"I'm stuffed," Nowaki sighed, holding his belly after he had finished his third cinnamon roll and his fourth glass of orange juice. Hiroki smiled as he put Nowaki's plate on the bedside table. Nowaki reached below the covers to unbutton his jeans.

"Are you sure you don't want anymore?" Hiroki asked sweetly, already knowing the answer. Nowaki puffed up his cheeks and shook his head.

"No, Hiro-san, I'll explode if I have any more cinnamon rolls," Nowaki said. He let out a little burp and groaned. Hiroki chortled and reached up to hook his hand on Nowaki's neck.

"Mm," he hummed in anticipation, bringing Nowaki down to kiss him. "Come here."

They kissed happily, and Hiroki giggled softly into Nowaki's mouth as he was lowered onto the bed. Nowaki pulled away.

"What are you laughing at?" Nowaki asked, running his hand up Hiroki's side.

"You taste like cinnamon rolls," Hiroki replied, licking his lips. Nowaki smirked and leaned in to kiss Hiroki again. He slipped his tongue into his fiancé's mouth and tilted his head to deepen his access.

"Mm," Nowaki moaned. He pulled away. "Let's do it."

"Oooh," Hiroki murmured. He positioned his lips over Nowaki's. "How about… not?"

Nowaki blinked.

"Eh?"

"You have yet to say hi to your own daughter," Hiroki scolded. He slipped out from underneath Nowaki and got out of bed.

"But she hasn't woken up yet," Nowaki said, blinking. Hiroki rolled his eyes.

"She's just being a brat. I'm just going to wake her up," he said. He went to Fuyumi's crib. "Alright, you little snot. It's time to say hi to daddy, so wa-"

Hiroki froze as he looked down into Fuyumi's crib.

"Hiro-san? Is something wrong?"

Hiroki looked over his shoulder.

"Nowaki!" he hiss-whispered. "Get over here!"

Nowaki shot out of bed in a flash, a concerned look on his face. He jogged over.

"What's wro-"

They both stared down into Fuyumi's crib in wonder.

There, in the center, was Fuyumi. She was sleeping soundly, but…

"What is she doing?" Hiroki asked in a whisper.

"I have never seen a baby do that before," Nowaki murmured back.

Fuyumi's legs were straight up in the air, and as she slept, she was bicycling her feet.

"Good lord, do you think she's been doing this all night? No wonder she's still asleep, she's probably tiring herself out!" Hiroki exclaimed, reaching into Fuyumi's crib. He touched her tummy.

She stopped bicycling.

"Oh. She stopped," Hiroki said. He withdrew his hand.

Fuyumi started bicycling her feet.

Hiroki glanced at Nowaki, then turned back to Fuyumi. He reached in to touch her belly again, and sure enough, Fuyumi stopped. When he pulled away, she started again.

"That's…" Hiroki breathed. He kept touching Fuyumi, watching her start and stop bicycling over and over. "That's so fucking funny!"

Hiroki started giggling, and as he kept poking Fuyumi, he laughed harder and harder. Soon, he was squeezing his thighs together to avoid wetting himself. His knees buckled and he had to lean against the crib. Tears spilled down his face as he cackled.

"Oh… oho! Can't… I'm g-g-gonna p-pee!"

Nowaki was chuckling as well, and he wrapped his arms around Hiroki to keep him from falling.

"Oh, Hiro-san. You're adorable."

"Alright, alright," Hiroki panted breathlessly. He took a deep breath and tried not to burst into another fit of laughter as he reached into the crib. "Okay… Fuyumi, it's time to wake up."

"Nn," Fuyumi whined, scrunching up her face and batting at her papa's rousing hands.

"Just like your father," Hiroki sighed.

"You know, before you were pregnant, you were the late sleeper, Hiro-san."

"That's because you're turning into an old man. I'm still a late sleeper, you're just an even later sleeper."

"Hehe, nuh-uh."

