A/N: *collapses* Uuuugggghhh… my brain… too many projects… I'm such a masochist writer… *takes a deep breath* Okay, I'm good… I know I said this was only going to be five chapters, but I had more ideas pop up in my mind (curse you plot bunnies! STOP HUMPING EACH OTHER AND BREEDING!). So, this story will have more than five chapters, but I'm absolutely sure it will be no more than ten. I seriously need to stop posting these kinds of stories =.=

This chapter takes place a few days or weeks (whichever you want, doesn't really matter) after the last chapter. Time for some family fun, kiddy cuteness, and smut. Oh yeah, I can see your perverted grins. You naughty kids you. XD

It was a sleepy Sunday at Vongola Manor. Kyouya stood in Tsuna's study, poring over the books on the bookshelves for something to do. He was quite bored, seeing as his husband was sleeping the morning away (after a truly satisfying night together) and the kids were off on a trip to Milan with their uncles and aunts. Apparently Nuvola was accompanying her aunts to a fashion show despite her disinterest of fashion in general (she said she was only going to make fun of the models) and Cielo wanted to tour the museums with his uncles and best friend. It sounded like they were in for a good time and he had been invited as well, but Kyouya didn't want to crowd about with them. It was not like him after all and his hives might act up if he wasn't careful.

Kyouya moved over to the next shelf of books and paused when he saw that they were of a different kind then the others. He didn't recall ever seeing them before despite the many times he had been in his lover's office, but he shrugged it off and pulled out the first of the brown leather-bound books. He saw the book was actually a photo album, if the title "Family Album" in gold filigree was anything to go by. Feeling a little awed that Tsuna actually made a family album for them, Kyouya balanced the album in his left arm and opened it to the first page.

The first picture to greet his eyes was one of Tsuna, himself, and a three-month old Nuvola in his arms. He remembered posing for that picture a few days after he had returned to Tsuna and met his daughter for the first time. He smirked a little, remembering the loud Storm guardian having barged into the room the morning after and caught Kyouya snuggled up to a sleeping Tsuna. Kyouya had woken from the ruckus the Italian had been making and he glared bloody murder at the intruder, who in turn screamed bloody murder before fainting for some reason. The sight of a fainting Gokudera Hayato had been amusing.

It was about three days after that when the Family was gathered in the Manor's East garden. They were unsurprisingly shocked at Kyouya's reappearance and had more than a few choice things to say to him after having left Tsuna, but Tsuna defended Kyouya with a few choice words of his own. The Family cowed after Tsuna's little speech, but of course it took quite a while for Kyouya to regain some modicum of trust and respect from the others. Not that he wanted it anyway…

Kyouya ran a finger over the picture, lingering on Nuvola's still form. She was wearing a white and purple frilly dress with little black shoes. Her hair was too short to put up in any style so it was left sticking up from her head, making her look like she had been electrocuted or perhaps was just extremely surprised. Kyouya had been informed by Nana that Tsuna's hair had been the same when he was a newborn (not that it changed over the years). In fact, everyone of Vongola blood had that hair as a baby. It was quite amusing when you think about it.

Done with perusing the picture, Kyouya turned the pages and found more pictures of him, Tsuna, and Nuvola. There was a simple one with Tsuna in the rocking chair in Nuvola's nursery, their daughter asleep in his arms. Another was at the dinner table with a six-month old Nuvola throwing her peas at Hayato's head. And yet another with Kyouya and Nuvola in the garden, the former holding onto the latter's hands while she took some unsteady steps across the pavement. All the pictures brought a genuine smile to Kyouya's face and love for his daughter swelled in his chest.

The last picture in the album was of Kyouya and a fifteen-month old Nuvola (or so says the captions beneath the picture) laying down on the large bed in Tsuna and Kyouya's room. Both were asleep and Nuvola was cuddled up to her father's chest, her thumb in her mouth. Kyouya had a protective arm around his daughter and in his lap sat a storybook that depicted Snow White and her seven dwarfs. It was quite an adorable picture and even Kyouya could see that.

