"Daddy!" Yuya exclaimed as he ran toward his father, who had just entered the front door.

"Yuya!" he beamed while kneeling and extending his arms wide.

The five-year-old laughed as his father scooped him into a warm hug.

"You were gone for forever, Daddy," the boy informed him. "Two sleeps is a long time."

"Yes, I agree," Yusho pulled away with a smile. "But I'm here now."

"Did you win your duel?"

Yusho couldn't help but beam at his son's excitement.

"I did," he nodded.

"Yay!" Yuya cheered as he threw his arms around his father's neck, causing the man to chuckle at his son's enthusiasm.

"Mommy! Daddy won!" Yuya turned toward the kitchen to inform his mother.

"I heard," she smiled as she leaned forward on the counter.

"Did you miss me, Daddy?"

"I sure did, son," Yusho nodded. "I thought about you a lot while I was out of town, especially when I saw a little something at the store."

"Huh?" the boy blinked his crimson eyes.

"Yeah. It's in my suitcase."

"What is it?"

"Let's find out," Yusho put his son down and unzipped his luggage, pulling out a wrapped box.

"A present?" the boy bounced on his toes.

"Mhm," Yusho nodded. "It's for you."

"But it's not my birthday," Yuya informed him.

"No," the male chuckled, "but I saw this, and I knew right away that it was something you'd love."

"Ooh. What is it, Daddy?"

"I guess you'll just have to open it and see, won't you?"

Yuya plucked the box from his father's hand and set it down on the floor where he proceeded to untie the ribbon and rip off the paper to reveal a plain, white box. He looked at his father, who nodded, before he pulled the lid off the box. He gasped once he saw the contents.

"What did you get, Yuya?" Yoko walked up behind him.

"Goggles!" he held them up for his mother to see.

"Ooh. Just like Daddy," she beamed.

"No, Mama. They're different. See? Daddy's are green and little," the boy held up the pair of large, round goggles for his mother to examine.

"Oh. My mistake, then."

"Yeah, Mommy. See! These are orange! And they have a star on them, Mommy! Look! They're really neat!"

"I see," she laughed at his excitement.

"Here," Yusho took the goggles from his son and placed them on top of the boy's head. "Look at you."

"Do I look like you now?"

Yusho nodded with a proud smile.

"You sure do, son."

"Mommy?" Yuya craned his neck backwards in order to see his mother.

"You look very handsome, Yuya. Just like your father," she smiled.

"It's the goggles," he grinned.

"It sure is," Yusho chuckled. "Actually it was my goggles that made your mom fall in love with me in the first place, I think."

"I think it was because of your butt, but okay," Yoko deadpanned.

Yusho laughed as Yuya furrowed his eyebrows at his parents.

"What are you talking about?" Yuya asked.

"Nothing, son," Yusho chuckled as he attempted to compose himself. "Goggles make the man, Yuya. In fact, every entertainer should have some goggles."

"Really?" Yuya blinked.

"I think so," the duelist shrugged.

"Am I a entertainer, Daddy?" the child cocked his head to the side.

"If you want to be. I think you'd be a fantastic entertainer one day if that's what you want to do."

Yuya laughed as he pulled his goggles down over his eyes and grinned.

"Maybe," Yuya chirped.

"Well, no matter what, you'll always have a cool pair of goggles just like your dad does," Yoko knelt down and squeezed him from behind.

"Yeah!" Yuya laughed as his mother planted a few pecks on his cheek. "Thanks, Daddy."

"You're very welcome, son," Yusho ruffled his son's thick locks of hair.

"Come on, Daddy! Let's go play now!" Yuya wriggled from his mother's grasp and rushed toward the couch.

Yusho chuckled as he stood up and extended his hand in order to help his wife up as well.

"Hi, darling," she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Hi," he rested his forehead against hers for a moment.

"Daddy!" Yuya cried impatiently while hanging over the back of the couch.

"I'll be there in a moment, Yuya. Don't worry."

"That boy is turning into you, Yusho," Yoko chuckled.

"Oh, I hope not," he frowned. "I don't want him to be me. I want him to be himself."

"He's inevitably going to be like you a little no matter what," the woman shrugged. "Which is good because there needs to be a few more people with your views in the world."

Yusho smiled as he gave Yoko another kiss.

"Daddy! Hurry! We gotta play!" Yuya rushed over and tugged his father's arm.

"I'm coming, Yuya. I haven't seen your mommy in two sleeps either. I wanted to spend a little time with her, too."

"Don't worry, Yusho. Go play with Yuya. You and I will play later," she winked.

"Ooh. Sounds like a plan," he flashed a cheesy grin.

"Dad!" Yuya whined.

"I'm coming," Yusho picked the boy up.

"You said that forever ago!"

"But I mean it this time," he spoke as he headed for the couch.

Yoko smiled. Yuya and Yusho were like two peas in a pod, and Yuya already wanted to be like his father in every way. Yuya was still young, but she could tell that whatever he strove to do, he would shine bright – just like his father.