DGG: Short and sweet this week!

Yoko and Yusho Sakaki sat together, snuggled on their living room couch. It never ceased to amaze the woman at just how much she loved her husband's warmth. She smiled as he placed his gloved left hand against her cheek as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. Yoko gazed at him with a warm smile as she placed her hand overtop his. It was then his turn to smile as his wife turned her head and began trailing kisses up his hand from the base of his palm all the way to the tip of his middle finger.

"That was nice," he grinned.

"Yeah," her eyes glittered. "But you know it would be even nicer without your gloves on."

"I do believe you're right," Yusho chuckled as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Skin-to-skin contact is always the best," Yoko whispered as she rested her left hand against his cheek.

"Mmm," Yusho closed his eyes and relished her touch.

The male was just about to kiss her lips when he suddenly pulled away, causing his wife to blink in surprise; however, her surprise subsided when she saw that their five-year-old son was now standing beside them.

"Well, hello there, Yuya," Yusho greeted brightly.

"Hi!" he chirped. "I want in!"

The boy barely waited for his parents to pull apart before he crawled into his mother's lap and beamed happily.

Yoko gazed at her son lovingly before leaning down and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Ew!" he laughed.

"Ew?" Yoko questioned. "Do you not like kisses from me anymore?"

"No, Mama. Boys don't like kisses!"

"Now that's not true," Yusho jumped in. "I love your mother's kisses."

"You do?" Yuya cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, yes," Yusho nodded. "Very much."

Yuya turned back toward his mother and gave her grin, causing her to smile in return as she ruffled his hair.

"So you said you wanted in," Yusho spoke.

"Uh huh! I want cuddles, too!"

"Oh, but this is an exclusive club. Not just anyone can join," Yusho gave his son a facetious gaze.

"Huh?" the boy blinked.

"Yusho," Yoko scolded lightly.

"You'll have to pass initiation first if you want cuddles."

"Institiation?" Yuya crinkled his nose as he attempted the new word.

"Yes," Yusho laughed. "Initiation."

"What's that?"

"It means you have to pass a sort of challenge, a test."

"Like what, Daddy?"

"Hm. Let me think," the duelist stroked his chin in mock thought. He moved his gaze from his son to his wife, then smiled. "I know. Since you think kisses are so gross, you'll have to endure about…twenty kisses from your mama."

Yoko chuckled as she watched her son's eyes grow wide.

"Twenty? That's…that's like…a billion," Yuya pouted.

"Yes. I think twenty kisses will do," nodded Yusho. "But that's not all. Let's see. How old are you now? Five?"

"Yeah," Yuya cocked his head again.

"Okay. Well, then I think after your mama gives you all those kisses, then I think you should give her five kisses."

Yuya looked up at his mother.

"What do you say, Yuya? Can you handle that?" grinned Yoko. "Kisses in exchange for cuddles?"

"I can do it!" the boy nodded.

"Okay," nodded Yusho. "Ready?"

"Yeah! Bring it on, Mommy!"

"All right. Ready? Ready? Go!"

Yoko pulled her son closer as she began administering his kisses to his right cheek.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten," Yusho counted.

Yuya giggled as Yoko turned his head so that she could give him the rest of his kisses on his left cheek.

"Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty," Yusho finished counting as Yoko sat back.

Yuya continued giggling.

"I believe I need some kisses now," she reminded him.

The boy smiled as he hugged his mother before moving onto his part of the bargain, and gave his mother three kisses on the left cheek and two on her right.

"Aw," Yoko rested her forehead against her son's.

"I did it, Daddy!" Yuya chirped as he turned around to beam at the man.

"You sure did," Yusho smiled.

"I can cuddle now!"

Yoko squeezed her son as she nuzzled the top of his head.

"You sure can," Yusho beamed with pride at his family as the three of them nestled against one another.

"And kisses aren't so bad, I guess," Yuya admitted.

Yusho smiled again as he bent down and planted a quick peck on his son's head.

"Good. I'm glad you think so."