Putting that album back, he pulled out the next one and flipped through it, going through more pictures of Nuvola growing up and plenty of Family antics in between. When he got to the fourth album, he was greeted with a tired but smiling Tsuna sitting on their bed and holding a bundle of white in his arms. Even without looking at the caption Kyouya knew that this was the day Cielo was born. It was probably the proudest moment of his life, being there for Tsuna while he brought their son into the world. He had missed that with Nuvola but he had vowed to himself he wouldn't do so again when it came to Cielo (and possibly any other children in the future).

Kyouya flipped through a few more pages, some with Nuvola holding her little brother and smiling widely despite a few of her teeth missing. There was one completely adorable picture of Cielo wearing a onesie that made him look like a lion with matching paws for the hands and a hood that held a fluffy mane and ears. He was sitting in his crib and looking sleepily up at the camera, his eyes droopy and his mouth half open in what must have been the beginnings of a yawn. If Kyouya had been a lesser man then he was, he would have grinned stupidly at the picture. Heck, he would have probably done a Ryohei and shove his kid's baby pictures in front of everyone's noses, exclaiming how cute they were.

There were more pictures of his children growing up. Their first days of school, first trip to the amusement or water park, first steps, first birthdays, and many other firsts. There were also family trips to places around the world, pictures of training sessions, and even prank pictures like one where Nuvola snuck a beetle in Cielo's shirt and another where Cielo got her back by dumping a bucket of fish heads on her.

Sighing at the memories, Kyouya slid the last album back into its place and stared off into space, remembering some more times that weren't caught by the camera. Like when he had been informed that Tsuna was pregnant again…

Nuvola's delighted giggling echoed through the garden as she played on her swing set, trying to swing high enough to jump into the sky (or so she claimed). Kyouya sat on a bench under a nearby tree, watching her closely and relaxing in the heat of the summer day. The Vongola manor was quiet today, since most of the other Guardians were out on missions, and Kyouya was thankful for that. He didn't have to deal with any other herbivore aside from the servants and his own herbivores.

"Papa! Look, I'm going so high!" Nuvola yelled from her swing, cheerfully kicking her legs out and trying to go even higher. Kyouya just smiled softly at her, feeling a little proud that his little girl was so brave.

A presence alerted him that he and his daughter was not alone and Kyouya turned his head, eyes narrowed. But fortunately it was only his darling husband, heading towards them with a smile already on his lips and Kyouya relaxed, his eyes softening at Tsuna. The mafia boss was wearing casual clothes today, just a simple pair of jeans and a white and blue t-shirt. It made him look younger than the thirty years he really was but still made him just as handsome.

"Hey there," Tsuna said with a teasing smile as he took a seat next to his husband. "Having fun watching our little hellion?"

"I wouldn't call it fun," Kyouya said, rolling his eyes. "But at least she's preoccupied. She thinks that if she swings hard enough she'll flip over the bar."

Tsuna chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised if she does."

Kyouya made a noncommittal sound before scooting down the bench and laying his head in Tsuna's lap. A hand instantly ran through his hair and Kyouya relaxed against it with a sigh. He loved it when Tsuna played with his hair, it just felt so soothing that he couldn't help but fall asleep every time it happened.

After a minute or so of being lulled by the magic hand and fingers twining through his hair, Tsuna voice broke through Kyouya's trance.

"Kyouya?"

"… Hm?"

"I'm going to tell you something very important."

"Mn."

"I hope you won't get too shocked."

"Mn…"

"Well, you see…"

"Hm?"

"I'm pregnant."

"… That's nice…"

It took approximately ten seconds for the words to actually take root in Kyouya's brain and when it did, his eyes flew open in shock and he stared at Tsuna's nervous face.

"… Excuse me?" Kyouya asked, still not really believing what he just heard.

Tsuna let out a small nervous laugh and a twitchy smile before saying, "I'm pregnant?"

Not a second later Kyouya's eyes rolled to the back of his head in a dead faint. The last thing he heard was Tsuna's worried voice and his daughter's shrieking laughs.

