A\N: So I decided to turn this into a one shot series c: Hope you guys likey~!

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"Are you gonna marry her?"

Fingers dug into the grass, blue hues flaring up in surprise while Sherry looked along innocently, sitting beside him. She cocked her head to the side, blinking those lemon green eyes at him. "Well, won't you?"

Norman could barely make out the coy smirk coiling Ray's lips from the corners of his eyes, but he remained composed. He smiled calmly at the younger girl, nursing his bruised knee.

"What're you talking about—"

"Emma!" Sherry elaborated with a bob of her brownish red curls, tears brimming up in her eyes as she clutched her tiny fists to her chest. "You'll marry her when you grow up, won't you, Norman?!"

"Sherry," Norman began worriedly, hand falling atop her head. "Why're you saying that all of a sudden?"

The children of Grace Field played outside the gigantic house, each child engaged in their own game except for a certain three that sat farby under a tree. Ray flattened his back against the tree, burying his nose more into the biology book in his hands to hide his snickers. Norman on the other hand, looked absolutely confused— a look which they rarely saw on him— as he continued patting Sherry's head.

"You-you…" the girl sniffled, pressing her palms against her eyes. "You look at her all the time! Even when I'm sitting here with you instead of playing with the others!"

Norman shot a glare Ray's way when the boy sniggered behind his book. "Sherry, no." He carded his fingers through those silky locks. "I really love that you're sitting here with me. It's so thoughtful of you."

"Don't lie, Norman!" The child cried out, making the white haired boy wince. "You're always, always, always looking at Emma! Is it because she's pretty? I'm pretty too, Norman!"

"Yes, yes, you are." Norman nodded vigorously, fingers rubbing down on the crying child's scalp in an attempt to relax her. "You're absolutely beautiful, Sherry."

Sherry wiped away the tears, scrubbing her face. "I don't want you to leave me, Norman. I love you so much!"

Norman smiled warmly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I love you too, Sherry. I love all of my family."

"But I love you more than anyone else." The girl puffed her cheeks, surprising the boy as she latched onto his midriff, squeezing his torso. She rubbed her head against his chest, then peered up at him through her lashes. "But even if you do marry Emma. I hope you won't forget about me though."

Blue eyes softening, Norman brought his arms around the younger girl. "I won't."

"You promise?"

"Promise." Norman felt his smile widening when Sherry beamed up at him, hugging him tight.

Footsteps approached them, a single shadow looming across the lush green grass as a head of bright, orange hair popped into view. Emma examined the hugging duo, her eyes flickering from the healing bruise on Norman's knee before settling down on them.

A gentle smile curved her lips, and she clasped her hands behind her back. "What's going on here~?"

"Norman's telling Sherry that he won't forget about his family after he marries you."

Emma blinked stupidly, her mouth parting slightly as a hot blush crept up Norman's neck, painting his face in crimson.

"R-Ray!"

"What? Wasn't that what you guys were going on about?"

"We weren't—"

Sherry gasped loudly. "Norman, your face is so red! You want me to call Mama?— Emma, wow, your face is red too! Mama! MAMA!"

"Sherry, please don't—"

"MAMA!"