Fuyumi's eyes opened, and she blinked up at Hiroki. She flapped her lips and yawned, reaching up to clumsily rub her eyes.

"Good morning, sweetie," Hiroki said, smiling. He scooped Fuyumi up and brought her into his arms. She cooed sleepily and whimpered. Hiroki bounced her. "Nowaki, do you-"

Hiroki looked up at Nowaki, and his words trailed off into nothing. Nowaki was staring, transfixed, at Fuyumi. His face was completely blank before his lips twitched.

"Fuyumi…" Nowaki croaked. He cleared his throat and looked away, running a hand through his hair as his eyes creased and watered.

"Oh, Nowaki," Hiroki whispered. He frowned as Nowaki's lips trembled. He jerked once and covered his eyes with his hand to hide the tears that had begun to fall. Nowaki sniffed loudly and began to blubber, crossing his free arm over his chest to keep himself from falling apart. Hiroki stepped forward. "Nowaki, what's wrong?"

Nowaki shook his head and desperately tried to calm himself.

"N-Nothing… it's just… I didn't think I'd be this happy to see her… I missed her so much…"

Hiroki smiled gently and reached up with his free hand to bring Nowaki's arm away from his face. His eyes were bloodshot and still leaking, and he trembled as Hiroki soothingly rubbed his arm.

"Do you want to hold her?" Hiroki asked softly. Nowaki sniffled and nodded.

"So much."

Hiroki handed Fuyumi to Nowaki, who took her into his arms. Fuyumi jolted in confusion at the new arms holding her, and she tried to hold onto Hiroki as he pulled away. Startled, Fuyumi's face contorted and she began to cry.

"Jeez, Fuyumi. Look," Hiroki coaxed. He patted Fuyumi's cheeks. "It's your daddy."

Fuyumi sniveled, her lips trembling as she reached out for Hiroki.

"Fuyumi," Nowaki said suddenly in a clear voice. "Look at me."

Hearing her name, Fuyumi jumped and looked up at Nowaki. Her cries stopped almost immediately. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, as if trying to remember something.

"Hi," Nowaki whispered. He smiled waveringly, and Fuyumi squealed shrilly as recognition lit up her tiny face. Nowaki laughed tearfully. "Yeah! It's me, Daddy!"

Hiroki watched with content as Nowaki brought Fuyumi to his chest and embraced her. Fuyumi wrapped her arms around her daddy's neck and laid her head onto Nowaki's shoulder.

"She's happy to see you," Hiroki murmured. Nowaki didn't seem to hear Hiroki, and instead he went to the bed and perched on the edge. Hiroki followed and sat beside him, reaching behind him to rub Nowaki's back.

"I missed her so much," Nowaki breathed, rocking back and forth. "I…"

"That's what it feels like to be a father," Hiroki said gently, leaning against Nowaki and resting his head on his fiancé's broad shoulder. There was a long silence. "Yup, there's no doubt about it."

"No doubt about what?"

"Fuyumi's got you wrapped around her little finger."


"It's going to be weird not having Fuyumi's crib in the bedroom," Hiroki said, lifting a skeptic eyebrow at the crib that had been disassembled and reassembled in the nursery. He glanced up at the stars-and-moons mobile that hung above Fuyumi's crib.

"I know, but now you have me to keep you company at night, right? Fuyumi needs to be able to sleep by herself or when she's older she'll want to sleep with us all the time."

"Mm…" Hiroki hummed doubtfully. He felt Nowaki rest his large hands on his hips and his lips nuzzling the crook of Hiroki's neck.

"We don't want to corrupt Fuyumi, right…? I mean, with all of the exercise we'll be getting in the bedroom, we wouldn't want her to be scarred by it."

Hiroki gasped and turned in Nowaki's arms.

"Shh! Fuyumi's right here!" Hiroki whisper-barked, gesturing over his shoulder at the crib, where Fuyumi was gurgling and cooing as she snuggled with her orange stuffed cat toy.