Remembering that time always brought Kyouya into a fit of embarrassment. Never had he reacted to anything in such an undignified way. He could be told that the world was coming to an end and all he'd do was make sure that his beloved Namimori would still be disciplined throughout the Apocalypse, but tell him that he was going to be a father again and he was out like a light. Fortunately no one but Tsuna witnessed his humiliation and the mafia boss told no one about it, knowing Kyouya would not appreciate that (which was an understatement).

Shaking the embarrassing scene out of his head, Kyouya thought back to the months after that announcement. It had been some of the most enlightening yet near terrifying times in his life. Never did he look at a pregnant woman the same way again…

Kyouya had been taking a leisurely walk through the hallways of Vongola manor, taking in the rustic decorations of the place, when he heard the sound of something fragile breaking into dozens of tiny pieces. He froze for half a second before taking off. He was near Tsuna's office and there were few occupied rooms around the area, so it was safe to say that the crash had come from there. His heart rate went up a little when he had the thought that someone had broken in and was threatening his husband, but when he turned the corner into Tsuna's office, he had to fight not to let out a burst of laughter.

There in the middle of the office stood a five month pregnant Tsuna, wearing maternity clothes that didn't hide his protruding stomach in any way whatsoever. His face was red, his teeth were gritted, his hands were curled into fists, and if he had been a cat no doubt his fur would be bristling by now. Pressed against the wall opposite of Tsuna was Mukuro, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender and looking very nervous. Scattered about Mukuro's feet were the pieces of the vase that Tsuna had no doubt thrown at him.

"Now, now Tsunayoshi-kun," Mukuro said in a pleading manner. "I didn't say you were fat per se. More like you're very… voluptuous…"

"Oh, now you're coming onto me?" Tsuna scoffed. Mukuro's face morphed into a look of nervous exasperation.

"No! I'm just saying you're looking very beautiful with your pregnancy and all!"

"And I'm not beautiful any other time? I'm only beautiful when I'm pregnant?"

Mukuro smacked himself on the forehead at Tsuna's reaction and Kyouya had to fight even harder not to laugh. It was amusing to see Tsuna's bouts of hormonal mood swings targeted at someone else.

"Tsunayoshi-kun, please, you're misunderstanding me," Mukuro tried pleading once more. "Why must you be so emotional? You're acting like a pouting child!"

Ooh, that was not the right thing to say.

Tsuna's face reddened even more and when one looked closely, his caramel brown eyes flashed orange and a spark of fire appeared on his forehead. Suddenly, before anyone could blink, an intricately designed vase went flying through the air and crashed into the wall where Mukuro's head had once been (unfortunately said illusionist had the sense to duck).

"Get out before I castrate you and shove your balls so far up your ass you'll taste it!"

As Mukuro fled from the office, Kyouya vaguely thought that Tsuna's threats were quite creative when he was truly angry. Now it was time to calm down his very irked husband who was curiously smirking at him as though everything just went according to plan…

Oh.

Oh that little devil in sheep's clothing.

Sighing as he took a seat at Tsuna's desk, Kyouya had to admit that though Tsuna glowed and seemed even more beautiful when pregnant, he can also resemble a fire-breathing dragon when the wrong word was said around him. Even Reborn had taken to absconding whenever Tsuna was in one of his moods.

Ha, that was some food for thought. The most feared hitman alive, scared of a hormonal pregnant man. Either that was ironic or just plain strange.

