Here's the second chapter! :D

When the bots got back from the doctor's, Saitama immediately sent Genos to the supermarket to get some arbitrary items so he could talk to their sons in private. They all sat in order, teeny tiny legs tucked under their bodies in a neat seiza, as their father figure lectured them.

"So! You're all probably wondering why I've sent mama out, and gathered you all here." The bald man was pacing, almost like an army general, in front of the bots. "Well... it's recently come to my attention that your dear, sweet mother... is sad."

Tiny gasps and 'oh nos' and 'not mamas' were heard. Number Six, who had a penchant for being overdramatic and sensitive, began to cry. The brothers on either side of him gently hugged him and stroked his hair.

"Hey, Roku! It's okay. It's okay, don't worry. I know how to fix it."

"How?" piped up Number Four, holding up his little pointer finger, flame ablaze. "We don't want mama to be sad... he's so nice! And warm!"

A chorus of 'yeahs!' followed. Seemed like they were all in agreement. Saitama grinned.

"I've got a few ideas. Come on, now! Get up, let's hurry! Yon, put away your finger guns, we don't need any fire!"

Excited chattering came next, as the bots stood up and started to skitter around. Number One, the group's appointed leader, tugged on Saitama's pants. "Daddy? Why is mama sad?"

Shit. What was he gonna tell the little guy? Smiling, he patted his head, leaning down a bit so he could meet black and amber eyes better. So much like Genos'...

"Don't worry about it. We'll make him feel better, okay? It'll be fine."

Seemingly satisfied, the tiny thing rushed off to meet his brothers, talking loudly about how they were going to make their mama happy again.

Once Genos got home later (it had taken a while, as Saitama sent him to City D, of all places), he opened the door and was greeted with the smell of something delicious- shrimp stir-fry? And was that cake?- as well as eight tiny voices calling his title.

"Mama's home!"

"Welcome home, mama!"

"Hi, mama!"

"I love you, mama!"

The cyborg smiled, even letting a laugh bubble up from his throat. Soon, the groceries were being pried from his hands by Saitama, who pressed a kiss to his welcoming mouth. "Welcome home, mama. I'll take care of these- give your boys some love."

Sighing softly, Genos nodded, kneeling down. Miliseconds later, eight little sets of arms were around him, nearly knocking him over.

"Hey," he breathed, kissing messy heads of blonde hair, who cheered, asking for more kisses and tighter hugs. "You guys..."

"We made you a card, mama! A card!" the sixth bot said- he'd insisted on being the one to give it to the cyborg. Going to the kitchen where it was safely stored, he grabbed it and rushed back, presenting it like it was the greatest thing ever.

And, to Genos, it was.

The card had a rather crude, adorable drawing of he and Saitama holding hands in the center, with all eight minis surrounding them. It said "WE LOVE YOU MAMA!" in a child's handwriting. When he opened it, the message inside (written in Saitama's handwriting) read,

Mama,

We love you so much! You are smart and good and cool and pretty and nice and we couldn't imagine a world without you! Thank you for being the best mama EVER!

Love,

And underneath, each had signed their names in different colored crayon. Saitama even signed it, with a cute doodle of an egg with his face on it next to it. Some of the kids had put hearts next to their names, some putting smiley faces or little flames.

It was... the cutest thing Genos had ever seen, ever. Grinning from ear to ear, he clutched the card to his chest, breathing in and out evenly to prevent crying.

"Thank you so much... I love you all." He embraced the tiny ones again, small chirps of 'love yous!' echoing in the apartment.

"We made you your favorite meal, too!" cried Number Two excitedly. "Shrimp stir-fry, and a chocolate cake! Let's eat! Eat!"

Genos felt himself being tugged upward toward the table, which was larger now to accomodate for ten plates, and he couldn't complain. Glancing toward the kitchen where Saitama was finishing dinner preparations, he smiled, earning a smile back and a wink from the bald hero.

God, he loved his family so much.