A tiny follow-up to 'Technical Difficulties'. Shinichi's not out of the woods yet. :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Detective Conan. I'm only doing this to stop the mounting creativity, before it builds up and makes my brain go 'ker-splode'. You know the feeling.
Shinichi watched as his wife walked out of their son's room.
"Goodnight, Conan."
"'Night, Mommy!"
She turned off the light, walked to their room, then promptly collapsed on the bed and buried her burning face into her husband's chest.
Shinichi chuckled, feeling a bit guilty.
"Sorry about forcing that on you." Ran snorted, remembering his ridiculous request only a half hour before: her great-detective-geek, on his knees begging her to explain 'the birds and the bees' to little Conan, who watched the whole scene with wide innocent eyes.
"It's your own fault," she muttered. "Most four-year-olds aren't that curious."
Shinichi grinned and lay back as Ran snuggled deeper into his arms. He was glad that she'd handled it. He couldn't think of anything more traumatizing than giving the 'where babies came from' speech.
Ran sighed softly.
"Just remember, you're explaining puberty to him."
Shinichi cringed.
…Except that.
I'm not sure why tormenting the characters in this series is so much fun. It makes me wonder if my muse is just a little masochistic... Anyways, please tell me what you think!