Well, there were many bright sides to Tsuna being pregnant, aside form the whole "new addiction to the family" thing. For one, Tsuna became very mischievous because he got bored too easily and the target of his mischief was usually Mukuro (much to Kyouya's endless amusement). Another was that everyone practically walked on eggshells around him in case he was victim to his mood swings (also to Kyouya's amusement, since he was practically immune to that). And let's not forget the most important fact…

The sex could be quite intense…

"Mmn… ahhn… Kyouya…"

Fueled by the breathy sounds that came out of his spouse's mouth, Kyouya sucked on that spot on Tsuna's neck that practically made the smaller brunet melt into a puddle. Tsuna let out a particularly loud moan at a harsh suck and his knees buckled, no longer able to stand his weight through the pleasure. Fortunately Kyouya caught him before he fell and the taller man gently pushed him towards the bed. With little coaxing Tsuna sat down on the edge and he looked up when Kyouya pulled away, his eyes clouded with lust and his pupils blown until almost no brown can be seen. Smirking at his dazed lover, Kyouya stood straight and began stripping off his clothes, slowly and teasingly letting the fabric slide off of his frame inch by tantalizing inch so that Tsuna can rake his eyes over the perfection that was his body.

Soon Kyouya was only left in his boxers, the thin fabric not even trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. Tsuna's eyes instantly locked onto it and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips as if he was perusing a delicious meal. The action brought a shiver up Kyouya's spine and his cock twitched in appreciation.

Seeing the movement, Tsuna smirked slightly and he reached out to bring his husband close, his face level with Kyouya's groin. Not dawdling, Tsuna nuzzled his face into the groove where thigh met body, feeling the hot and hard length twitch against his cheek. When his husband shivered at the action, Tsuna turned his head and mouthed the erection through the black boxers, smirking when Kyouya groaned at the contact.

Getting just a bit more impatient, Tsuna backed away and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his husband's boxers before pulling them down quickly, letting them pool around his spouse's ankles. Kyouya hissed softly when the fabric brushed over his sensitized cock but it was a relief not to be confined anymore. Opening his eyes he looked down at his husband and his breath caught when he saw the wicked leer on Tsuna's face. Before Kyouya could even open his mouth to comment, Tsuna leaned forward and engulfed his cock in one go.

"Ugh! Tsu-Tsunayoshi!"

Large hands gripped brown hair tightly as Tsuna sucked on the hot length in his mouth. Over the years he had learned to control his gag reflex so that he was able to swallow nearly all of Kyouya. He let his tongue run along the underside of Kyouya's dick, tracing the veins and digging into small ridges, causing his beloved to buck into his mouth, though those pale hips were held still by slim hands. Spurred on by his husband's delicious groaning, Tsuna slowly dragged his mouth off of Kyouya's arousal until he was only sucking on the mushroom head, his teeth lightly nibbling on the skin and the tip of his tongue digging into the slit where he could taste the copious amounts of precum that dripped out of it.

Kyouya hissed out a curse at Tsuna's actions, his grip tightening in Tsuna's hair. His normally stoic face was contorted in what looked like pain but was actually intense pleasure. His skin was flushed red, quite noticeable on his pale face, and he was practically gnawing on his bottom lip, trying not to come too early. Kyouya learned a long time ago that Tsuna was very talented when it came to giving head, but by the gods, it felt like Tsuna was trying to suck out his soul through his cock at the moment.

When Tsuna felt Kyouya's hands tug insistently on his hair, a warning that he was close to losing control, he immediately backed off, licking his swollen lips in the process and letting smugness show on his face as Kyouya panted and cursed in front of him. Tsuna loved seeing his husband come undone because of two reasons; one, he rarely lost control of his composure, and two, it was Tsuna who was responsible for that lost of composure. It gave Tsuna such a rush of power, knowing that he was the one bringing pleasure and just a little torture to Kyouya's mind and body. And it was only he can do that, no one else. Just. Him.

Once Kyouya finally decided he can go on without coming, he practically lunged forward and attached his lips onto Tsuna's own rosy pair, sucking on the satin-like folds of skin that moved against his own before plunging his tongue into the scant opening it provided. For a while, the two battled with other, their lips and tongues being their weapons, and their hands and the sounds emitted from their throats being the distractions. But soon Tsuna gave in and let Kyouya map out the familiar terrain of his mouth, his body shivering as he felt that dexterous tongue rub against his palette, his teeth, his gums, his own tongue, just everywhere.

