"Where's my brat?" Hiroki called loudly as he burst out of the bedroom in a fresh white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Nowaki chuckled softly behind him as he tied the drawstring on his black athletic pants and pulled down the hem of his grey long-sleeved shirt. He had dressed accordingly for the day: hours upon hours of lounging around doing paperwork and house hunting.

"Someone's excited to see Fuyumi," Akihiko commented wryly from the kitchen table, where he was cutting pancakes up into little pieces for Hitomi, who sat beside him in a high chair. Hiroki's eyes darted around for his daughter.

"Of course I want to see her. Where is she?" Hiroki asked, walking up to the kitchen table and smiling as Hitomi looked up at him and cooed.

"Misaki's changing her diaper really quick for you," Akihiko said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the door to the bathroom. Akihiko's eyes flicked down, and he smirked. "Hiroki, were you planning to take that collar off?"

Hiroki sputtered and frantically reached up to grab at the collar he had forgotten to remove. Before he could tear it off, however, gentle fingertips were upon the back of his neck, calmly unbuckling the strap. Akihiko watched with mild interest.

"Mm…? Hiroki, what's that on your neck?" Akihiko asked slyly. Hiroki blinked.

"Eh?"

"You have a hickey, love," Nowaki murmured into his ear as he pressed up behind his little fiancé and rested his hands on his lithe hips. Hiroki flushed scarlet.

"Is… Is th-that so?" he stammered. Akihiko raised an eyebrow.

"That's strange, I'm not getting books thrown at me."

"I don't have a book to throw."

"How about the dictionaries I found on the couch? Or maybe the clothes I found on the floor?"

Hiroki blushed harder, but Nowaki pressed into him more and squeezed his hips reassuringly.

"How was Fuyumi last night?" Nowaki asked suddenly, and Hiroki's hunched shoulders relaxed. He put a hand on Nowaki's, silently thanking him for his graceful save.

"Good. However, Tomi-chan kept thinking Fuyumi was one of her dolls last night, and we had to pry them apart like three times," Akihiko said, reaching over to Hitomi with the small plate full of pancake pieces. Hitomi squealed in approval and experimentally squished a piece between her thumb and forefinger.

"It was adorable," Misaki commented as he walked in out of nowhere, Fuyumi in his arms. "I changed Fuyumi's diaper, but I think she's hungry now."

Hiroki excitedly dashed to Misaki, outstretching his arms eagerly. Misaki handed Fuyumi to him with a smile before walking towards the kitchen table, and Hiroki cuddled happily with his baby. He felt an arm coil around his waist and caress his hip.

"Hi, Fuyumi. Papa and Daddy missed you," Nowaki murmured with a gentle smile, reaching out to stroke Fuyumi's hair with his free hand. Fuyumi squealed, fisting Hiroki's shirt with a tiny hand.

"You two look so cute together," Akihiko teased. Hiroki finally bristled.

"Shut up, idiot!" Hiroki barked.

"Usagi-san, I told you not to-"

"Baka!"

All heads, except for Fuyumi's, snapped to Hitomi, who was making a mess of her pancakes.

"Baka! Baka!"

"Oh my God!" Misaki gasped, making a move to rush to Hitomi, then the staircase, then the kitchen, then Akihiko, then back to Hitomi. "Her first word!"

Akihiko, meanwhile, stared at Hitomi in suspicion. Hitomi turned to him and threw a fistful of pancake bits at him.

"Baka Oo-sah!"

Hiroki burst into hysterical laughter, nearly doubling over but getting saved by a strong arm around the front of his waist.

"Tomi-chan thinks you're an idiot!" Hiroki screeched as tears of laughter streamed down his face. Nowaki snickered behind him, and even Misaki nibbled his index finger to stifle his giggles. Hitomi, noticing everyone was paying attention to her, squealed and let out a peal of laughter. She bounced in her high chair, smacking her palms on the plastic tray.

"Baka Oo-sah! Oo-sah!" Hitomi chanted. Akihiko chucked nervously and reached out for Hitomi.

"Uh… don't you think Misaki is an idio-"

"Baka Oo-sah!" Hitomi shrieked, throwing another handful of pancakes at her daddy. Akihiko pouted and propped his elbow on the table, putting his chin in his hand and scowling.

"Great, now both of the precious people in my life throw things at me and call me an idiot," Akihiko muttered. Misaki laughed and stepped forward to put a hand on Akihiko's shoulder.

"But she said your name first, Usagi-san," Misaki said coaxingly. A slow smile spread across Akihiko's face.

"Yeah," he sighed, grinning at his daughter.

Before anyone could say anything more, Fuyumi suddenly screamed and began to cry.

"Alright, alright," Hiroki hushed, bouncing his baby. "I'll get your formula, you drama queen."

Fuyumi immediately quieted when she had regained attention of everyone in the room.

