"Takeru, give me back my music sheets!" the normally calm idol chased after his ten-year-old son. His son stuck his tongue out before deftly turning another corner, his socks allowing him maximum dexterity in the wooden hallways.

Haruka escorted her student out of their home, having just completed the piano lesson, only to have her son grab her waist and hide behind her small frame. "Takeru? What's wrong? And why do you have dad'smusic?"

"I thought they belonged to you, mom," he replied innocently, fluttering his big cobalt eyes. "And I thought dad was trying to steal 'em."

Tokiya burst on the scene, breathing heavily and arm outstretched. "Give. Me. The. Music."

Haruka laughed and politely passed the music sheets of her composition to her panting husband. "Mou, Takeru, you're so mean to Tokiya."

"Not-uh. I like him just as much as you, mom," he pecked his mom's cheeks before un-subtly muttering under his breath, "Kind of." Tokiya, planning to call his son out on his mutterings, was interrupted by the harsh wail of a child. Quickly, the cry was joined by another and the two sounds weaved together in an ear-wrenching cacophony.

"And they had been sleeping so well, too," sighed Haruka, looking mournfully up the steps.

Eager to take the chance and steal his mother's affection and attention, Takeru gave his mom a thumbs-up. "I'll bring them downstairs for you!"

"How sweet!" Haruka ruffled her son's russet hair fondly, "My knight in shining armor." Takeru grinned broadly and scurried up the steps to fetch his baby brother and sister.

Tokiya dropped his head on his wife's shoulder. "He's trying to steal you away from me."

"Oh, that's not true," Haruka's shoulders shook lightly from contained laughter. "He just loves his mom, that's all."

Tokiya looked up and pressed a kiss close to Haruka's lips. "He does take after me, I suppose. We're both completely infatuated with you."

He moved closer, planning on hitting her soft lips this time, when Takeru popped up in between the pair, balancing a baby in each arm. Tokiya gave Haruka an exasperated look, as if to say, 'See?!'. Haruka shook her head and scooped up the child from Takeru's small arm as Tokiya did the same with the other. "Thank you so much, Takeru! You're a very good boy."

His delight was palpable, his smile seeming to glow from his mother's praise. "Thanks, mom! You're gonna really like the present I got you for mother's day, tomorrow. It's the best thing I've ever made, ever."

"You know I love the things you make," she smiled gently patting his head. "I'm going to go start making dinner. Tokiya, will you take Hiro?"

"I can take care of Hiro, mom!" Takeru bolted in front of his father and held his arms out for his little brother. "Dad already has Asami, anyway."

"Okay," Haruka pressed her hand to her lips to hide her smile; her Takeru really did not want to be one-upped by her husband. She gently passed the infant to her son and made her way to the kitchen when Takeru stuck his tongue out at Tokiya, for the second time that day.

"Takeru, this is truly becoming absurd," Tokiya shifted Asami to rest on his hip, trying to pull her chubby fingers off his hair. "Why do you insist on behaving so difficult with me?"

"You're absurd!" Takeru shot back, his ten-year-old mind confident in the come-back's effectiveness. He felt positive his father would be crushed from being called absurd. "Hiro and I are going to go play now, and no girls or dads are allowed!" he set Hiro on the floor, and the two walked and crawled away to the play room.

Asami's face scrunched up into an undeveloped glare, looking like the before image of her father's glower. Tokiya laughed, genuinely pleased by his daughter's budding spunk. "Don't worry Asami, Takeru didn't take Hiro away from you. Now let's go work on mommy's present."

"Good morning, Mom/Haruka," Tokiya and Takeru chorused, having issued a temporary truce thirty minutes prior. Hiro and Asami were unleashed and they immediately started climbing over their mother's face and body, making her giggle as she opened her eyes. "Happy mother's day!" Tokiya gently moved the twins off of her and replaced them with a tray of breakfast; half of it was meticulously put together and the other half looked sloppily made, but everything was garnished with a heart.

"Wow everybody, thank you!" she moved the tray and gathered everybody in her small arms, giving them a big hug. She smiled, getting the best present of her son and husband getting along for the first time in what felt like years. "And my two men aren't fighting, this is the best mother's day ever!"

"Takeru agreed to not hate me for a day," Tokiya, in a rare display of comedic humor, joked, rolling his eyes.

Takeru immediately turned away from Haruka to face Tokiya, his eyes wide. "I don't hate you, Dad. I love you, and Hiro, and even Asami! But I love mom the most. But because I love mom, I can't let you kiss her! Because we're enemies! Something like only I can kiss her," his eyebrows scrunched together as he muttered to himself. "Uncle Ren might've said love rivals or something."

Tokiya wanted to scream. The months of grief he suffered at his son's hand were almost all due to that stupid, arrogant, dolt of a playboy! Haruka sensed Tokiya was on the verge of a breakdown and placed her hand delicately on the side of his face. "Isn't that a relief? Takeru, why don't you give your dad a hug and go grab that present you were telling me about?"

Takeru grumbled but gave his dad a brief hug before scrambling off to retrieve his gift. Tokiya growled, ignoring the twins and slammed his lips to Haruka's. She gave a small sound of surprise before relaxing and wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled away, breathing heavily, angrily. "When do I start plotting revenge against Ren?"

"Oh, calm down, you," she kissed his cheek as Takeru ran into the room. He stopped in his tracks, horror and shock flashing across his face. Then he immediately did what Uncle Ren told him he should do if this issue ever arised. He was told that if he ever caught his dad kissing his mom, he should wait for revenge. Uncle Ren said that he should wait for Uncle Natsuki to come over, and then ask him to cook. Takeru wasn't sure why he was to do this, but of course he would do it anyway. Get ready, Dad.

THAT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE. I saw this picture online of Tokiya, Haruka, and a little boy with his arms wrapped around Haruka with a very envious expression, and I was like, "Mini-Tokiya is so accurately portrayed here." Happy I finished, thanks for everybody who reviewed and followed after the first chapter, I really appreciate it! Any suggestions on who to do next? See you guys next chapter!