Tsuna barely even noticed when the back of his head hit the softness of his pillows, cushioning it comfortably. He was still lost in Kyouya's mouth, Kyouya's breath, Kyouya's lips and tongue, Kyouya's everything. He almost whined when his husband pulled back, though he obliged his slightly burning lungs by breathing in fresh oxygen. Though he nearly lost his breath again when he opened his eyes and saw Kyouya hovering over him.

The curtains on the windows were pulled open, allowing the moonlight to seep into the darkened room and illuminate everything inside in its ethereal light. The spouses stared at reach other, marveling at just how lucky they were to have such a man in their lives. The beauty of their significant other always made their heart flutter; the color and softness of their hair which were disheveled from their activities, their contrasting skin tones flushed pink in pleasure, eyes with pupils blown with lust, lips deliciously kiss-swollen. It was a familiar sight yet still took their breath away.

Slowly, Tsuna brought his arms up to loop them around his husband's neck. Looking Kyouya straight in the eye, Tsuna whispered, "Make love to me, Kyouya," before bringing his head up to kiss those thin lips again.

Kyouya returned the kiss, reveling in the chance to show Tsuna how much he loved him by kissing him slowly and passionately. Sometimes the two would be content with just each other's kisses, loving the feel of the other's mouth on their own, and Kyouya vaguely remembered one memorable moment where he succeeded in bringing Tsuna to orgasm by kissing alone. That feat had his ego fed for days afterwards, much to Tsuna's embarrassment.

When Tsuna moaned into his mouth, Kyouya found that it was time to get things moving. Pulling away from those delicious lips, Kyouya sat back on his hunches and gently began to undress Tsuna. He separated buttons from buttonholes, pulled down a zipper, and slid off trousers and boxers. He left Tsuna's white shirt on, turned on by the sight of Tsuna wearing only that and nothing else. Tsuna's pregnant stomach jutted out from in between the fabric, full of life and had a line of stretch marks (which Tsuna hated because they itched) that went from one side to the other. Kyouya never really understood why his husband bemoaned that he was fat or ugly in his pregnancy. To Kyouya, Tsuna was always beautiful and he practically glowed as he carried their child to term.

Snapping back to the matter at hand, Kyouya smirked at his husband (who blushed and smiled back) and then he bent to kiss the swollen stomach presented to him. Tsuna moaned lightly at the gesture and wiggled slightly, but didn't push his husband away. He knew about Kyouya's fascination with his pregnancy and though he didn't understand it, he let his spouse do what he wanted. It's not like Tsuna could've stopped him anyway.

Kyouya moved his lips from the top of Tsuna's stomach down to the waist, mouthing and dipping his tongue into the bellybutton as he passed by there. He felt the muscles jerk as Tsuna silently giggled at the tickling sensation and he smiled fondly before moving down to his goal.

Pushing Tsuna's legs up to expose the pucker of skin in between them, Kyouya swooped down suddenly to fasten his mouth over the entrance, delighting in Tsuna's shocked yelp that turned into a moan not a second later. Kyouya licked and sucked on the wrinkled skin, his body shuddering at the taste of Tsuna's most intimate part. Encourage by the sounds his lover was emitting, Kyouya pointed and tensed his tongue before pushing it into the hole, feeling smug at Tsuna's yelped out, "God, Kyouya!" He wiggled his tongue inside his lover, feeling practically gleeful at rendering his lover to producing only moans and groans of pleasure. For a moment, he wondered if he could make Tsuna come from just rimming him, but that thought was derailed when he felt a hand on his head and tugging insistently on his hair.

Pulling away and sitting up, Kyouya looked at his flushed lover, who was half-sitting, half-lying on the bed. His chest heaved as he panted and he worked his mouth, trying to say the words that he wanted to say.

"Not yet," Tsuna gasped, looking at his husband with heated eyes. "I want you inside me. Now."

If Kyouya hadn't been a man with strict control over himself (well, more or less) he would have come right there. Tsuna's tone was commanding, not asking, and it turned the raven-haired man on. There were times when Tsuna would be forceful in bed and now was definitely one of those times.

