"Hi, snuggle bug," Yoko greeted as her three-year-old son crawled onto the bed with her and her husband.
"Hi," he giggled while plopping down on top of her.
"Good morning, Yuya," his father greeted while sitting up on his right elbow.
"It's not morning! It's dark out!" the boy crinkled his nose as he looked toward the window.
"Be that as it may, it is nearly seven-thirty," the father chuckled. "So it is, in fact, morning."
"It's too dark for morning," Yuya declared.
"If it's not morning, then why are you awake?" queried his mother.
"I'm not sleepy!" he shook his head with a grin.
"And do you know why you're not sleepy? Because you slept all night and now it's morning," she tickled the boy's stomach.
Yuya laughed and wriggled.
"No, Mommy! It's not morning 'til it's light out!"
"Oh yeah? Is that the same logic people use when they say, 'It's not tomorrow until I go to sleep'?"
"I don't know!"
"You think you're clever, don't you? Like you're the smartest little boy to ever live."
"I am, Mommy!"
"Are you?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah!"
Yoko smiled warmly.
"Well, I suppose you are a fairly bright little boy."
Yusho beamed as he listened to his wife and son banter back and forth. It filled his heart to the brim with pride and love. He really didn't know what he did to deserve these two in his life, but he couldn't be more grateful.
He gazed at Yoko for a moment longer before he tapped his son on the shoulder.
"Yuya, come here a second," he motioned with his head.
"No, Daddy. I wanna lay on Mommy," he pouted while lying down on her chest. Yoko gave a contented smile as she patted the boy's back.
"You can stay on her. I just need you to lean this way a little."
"Okay," he arched his body toward his father.
Yoko watched as her husband leaned in and whispered something in Yuya's ear.
"Okay!" the boy answered, which prompted Yusho to give the boy a peck on the cheek. Yuya only giggled.
"Go on," Yusho urged with a chuckle of his own.
Yuya then moved back toward Yoko and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"That's from Daddy," he beamed with pride.
"Aw. Here," she gave him a peck on the other cheek. "Give that to your daddy for me."
"Okay!" Yuya chirped.
Yoko smiled as she gazed at her boys, watching as Yuya leaned over and gave Yusho a kiss on his cheek.
"That's from Mommy!" he grinned.
"Come here again," Yusho smiled.
Yuya leaned over, allowing his father to whisper in his ear again. The boy grinned as his father pulled away.
"Go on," Yusho laughed.
"What'd he tell you, Yuya?" asked Yoko.
"Daddy sayed that he lubs you!"
"He lubs me?" she grinned.
Yuya nodded.
"Uh-huh. That's what he sayed."
"Will you tell Daddy that I lub him, too?"
"Yeah!" Yuya looked at his father. "Mommy lubs you!"
"Phew. I'm so relieved," the man wiped fake sweat from his brow.
"Why?"
"Because she loves me back."
"That's what mommies do, Daddy," Yuya smiled.
"Oh, you are the sweetest baby boy," Yoko pulled Yuya's face toward her so that she could nuzzle his nose with hers.
Yusho smiled as he gazed at the pair. It was unfathomable just how much he loved them. His love was like helium, filling him so that he floated right up to cloud nine. He wanted more time with them; he always wanted more time with them.
"Yuya," Yusho tapped the boy's shoulder again.
"What?"
"I want you and Mommy to snuggle with me."
"Like a sammelwich?" the boy asked, eagerness seeping into his voice.
Yusho chuckled.
"Yes. Just like a 'sammelwich'."
"Come on, Mommy!" Yuya cried as he crawled in between his parents, lying down and facing his mother while allowing his father to wrap his right arm underneath him and pull him close. Yuya giggled.
"Yusho," Yoko spoke, "it's about time to get up."
The duelist looked toward the window.
"Well, Yuya said it was still nighttime, so I think that means we should just go back to sleep. Right, my love?"
"And since when did Yuya make the rules around here?"
"Ever since he was born, I'd say."
"Yeah, Mommy," Yuya giggled. "Come on, Mommy! Make me a sammelwich!"
Yoko raised her eyebrows as she looked toward her husband.
"This is the only acceptable context for him to order me to make him a sandwich," she said.
Yusho snickered.
"I'm serious!" she exclaimed.
"I know, my love. Come," Yusho raised his left arm, "lie down with us. Our sandwich is incomplete without you."
"Yeah, Mommy!" Yuya held both his arms out toward her.
The woman sighed before a smile graced her lips.
"Well, how can I resist? I suppose we can have a lazy day today."
"It's still night, Mommy," Yuya spoke.
"Sorry. A lazy night," she corrected herself.
Yoko rolled over onto her side so that she was facing her husband and son, both of whom wrapped their arms around her. Yuya nestled into her chest as she snaked her left arm under Yusho's head while resting her other hand on Yuya's side. Warmth enveloped the trio with Yusho giving his wife a peck on the forehead before the family drifted off into sleep.