Setting: Modern day

Theme: Lips

It was early Sunday morning. The star-shaped clock on the yellow-painted wall barely struck seven. A certain silvery-haired figure was already up and about in his kitchen.

He set the plates on the table, carefully arranging the silverware and napkins to their sides, as he waited patiently for the toaster to cool before serving his favorite breakfast. It was also her favorite, grilled cheese.

Checking for one last time everything was in place, he headed for the bedroom. Quietly he slid the door open and peeked inside. A smile crept on his face when he spotted a familiar blonde head above cover. His sweet smile turned into a mischievous grin as he tiptoed over to the side of the bed. He sat down on his knees and admired her. 'She looks so pretty when she's asleep.' He leaned in and placed a peck on her lips.

"Kenji!"

An angry voice startled him.

"I've told you not to kiss your mother on the lips!" Another silvery head popped up from the other side of the bed.

"But you do it all the time! Why can't I?" The eight-year-old boy pouted. He stood up and crossed his arm, the posture he had managed to pick up from his father whenever he was scolding uncle Jadeite.

"No discussion, young man. You are simply forbidden." Kunzite sat up properly as he reprimanded his son.

"That's not fair!" The spitting image of Kunzite, save his mother's blue eyes, looked up at his father in defiance.

Awaking from her sleep, Minako perceived drowsily what was going on. She quickly held the cover closer to her body to shield her nude form, one hand reaching out to pat her son head's.

"Kunzie, don't be so mean to Ken," she said, giving her son a loving smile.

"Mommy, I made us breakfast. It's your favorite," little Ken spoke jovially, eyes challenging his dad's.

"You go into the kitchen first, sweetie. Mommy and daddy will be out in a minute." She gave his puffy cheek a peck and off he went.

Making sure her young son was out of view, Minako snuggled up to her husband.

"You're horrible," her voice dropped to a whisper so as not to alert her son who happened to inherit his father's hypersensitive hearing. Her right arm wrapped around his chest.

"That's not what you said last night," he breathed into her ear, his arm moving up her back.

"What are you doing! Kenji is waiting for us." Her face blushed with a crimson red. She stifled back her giggles as he sent tickling kisses down her bare skin.

"I want a daughter." Kunzite ceased his teasing and looked at her with incredible sincerity in his eyes.

Minako returned his passionate gaze. Her arms tightened around his waist, her eyes closed, and her lips moved closer to his face. Kunzite suddenly let out a small gasp as he felt a sharp bite on his ear. She rolled him over on his back and sat up from the bed.

"Not until you stop being jealous of your son!"

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Outside the young boy was happily humming along to a tune of his mother's hit song.