Not even waiting for an answer from his husband, Tsuna reversed their positions with surprising strength for a pregnant man. Once Kyouya was under him, he bent down to kiss the man, nibbling and sucking on those dark pink lips, effectively distracting him. While he did that, Tsuna quickly lubed up his fingers from the lubricant bottle wedged between the pillows (Kyouya was always prepared) and prepared himself. He had done that enough times to do it quickly and near easily. He would have had Kyouya do it to him, but he was too impatient for more foreplay.

Unsticking his lips from his husband's, Tsuna sat back and took a second to admire Kyouya's dazed look (it was good to see the proof that only he could reduce the normally cold man into such a state) before he shifted, straddling his spouse's hips and taking hold of the length of flesh jutting out from between black curls.

"Tsunayoshi?"

At the sound of his name, Tsuna just smirked, positioned Kyouya's cock over his hole, and then eased his weight down, pushing the throbbing flesh inside of him and causing twin moans of pleasure to escape from their mouths.

Once Tsuna adjusted to being filled, he began rocking his hips and lifting himself up and down, biting down lightly on his lower lip at the feeling of his husband's thick sex rubbing and pulsing inside of him. Beneath the mafia boss, Kyouya moaned low in his throat, bringing his hands up to Tsuna's thighs and laying them there to both steady Tsuna and lever himself as he dug his feet into the mattress and began thrusting his hips upward, meeting his husband's own movements. It was always incredible moving inside Tsuna, feeling those slick and tight walls around his sensitive cock, bringing pleasure to both himself and Tsuna. It both made him vulnerable and gave him a feeling of power over his husband.

"Uhn! Aaahh… K-Kyouya…" Tsuna moaned as, feeling the familiar girth pump in and out of him as he moved his hips, meeting Kyouya's thrusts eagerly. God, this is exactly what he needed! When he had been pregnant with Nuvola, he had been horny nearly all the time but only had his right hand to satisfy him since there was no way in hell that he was going to be unfaithful (even though at the time he and Kyouya weren't really together). And damn, sex while pregnant was so intense! He could practically feel every bump and ridge on Kyouya's cock. He squeezed his muscles around it, trying to imprint those ridges inside of him and shuddering at his husband's moan at the action.

At a particularly harsh thrust, Tsuna's back arched in pleasure and gasped, feeling his sweet spot being brushed upon. Seeing the reaction, Kyouya started to thrust his hips harder, brushing against that spot again and again, causing Tsuna to moan louder and squeeze his muscles harder in his impending orgasm. Soon two cries of pleasure rang out through the darkened room as both Kyouya and Tsuna rushed to completion, Kyouya spilling his seed inside Tsuna's slick passage and Tsuna releasing all over his husband's and his own stomach, staining their skin with white. Tsuna had to fight not to collapse on top of his spouse but it was difficult seeing as his bones felt like jelly to him.

Still reeling from his orgasm, Kyouya managed to slip out of Tsuna (shuddering as he did so) and carefully laid his panting husband down next to him, before collapsing down on a pillow himself. The two laid there for a few moments, slowly coming down from their pleasurable high, before Tsuna found the strength to sit up, remove his sweaty shirt which he used to clean up his and Kyouya's sperm, then pulled the blankets over the two of them and laying back down, cuddling into Kyouya's arms.

"Hmm," he hummed, nuzzling his face into his husband's neck. "That was good."

"Only good?" Kyouya smirked, nuzzling his own face into Tsuna's sweaty hair.

"Fine, it was fantastic," Tsuna huffed and rolled his eyes slightly, but smiled nonetheless. Trust his husband to need an ego boost after fantastic sex.

Kyouya shifted in his seat with a scowl, not happy that the result of his reminiscing left a slight problem in between his legs. Granted it wasn't the first time something like that happened, but it somewhat irked the Cloud guardian that those kinds of memories brought such reactions to his anatomy. Yes he knew it was a perfectly normal reaction, but it still irked him.

