"Yusho Sakaki," the sharp voice of his wife stopped the man in his tracks as he came back in through the front door, sugary treats in his hands. The man cocked his head when he saw Yoko standing in front of the arm of the couch, her arms crossed, one eyebrow cocked. "Did you forget something?"

Yusho's eyes darted to the side in thought.

"No…" he finally answered.

"Oh? Really?" both her eyebrows raised now.

"I got you an ice cream, too…"

"I'm not talking about that. I think you left something behind."

Yusho continued to stare blankly at her.

"Something important, Yusho?" she pressed.

The man's face remained confused, causing the woman to huff.

"Honestly, Yusho?"

The woman turned around and bent over. Yusho pursed his lips together as she turned back around, holding their newborn son in her arms. She raised her eyebrows as the tiny infant cooed and grabbed for her necklace.

Yusho furrowed his brow for a second before frowning.

"I…I did not forget him," Yusho shook his head.

"So you deliberately just left him sleeping alone on the couch?"

"N-no…"

"So you forgot all about him when you heard the ice cream truck outside?"

Yusho remained quiet, shuffling uncomfortably in his spot.

"You can't leave a baby unattended, Yusho!"

"I…don't even remember leaving him there…"

"Well, you must have. Because I found him here. Alone. What if he had rolled off the couch?"

"But he didn't," Yusho pointed out.

"I nearly sat on him!"

Yusho blinked before chuckling.

"Well, that one's not my fault, darling. You should probably look before you sit."

Yoko narrowed her eyes.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass right now."

"Because…Yuya shouldn't be exposed to such violence? And I brought you some ice cream?"

The woman kept her gaze on the man before she chuckled, shaking her head.

"You are a terrible father, Yusho."

"Not terrible! Just inexperienced."

"Aw," Yoko looked down and grinned at the bundle in her arms. "Say 'Daddy's awful.' Yes. Daddy's awful, isn't he? Isn't he, Yuya?"

Yuya kicked his feet, cooing at his mother's baby talk, his scarlet eyes staring at her as he continued to play with the chain of her necklace. Yusho smiled as he walked toward the pair.

"That isn't fair. You're brainwashing him with lies!"

"Then you'd better get it together, Yusho."

Yusho chuckled.

"The ice cream is melting, my love," he held out a cone for her.

"Thank-you," she smiled. "But if you ever leave my baby alone on a high surface again, I will pound you. And not in a fun way."

"But he was nestled between the couch cushions. He wasn't going anywhere."

Yoko gave him a sharp look causing the man to rub his lips together.

"I mean…you have my word, my love."

She smiled.

"I thought that's what you said," Yoko gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, Yuya," Yusho stroked the baby's cheek with his finger. "I didn't mean to leave you alone. I heard the sweet sounds of the ice cream truck, and I just had to get us some ice cream. I have a one-track mind sometimes. I get an idea and I have to act on it."

The mother shook her head, but she smiled as Yusho made their son laugh. Yusho was sweet and he meant well, but he was going to get himself into trouble with that one-track mind of his one of these days. She just knew it…

DGG: I'm back! And, as you can see, I went straight to Baby Yuya. But there's a good reason for it! I had originally thought about putting Yoko's Secret in here. I was just going to delete it from the site, and just repost it in this anthology, but...I decided against it. Mostly because it apparently never happened because no one could remember where any of these babies came from. They were just there. And they accepted it. No one questioned it until Zarc was trying to resurrect. So...I just left it out. I have other one-shots that I think I'll include in here that I've already posted, however. So...yeah. Fun.

Baby Yuya, though!

Anyway, thanks for reading (and hopefully reviewing?)! I'll post again soon!