"Last night was just a warm-up," Nowaki purred seductively, enchanting Hiroki with his darkened eyes. His arms coiled around Hiroki, one hand sliding down to knead his bottom. He leaned forward to nip at Hiroki's ear and lick the shell. "Today, we're going to stay in bed. I'm going to show you just how much I've missed you."

Hiroki slumped in Nowaki's arms, a blush rising to his cheeks as his fiancé murmured dirty things into his ear. He was glad he had put jeans on instead of sweatpants- his member was already starting to awaken as the heat of Nowaki's breath sank down to his groin.

Nowaki resurfaced from the side of Hiroki's face, a cocky smirk on his face. He pressed forward again with his mouth open to devour Hiroki's lips, but was interrupted as the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ah!" Hiroki gasped, pushing away from Nowaki. "The door!"

Relieved to be saved by the doorbell, Hiroki practically pranced out of the room and into the living room, where he launched himself over the back of the couch to get to the entrance hall. He threw open the door, panting.

On his doorstep stood Shinobu, whose wide smile faded when he saw Hiroki. His eyes flicked down, where he saw the gigantic hickey on Hiroki's neck before Hiroki could slap his hand over it. Shinobu's eyes bugged out. Before Hiroki could explain, Shinobu whipped his head towards the direction of his house.

"YŌH! PINEAPPLE!" he screamed, cupping his hands over his mouth. Hiroki heard a distant, incoherent reply.

"Shinobu?" Hiroki asked in confusion. He gasped as Shinobu darted past him and sprinted into the house. Hiroki ran after him, brows furrowed in bewilderment.

Hiroki followed Shinobu into the bedroom, and arrived just in time to see Shinobu dive at Nowaki.

"Welcome to Sweden! Välkommen till Sverige!" Shinobu said quickly, throwing his arms around Nowaki's waist for a split second before shoving away and jumping to Fuyumi's crib. Nowaki and Hiroki blinked, completely lost, as Shinobu reached into the crib, grabbed Fuyumi, and lifted her into his arms. He whirled around to face Hiroki and Nowaki. "Fuyumi's having a play date with Eiji-kun right now, call me and Miyagi when you want her back!"

Shinobu nodded, then ran out of the room with Fuyumi pressed against his chest. The last thing Hiroki heard from Fuyumi was:

"Aba?"

"I've got the baby!" Hiroki heard Shinobu shout from somewhere in the house.

"Good! I've got the bag!" replied Miyagi's voice. Hiroki and Nowaki only had a fraction of a second to glance at each other before Miyagi sprinted into the room with a black bag in hand. Without warning, he shoved it into Nowaki's arms. Miyagi panted.

"Välkommen till Sverige! He'll like everything in the blue bag, he may like a few things from the green bag, but don't use anything from the purple bag because he'll probably rip your dick off. Anything in the red bag will probably knock him out, so use that last. Don't worry, they're all new and untouched, so they're clean."

Before Nowaki could give Miyagi a confused look, much less respond, Miyagi dashed back out of the room. A moment later, the front door to the house opened and slammed shut.

And then, everything was silent.

"What the fuck just happened?" Hiroki asked, squinting as Nowaki curiously opened the bag. "All I know is that my baby's gone and you have- what the fuck is that?"

Nowaki had taken a small blue cloth bag out of the bigger black bag. And out of that smaller bag, he had pulled out a small, egg-shaped object connected to a wire.

"It's a… vibrator," Nowaki said slowly. Hiroki flushed scarlet. Nowaki put the vibrator back in the bag. He then reached into the black bag and pulled out a smaller purple bag. He opened it and stared down at its contents.

"N-Nowaki?" Hiroki stammered. Nowaki slowly pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs, and as he lifted them for Hiroki to see, he looked up at his trembling fiancé.

Nowaki smiled.