"Kamijou-san, there is already some formula ready to go in the microwave. You just need to heat it up. Your pancakes are by the stove," Misaki said, sitting down at the table on Hitomi's opposite side.

"Thanks, Misaki," Hiroki said with a grateful smile. He went into the kitchen and to the microwave, where he began to heat up the formula inside. Within seconds, strong arms were coiling around him from behind, warm fingers splaying across his flattened belly.

"You know, Nowaki, people are going to think you're clingy," Hiroki said flatly as he absentmindedly toyed with Fuyumi's fluffy hair.

"I don't care. I want to squeeze in four months worth of touching before you leave," Nowaki purred. Hiroki rolled his eyes.

"Impossible. With the amount of touching you do on a regular basis, you'd have to cling to my back for three weeks straight," he muttered. Nowaki chortled and held Hiroki closer.

"Is it bad?"

Hiroki's eyes softened as he opened the microwave and retrieved the bottle.

"No, it's not bad," he murmured, screwing a nipple onto the bottle and coaxing it past Fuyumi's little lips.

"I love you."

"Me too," Hiroki replied, leaning affectionately against his fiancé as he fed his daughter. She gulped the formula down audibly, making a tiny squeaking sound with every suckle. "Mm, Fuyumi. You're hungry today."

"She must be hitting her growth spurt. She'll develop so fast that you won't even have time to blink," Nowaki said. He rest his chin on Hiroki's shoulder.

"I'll miss these cute little milk bubbles," Hiroki said, smiling down at Fuyumi, where formula frothed out from the corners of her lips. Fuyumi blinked lazily as her suckling began to slow down. Her eyes slid in and out of focus, every once and a while landing on the face of her papa or her daddy. She finally shut her eyes, her grip on Hiroki's shirt loosening.

"I can't stand it; she's so adorable," Nowaki breathed.

"More adorable than me?" Hiroki joked.

"Both of you are equally adorable," Nowaki said, thinking Hiroki was serious. Hiroki flushed scarlet. "You just have different ways of showing it."

"I was just kidding, idiot," Hiroki grumbled.

"I wasn't."

Fuyumi's suckling slowed to a complete stop, and she finished with a small whine. Hiroki gently pulled the bottle away, and Fuyumi flapped her lips.

"Are you nice and full, sweetie?" Hiroki cooed, wiping away the formula on Fuyumi's lips with his thumb.

"Can I burp her, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked hopefully. Hiroki grinned. He turned around in Nowaki's arms, offering Fuyumi to him.

"Yeah," Hiroki said. Nowaki gathered his drowsy daughter into his arms, draping her over his arm so her legs hung off on either side and her head was cradled in the crook of his elbow. He massaged her back with gentle circles and lightly patted it.

"Hiro-san, will you feed me pancakes?" Nowaki asked slyly. "My hands are full."

Hiroki glowered up at his idiot fiancé.

"That was your plan the whole time, wasn't it?"

"Of course!"

Nowaki watched joyfully as Hiroki stomped to the stove and grabbed one of the two plates of pancakes and a fork. He went back to Nowaki, cutting a chunk off of the pancakes with the side of his fork. He stabbed it and lifted it to Nowaki's lips.

"You're lucky I'm so nice," Hiroki grumbled. Nowaki beamed as he eagerly opened his mouth. Hiroki shoved the piece of pancake inside, earning a small grunt.

"'ank you, 'iro-sh'an," he mumbled, smiling as Hiroki shoveled a large piece of pancake into his mouth. He chewed quickly and swallowed..

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Hiroki snapped, but his voice was gentle. Nowaki swallowed and was about to speak, but Hiroki was already there with another piece of pancake ready for him. He clamped his lips around the fork and scraped it off with his teeth.

"'M sh'o 'appy."

Hiroki huffed and lightly poked Nowaki's chin with his fork.

"Didn't I just tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" Hiroki questioned irritably.

"Yesh. Sh'orry, 'iro-sh'an."

Hiroki was about to yell at Nowaki again, but he was interrupted as Fuyumi let out a little burp. A wide smile instantly spread across his face, and he put the pancakes aside to reach up and stroke Fuyumi's hair.

"Good girl," Hiroki praised. Nowaki smiled and repositioned Fuyumi so she was cradled right-side-up in his arms. He dipped his head to affectionately bump his forehead against his little fiancé's. Fuyumi began to fall into a deep sleep under the adoring gaze of her parents.

"She's so gorgeous, Hiro-san. You did such an amazing job."

Nowaki pressed worshiping kisses to Hiroki's forehead, his lips leaving lingering heat. Hiroki blushed, shutting his eyes.

"Don't be an idiot. We both did an amazing job."

Meanwhile, Misaki and Akihiko cooed over Hitomi, pretending to not notice that Hiroki and Nowaki were deep in the recesses of their own little world.