This one is more drabble-ish, but I really didn't feel like expanding upon it any more. Just consider this a tide-over for the next entry. Might revisit this one later, though.
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Maryiana scurried around the apartment, anxiously waiting for her father to come home from work. "How much longer, Mommy?" Maryiana asked.
Moka glanced at the clock. "Any minute now." She answered. Moka turned and double-checked that the kitchen table had been appropriately decorated with presents, streamers, and cake to celebrate Tsukune's birthday. It was the 30th of his life, his 15th with Moka, and each one was just as memorable as the one before that. So many important events had occurred on or around either Moka or Tsukune's birthday. Their first kiss ("I know that it's not much of a present, Tsukune, but…"), the night they got engaged (she had almost eaten the ring that he had hidden in her piece of cake), heck, even the night Moka found out that she was pregnant (certainly an unexpected gift). And as Tsukune opened the door to their apartment, and Maryiana leaped into his arms, Moka decided that this one was going to be memorable, too.