"Shiori! Leave your brothers alone. Kuro, Aki! Get over here it's dinner time. How many times do I have to tear you three apart from one another!" Yuusuke yelled to his children as Kurama stood against him, his arms wrapped around the man's waist.
"Leave them lone, love." Kurama said, "They'll make it to dinner eventually. It'll give us time to talk." Yuusuke sighed but agreed following his mate out into the gardens.
"I can't believe its been eight years to the day that he's been dead."
"Are you going to be alright today?"
"I suppose, it's just like every other year, just a little less painful. I can't believe it's been twenty years though." Kurama laughed as he watched the sky go by.
"Demons really don't have a feeling for time. It passes to fast for us to care. We live for hundreds of years. Why would one matter specifically?"
"Well...I guess it wouldn't but...they're so old now."
"And spoiled rotten, just as you said they would be,"
"I can't wait for the day, Shiori shows up with a mate. The boys will go insane. Probably kill them."
"Yes, they can be over protective of her."
"Said that as well."
"You did,"
"I love you,"
"I love you too, Yuusuke."