. Yeah, the dream was stupid. As he didn't get married, couldn't have a baby, let alone being with the famous singer...

Speaking of him…what had happened?

The brunet remembered having a talk with the blonde…earlier…about Satoko and the sleeping around…well…

What did Yamato say again?

Taichi peek an eye slightly. Despite the dark he could make out a slender figure, his brown head under its chin. It had both arms wrapped around his body. He breathed in the scent automatically. It smelled good…nice perfume or something.

He extended his hand, laid it over the fabric where he knew the heart was beating. The soft rhythm calmed him down ever more. The brunet recalled doing this before, somewhere, just listening to the heartbeat. Thump…thump…thump…He felt safe, alive and…not alone…?

The still sleepy Taichi blinked.

He's not alone because someone was here-in his room-next to him. And he didn't know who it was.

He was awaked now. Looking straight, he saw…

"Yamato?!"

The called blonde drowsy stretched himself. He half-opened his ocean blue eyes to look at his mate, ready to get back to sleep any minute.

"Hmmm?" was the most intelligent word he could manage right now.

"What are you doing here? On my bed exactly." He asked as trying to push up more space between them. It was hard since the blonde didn't allow him so. Yamato kept holding him, more firmly when the brunette resisted.

"You fainted last night, remember? I guessed someone had to look after you so I told my band to leave me here with you."

"Why did I faint?" Taichi muttered, his face was almost against Yamato's chest.

"You don't remember?" Yamato asked, surprised. He now rose up on a little to get a better glaze at the man in his arms.

Taichi, as soon as he was let go, sat up erectly, shifting, Yamato followed suit.

"I remember we had a talk. I just didn't know why I faint."

The waiting for answer man stared at the other as he fatigued obviously.

"Promise not to faint again, okay?" brown eyes only kept their gaze at him. "You fainted because you realized that it was me who you slept with that night."

Taichi sworn he heard the thunder strike outside as the realization stuck on him. The memories of last night came back like a film reversing. He had seen the note he left at the blonde's house and the singer had it… oh god, he didn't want to believe this!

"You've gotta be kidding me!" the blonde barely stared.

"No."

"You've got that memo from someone else, right?"

"Who with their brains would give the only evidence they had if they want to find someone away? Not me, Taichi. If you want prove, I will give you one." The singer pretended to think, counting his fingers. "You have one mole on your back, one on your right hip, one on your neck, two behind your right ear, three on the inside of your left thigh that looks like a triangle and…" he was cut off by both hands of his mate closed tightly over his mouth.

The poor boy's face was bright red and would get redder if he let the blonde continue counting his moles. Hell, some of them he didn't even know he had! He waited a minute to make sure the other shut up, and then removed his hand completely. The amused one was enjoying the feeling of the hands touching him. He was lost when they're gone.

The brunette gave in the feeling to bury his face in his hands, ashamed. Now he knew for sure the blonde he'd been looking for was Yamato who, for crying out loud, happened to be a guy! He didn't know what to do now…

"…Taichi…" after silencing himself for whole minute, Yamato risked a chance to start a conversation. The brunet, still had his face in hands, did the nodding so the blonde knew he heard him and went on.

"Is it that bad to know that it was me?" gently and softly the speaker was. He didn't want to scare the brunet, but he inched closer to him anyway.

Taichi put his hands down. It's time he faced to truth. He was startled though, to see those beautiful ocean eyes looking deep in his, the musician's body moving closer and closer...

"If I make you feel bad, I'm so sorry." The blonde whispered right to his ear made him shivering. He gained more weight on his body, laying him on the matter. Before the brunet realized, Yamato was fully on top of him. His face closed to his throat. He could feel the singer's breath on his skin. Taichi shut his eyes, waiting for what was coming next.

Nothing happened.

"Yamato? Hey, Yamato?" No answer. Taichi realized Yamato had already slept on him. He tried to move, but no such luck. Well, at least he's warm.

The tired boy decided to follow the sleeping one to the dreamland, hoping he had another one this time.

OOO###OOO

The new light of the day came through the curtain. Outside, birds were singing, more activities got on the street. But none of them caused Taichi to get up. It was the smell of decent food from his kitchen. He shifted.

"Morning, 'chi."

He knew that voice.

"Morning, 'mato." He replied sleepily…then, "Yamato?!"

"What? You don't expect me to run away, do you?" the blonde grinned. Taichi blushed brightly.

"Actually I was hoping they were all dreams. That we slept together even though I didn't remember, that you encountered me last night about it. But…" starching his head, Taichi sighed. "They aren't…what are you doing?"

To answer his question, Yamato took a tray of breakfast for both of them, placing it in front of his brunette.

"I was making you breakfast…or bunch or lunch if you want to say it. It's almost half eleven." He gave the brunet a couple of chopsticks that Taichi hesitated to take.

In the tray, there were two bowls of rice, two bowls of miso-soup, two fried fish, eggrolled, some salad and two glass of milk. Taichi stared at them while Yamato started eating.

"Itadaimasu." When he noticed his mate hadn't yet touched anything, he asked, "You aren't hungey, 'chi?"

Taichi shook his head. "I am. I was just…amazed." Yamato raised an eyebrow. "…That you cooked me breakfast." Honestly, he never knew the musician could cook at all.

"I wanted to make something better for you, but these are what I could find in your refrigerator."

It was the worry shone in those blue eyes that hurried him to try some food. He took a bite of eggrolled and fish.

"They are good." said Taichi sincerely. Not only that, but he also took a sip of miso soup and happily swallowed what made his mouth full. He ate like he had never have tasted anything good before. The blonde smiled.

Suddenly, "Oh my god, I forgot!" Taichi screamed.

"What?"

"I have a part-time job at nine. I'm totally late!"

"Relax, Taichi. I've already called them for you. Said you took a day off." Yamato soothed.

"Where did you get the number?" the brunet asked, suspected.

"You pose it on the refrigerator." The blonde pointed out.

"Oh…right…"

"…Taichi…"

"Hmm?"

"Are you still going to work? You know, you don't have to save money anymore since Satoko's not with you and her boyfriend's going to take care of her. You were working too hard. If you keep them up, you'd die of exhaustion."

Taichi paused, thinking. He knew Yamato was right. He had an experienced.

"Know what? You're right. I keep my job because of Satoko and the baby and now…maybe I will quit some of them."

"Some?"

"All expect at Moony Wings. I like my job there. It earns me enough for living."

"That's good." Yamato said, smiling. They finished their meals a bit after. The owner did the dishes and had his guest to help him. They did in silence; Taichi didn't think he could stand it any longer. They needed to talk, seriously.

"Yamato…we need to talk."

"'bout what?"

"…us…and the whole sleeping thing…I.." a pale finger was on his lips. The brunet looked at the other questioningly. Didn't Yamato want to solve this problem out?

Yamato didn't give him the right answer as he asked, "Do you have anything to do today, 'chi?"

"…no…" besides part-time jobs, he had nothing to do.

"Good. Go get dressed. You're coming with me on a date."