A/N: Ayiiees Minori! this chapter is for you xD I love you, girl! Though you might hate me for this. LOLness. haha

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The Kiriya's Daily Routine at Home

"Touri! That's enough computer games for today." Minori reprimanded.

"But mama… I Haven't even stayed here for more than an hour…" Touri complained with a pout, but never averting his eyes from the screen.

"Listen, young man. Are you going to turn that off or not?" she warned, placing her hands on her hips.

He stared at his mother with puppy eyes, yet it didn't work on her today.

"Fine…" he finally complied, although dejected.

"Now why are you scolding my son?"

"Papa! Welcome home!"

"Touri, look. Papa got you an xbox!" Etou exclaimed, showing off the thing in his hand.

Gloomy façade glistened once again, his eyes sparkled in delight.

"Wow! Papa, you're the best!"

He ruffled his son's hair. "Anything for my little boy."

"Well? Don't you want to try it?"

Touri paused from examining his new xbox to turn to his father, smiling from ear to ear. "I can?"

"Of course."

"But, Etou—"

"No buts! Whenever he's playing computer games, you're always spoiling his fun. Now I'm sure he wont open it anymore."

"But… getting the computer rested it not actually what I wanted to happen. I wanted touri to rest from playing gadgets the whole day!"

He stiffened. "Take it easy, Minori… Calm down."

"Calm down? How can I calm down when you're always ruining my plan!"

"Mama? Papa? You're arguing again?" Touri butted, staring at them with worried expression.

"No, we're not. Don't mind us. Now, let's go… I have a surprise for you, too." Etou said, pushing Minori lightly towards the dining room.

"What is it?"

"Erh… actually I have none. I forgot. Tomorrow, I promise." He admitted, scratching the back of his head.

"I really hate you."

Etou paused, staring at his wife from head to toe. "By the way, hun…"

"What is it this time?"

"Is that an apron you're wearing?"

She took a quick glance at the flower-patterned apron then back to Etou. "Of course it is. Why?"

He laughed for a moment. "You're ATTEMPTING to cook again? Didn't I told you to wait for me? Don't you know that the appliances and utensils here are rather expensive?"

She raised an eyebrow with a serious face, obviously annoyed.

"So what are you trying to say?"

He noticed that it might not be their kitchen to blow up but his wife.

"Now, now, hun. I was just joking, okay?"

However for her, it was not okay. She crossed her arms. "Im hungry. Cook something edible for me."

"Don't I always cook edible foods? I should be saying that to you." He whispered. Apparently, she heard.

She twisted his hear, causing him to flinch. "I. heard. That." Then dragged him inside the dining room by his ear, merciless.

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"Isn't it done yet?"

He scooped a spoonful from the pot and shoved it carefully to Minori for her to taste.

"Mm.. You're cooking skills are improving day by day." She praised, only to receive a mock.

"Well at least my cooking skills are way better than yours." Followed by a laugh.

"What did you say?" here goes her dark aura again.

"Uh…"

"Good timing, papa. Im actually very hungry now." Touri said, rubbing his tummy as he entered the dining room.

'Yes. Good timing , Touri.' He thought as he was saved by his son's presence from Minori's flaring glares.

"Mama was trying to poison me again earlier." The poison he indicates here is herdish she considers 'food'

"Even you, Touri? I suggest you to stop idolizing your father. He is not a good model."

Touri blinked twice. "Eh? But I was just stating the truth."

Minori sighed in defeat. Whatever she does to defend herself, she won't stand a chance if this two are combined.

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"Papa, mama and I are going to play tennis. Wanna join us?" Touri invited, handing a tennis racket to Etou.

"Sure." He smiled as he reached for the racket when suddenly—

"—Hold it, mister. You have a lot of chores to do." Minori reminded, blocking his hand with her red racket.

Father and son pouted.

"Why don't you just hire a maid and stop treating papa like your own personal houseboy."

Etou sweatdropped. "T-Touri… you shouldn't be talking to your m-mother like that…" he lectured, obviously scared at the woman.

This made her smirk. "In that case, go get the umbrella in our room. It's kinda hot outside." She commanded.

"What about the chores I'm supposed—"

"You Can do it later. You need to hold the umbrella."

"A-as you wish… mi'lady." He quickly strode towards their room, while Minori quietly sneaked out, dragging her son along.

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"Yay! Touri won again!" the kid yelled, praising himself as he jumps in joy.

While on the other side of the field, Minori sat on the ground, exhausted. Her breathing hitched up. Obviously, she

was only taking it easy on her child. But when it comes to her husband or other competitors, she gives her very

best. Especially to Shiori whom she mostly love aiming directly at her face.

An umbrella suddenly blocked her from the heat. She looked up and saw Etou, smiling sweetly at her.

He helped her to stand and accompany her to sit on a nearby bench.

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He moved a little closer to her to shade himself from the sunlight as well.

"Hey. I'm tired already. It's your turn to hold this umbrella."

She glared at him. "Who do you think is more tired between us? And you know it's rude for a butler to ask his ojou-samalike that."

It's his turn to frown. "Is that what I am to you? A butler?"

Minori can't deny the fact that this side of his frightens her, but always did her best to hide it. "Well… yes."

His face crumpled more.

To ease his anger, she intwined her fingers with his unoccupied ones. He squeezed her hand into his, and rested his head on her shoulder.

She didn't mind it, until—

"Whew! It's getting intense there, don't you think so, mama?" little Touri teased, grinning.

She intuitively moved away from him as though he carries a contagious disease. "Etou, you idiot!"

"Hun—"

"Shut up! Or else…"

He sighed.

As for touri, he covered his mouth with his hand and mumbled; "Uh-oh…"

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Later that night;

The couple lied down in their queen-sized bed to sleep. She nuzzled closer to her husband for a comfortable position.

"Good night…" he kissed her forehead lovingly before switching off the lamp shade, gently pulling her to him.

Just before they drift to sleep, they felt something, moving under the blanket.

"What's that?" he asked, opening lamp again.

The mysterious, moving life form came closer and closer. Etou lifted the blanket, revealing their son, secretly crawling towards them.

"Touri? What are you doing here?" she asked, hugging her child.

"Touri wants to sleep with you two."

"No—"

"Yes, he CAN." Minori retorted. "Etou, will you move a little farther?"

He grunted although still complied.

Etou stared at his wife who's hugging their son, thinking it was supposed to be him in her arms.