Yet the memories were delicious to relive. Even the thought of Tsuna's sinful body brought shivers up Kyouya's spine. And even though they were middle-aged now, their sex drive hasn't yet diminished nor have their bodies turned flabby as many men their ages did. It helped that their job mostly required a fit body and state of mind. Also, Reborn never let Tsuna and the Guardians slack off. He was the sadistic Spartan home tutor after all and he took his job seriously.

Pulling his thoughts away from sadistic tutors and relaxing back in the chair, Kyouya closed his eyes and sank into another memory of a pregnant Tsuna…

Emerging from his satisfying shower, Kyouya walked into the bedroom to hear giggling and his sight fell upon his daughter and heavily pregnant husband snuggled up on the bed. Nuvola's head was on Tsuna's eight month swollen belly and she was giggling every once in a while. Tsuna was looking down at her with affection and running his hand through her unbound hair. The scene made Kyouya's heart throb with love, but he kept his face impassive as he approached the bed and sat down on the edge just right beside Tsuna's legs.

"And what seems to have amused you, Nuvola?" Kyouya asked his daughter, smirking when Nuvola grinned up at him. She was already losing her teeth and her two front teeth were gone already, leaving a gaping hole in her mouth.

"Little brother's kicking me in the face," Nuvola giggled. "Mama said it means he knows I'm there."

Kyouya's smirk grew at his daughter's term of endearment towards her birth father. It greatly embarrassed Tsuna that he was called Mama by his daughter, but he let it be with the goal of having a future talk with their child about gender differences.

"What makes you think it's going to be boy?" Kyouya asked her, placing his own hand on Tsuna's stomach and feeling a fluttering against his palm that made his heart jump in excitement.

"Because I asked Mama," Nuvola said promptly, even nodding surely, and Kyouya bit back a laugh.

"Why don't you want a little sister?" Tsuna asked this time, smiling fondly down at his daughter.

A look of disdain appeared on Nuvola's face and Tsuna vaguely thought that once she's older, she'll have the expression quite identical to her father's. "A little sister will be annoying. If I have a little sister she will take my toys or my clothes and when we grow up she will take my clothes and make up without asking and won't give them back. If I have a little brother he'll have his own things and not take mine."

Tsuna and Kyouya managed to exchange glances before snickering at their daughter's words. Ah, the mind of a child.

"Are you sleeping?"

Blue-grey eyes snapped open and fell upon Tsuna's figure at the threshold of the office. He was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt and was leaning against the doorway, a rather amused expression on his face. When Kyouya raised an eyebrow in question, the mafia boss pushed away from the door and strolled up to the desk, barely a limp in his step. Over the years, Tsuna had grown more adept in hiding any injuries and weakness, which was fortunate and unfortunate; fortunate for any meetings with other bosses who would always keep and eye out for any weakness and unfortunate because Kyouya couldn't smirk over a limping Tsuna any more.

"You had your eyes closed, so I thought you were sleeping," Tsuna said as he walked around his big desk and perched himself on the top, right in front of Kyouya.

"I wasn't sleeping," Kyouya replied, bringing the chair closer to the desk and placing his hands on Tsuna's hips. "I was just reminiscing."

Tsuna canted his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. "Reminiscing? About what?"

Laying his head into his husband's lap, Kyouya answered, "About the past. About our family."

Tsuna chuckled and carded his hand through Kyouya's still very soft hair. The other man hummed in appreciation. "Who knew that the Kyouya Hibari would be such a sap when it comes to his family?" Tsuna then let out a loud squawk of indignation when he felt a harsh pinch at his side.

"It's Sawada-Hibari," Kyouya said smoothly. "And if you tell anyone about this I'll bite you to death."

"Of course," Tsuna replied with an amused smile. He knew when to keep his husband's secrets. After all, just because he married the guy didn't mean he was exempted from being bitten to death, though the meaning changed slightly over the years. "You know… I thought the Cloud Guardian wasn't bound by anything…"

A moment passed before Kyouya lifted his head from Tsuna's lap. Brown eyes met blue-grey and amusement shone in both. They had had this conversation before, many times even, and their words were always the same. Why they kept on repeating the conversation was a mystery to others, but to them it was a confirmation. Tsuna said his words with a silent question behind them and Kyouya said his to reassure because underneath all that love and trust and years of devotion, there was still the hint of insecurity and maybe a tiny niggling of doubt. It was unavoidable really and perhaps a little serious, but the two always treated their hidden exchange of comforting words as an inside joke.

