Yoko Sakaki was awakened by a thump on her stomach. She crinkled her brow as she stirred and groggily opened her eyes to find her infant son being held in place by her husband.

"Say, 'Good morning, Mama'," Yusho bounced the boy whose only response was to giggle and shake his hands in excitement.

"Good morning, Yuya," Yoko greeted him as she grabbed hold of him so that Yusho could stand upright. "Where have you been all morning? I wondered why I hadn't heard a peep out of you yet."

"He's been downstairs with me," Yusho grinned. "We've been concocting something special all morning for you."

"Concocting?" she raised an eyebrow.

"First off," he leaned down and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Aww. Happy Valentine's to you. And to you too, little man," she tickled Yuya's belly, forcing him to laugh and kick his feet.

"Second, Yuya needs to wear this," Yusho pulled a red bib from his back pocket and promptly secured it around the boy's neck.

"Is this one new?"

"Yes, it sure is," Yusho stood up with one hand on his hip, a cheesy grin on his face.

"'My mommy is my first valentine'," she read with a smile. "Oh. Isn't that cute?"

"Mama! Mine!"

Yoko's heart melted as she sat up and pulled her baby son into a hug, causing him to squeal in delight.

"Third," Yusho hurried to the doorway and grabbed a tray he had set out previously in the hall and carried it to the bed where he set it over the female's legs, "we made you breakfast for a change."

"Oh," she smiled and tickled under the baby's chin. "Did you help?"

"He did. He taste tested like three of those things for you to make sure they were perfect," Yusho reached over and ruffled the baby's hair.

"Did you, baby?" Yoko bounced the boy but his gaze was transfixed on the tray table in front of them. "Oh my goodness. You're just like your father. So what do we have here? Scrambled eggs, toast, oatmeal, and… applesauce?"

"Well, Yuya insisted since that's his favorite thing. Right, son? You decided to share with Mommy for Valentine's Day?"

The baby wriggled in his mother's arms as he attempted to grab the tray.

"Pa-saw! Pa-pa saw," he squirmed.

"Aww. Well since you shared with me, I guess I can share right back," Yoko scooped up a tiny spoonful of applesauce, which Yuya eagerly accepted. "Is that yummy?"

"Num," the baby smacked his lips.

"Num," Yoko repeated as she nuzzled her nose with his.

"Mama!" Yuya exclaimed. "Pa-saw!"

The baby leaned down and swiped at the tray; however, instead of grabbing his prize, he accidentally grabbed a handful of eggs.

"Yuya," Yusho chuckled. "You're not supposed to steal all of Mommy's breakfast."

"Num," Yuya commented as he nibbled on the eggs in his hand.

"Aww. The eggs were shaped like a heart," Yoko fawned. "And you just stole a piece. How symbolic of the baby who really did steal a piece of my heart."

"Pa-saw!" Yuya cried again, but Yoko cupped his face and kept him preoccupied before he could dive back toward the tray of food.

"Only a piece?" Yusho blinked. "It looks more like he stole the whole thing."

"Oh, but look at this little face. He's such a sweetheart."

Yuya squealed as if in agreement causing his mother to give him a kiss.

"You used to say those things about me," the male gave a playful pout as he took the single rose from the vase on the tray and placed the stem sideways between his teeth.

"What are you doing?" the woman cocked an eyebrow at her husband.

"Winning you back," he attempted to flip the rose around using only his tongue; however, the flower ended up falling with Yusho desperately attempting to catch it before it hit the ground – to no avail.

A chuffed burst of air escaped Yoko's nose at the sight; however, Yuya's hysterical laughter from watching his father's frantic hand movements caused the woman to break out into a full fit of laughter.

"Your daddy is silly, isn't he?" Yoko grinned as Yuya chortled.

"That didn't quite work the way I wanted it to," the man pouted.

"You don't say?" the woman giggled.

"Here, my love. It's still good as new," he offered her the rose.

"Thank-you," she took the flower and held it up to Yuya's nose. "Look. Your daddy is romantic. A dork. But romantic."

"Mine!" Yuya squealed as he grabbed the stem from his mother then proceeded to shake it wildly until the rose head snapped off.

"Uh-oh. You broke it," the woman fawned.

Yuya's response was to laugh.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" she hugged him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Well, no need to worry. There are plenty more where that came from," Yusho smiled.

"Roses, breakfast in bed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to butter me up for something. Is that true, Mister Sakaki?"

"Yes," he answered.

She let out a giggle at the bluntness of his answer.

"Well, you're off to a good start, then."

The two adults locked eyes, Yusho's golden eyes gazing deep into Yoko's emerald ones. After a few more moments, Yusho pulled her into a kiss, which ended up turning into a slew of kisses. The couple completely got lost in one another for a moment, which Yuya used as his chance to swipe more of his favorite food. The baby let out a determined grunt as he reached out for more applesauce; however, the little bowl was too far away. Eventually, his mother's grip on him unconsciously slackened, which allowed the infant the leeway he needed in order to get his fingers on the edge of the tray. With another grunt, he managed to tip the whole tray onto the bedspread, causing both his parents to jump in surprise.

"Oh, Yuya," Yoko shook her head as the bowl of applesauce slid right down beside her happy son.

"Yuya," his father chuckled as he picked the dishes up off his wife, "look what you did to Mommy's breakfast."

The baby only laughed as he grabbed fistfuls of applesauce and began sucking his fist as the treat seeped out from between his fingers.

"I guess we should have been paying attention," Yoko spoke as she gazed adoringly at her son.

"I suppose," Yusho shrugged. "I guess with Yuya here it can't just be all romance all day like it used to. Can it, Yuya?"

"Might be a little awkward," Yoko smirked.

"A bit," Yusho smiled down at the baby, who smiled in return as he continued eating the applesauce.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Yuya," Yoko tapped his nose affectionately with her finger.

"Num," Yuya smacked his lips.

"Oh, Yusho. I have two valentines now. How did I ever get to be so lucky?"

A proud smile encompassed Yusho's face as he gazed at both his wife and son.

"Because you deserve it, my love."

DGG: Random Valentine's Day story in September because why not!? But now I am done with Baby Yuya. It is time for slightly older Yuya now!

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