"The cloud isn't bound by anything," Kyouya agreed, reaching up with his right hand to cup Tsuna's cheek. Laugh lines traced the outside of his husband's mouth, a testament to a happy life filled with laughter, a stark contrast to the creases on the Mafioso's forehead that were the result of many days and nights of worry and stress. "But even a cloud can not live without its sky." Here Kyouya smirked. "Besides, since a cloud can do whatever it wants, when it wants, then it stands to reason that it can choose who or what it wants to be bound to."

Tsuna let out a soft laugh, a sound that reminded Kyouya of glass chimes tinkling in the breeze. "I suppose that's true. You have bound yourself to Namimori after all."

"And I have bound myself to you," Kyouya said, reaching out with his unoccupied left hand to grasp Tsuna's own left hand. Their gold wedding rings clinked together lightly. "As well as our children, of course."

"Sure, can't forget about them."

The two shared light laughter (it still amazed Tsuna that Kyouya could laugh) and they leaned their faces close for a kiss, their lips pressing lightly against each other, affection and love flowing through their veins.

They were the Cloud and the Sky, eternally bound together. And they wouldn't ask for anything else.

A/N: So, how ya' like them apples? LOL That last scene was full of sap and romance and OMG I made Kyouya so lovey-dovey! It helps to think that he only acts that way around Tsuna and maybe his kids (though I doubt Nuvola and Cielo would keep their mouths shut about their father's sappiness). Um… yeah, I also hope you liked the smut. And with a pregnant Tsuna too. I never thought I'd write something like that before… well, first time for everything! I also noticed that there weren't any flashbacks with baby Cielo… oops? Uhhh… I'll make it up to you? Maybe… shounen-ai between Cielo and Alma? XDDD

Oh, if anyone wants to read the original sequel, head on over to http : / / emotivegothika. tumblr. com/post/ 21506547788/ beautifulsequel to check it out! It's unfinished, but I like it anyway. XP

*Hives – It was stated in the manga, just right after the Pride battles against the Shimon, that Kyouya had to be admitted into the hospital because he got hives from crowding around too much. I laughed so hard when I read that. It's just too damn hilarious to imagine him with hives all over his face. XDDD

*3-month-old Nuvola – I wanted to talk about her hair because it's based on my family genetics. You see, on my mother's side of the family, most of the girls born had hair that stuck up from their head and it stayed that way until it grew long enough to lie flat. I remember some of my cousins having it and I know I had it because of my baby pictures, though I'm not sure about the other females in my family. My mom said that it runs in the family and that when a baby has hair like that, it means s/he is going to be very kind and respectful. Gotta love family myths huh? X3

*Mama – Yup, Tsuna was called Mama by both Nuvola and Cielo when they were kids. They still do so occasionally when they want to tease him or when they're in a highly emotional state. Cute ain't it?

*Mukuro – I seem to like to place the poor illusionist in difficult situations, a pregnant, hormonal, and conniving Tsuna being one. I can't wait to write what happens when he faces Nuvola and Cielo… *evil laugh* (Mukuro: *gulps* Have mercy?)

*Little Brother – What Nuvola said about having a little brother was actually taken from me, though not word for word (of course I wouldn't remember things I've said when I was five!). When my mom was pregnant, I distinctly remember asking for a little brother because of the same reasons stated by Nuvola. Though I have no regrets (my brother, no matter how much of an annoying pain in the ass he is, is the best gift I ever had) I still find myself sad that I don't have a little sister to corrupt- I mean grow into my image. XD

Give me an R! Give me an E! Give me a V-I-E-W! Put it together and what does it spell? REVIEW! XDDD