SailorStar9: With Chapter 12 uploaded, this is Chapter 13 of this fic. Sorry for the wait, everyone, I'm having writer's block on this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, is it too hard for you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts?

Pairings: Furuya Rei/Mizuno Ami

Disclaimers: I own absolutely nothing, except this plot and pairing.

Chapter 13: The Perils of Fatherhood, or Answering Questions A Six-Year-Old Shouldn't Be Asking

Two weeks after...

"Tou-san...?" Fumio yawned, awakening to find his father by his bedside. "Did you stay last night?"

"Yeah." Amuro nodded. "Now, get up. Your mother's preparing breakfast."

"Kay." Fumio replied and got off his bed.

Amuro looked on as his son proceeded to make his bed, the older man recalling the conversation he had with Ami the previous night.

Flashback

"Here, kaa-san." Fumio handed his empty rice bowl to his mother.

"Thank you." Ami took the bowl from her son who then ran off to the living room to continue his game on his PSP.

"Do you need help?" Amuro asked, raising from his seat.

"Just clean out the rice cooker." Ami instructed. "I'm blaming you if our son cracks any 'Is the food loading' jokes, you know that, right Tooru?" she asked her partner who was cleaning out the cooker's inner bowl.

"And why's that?" Amuro asked amusedly.

"You bought him a PSP for his birthday." Ami deathpanned. "He just turned six, Tooru!"

"A PSP is always better than TV game cartridges." Amuro defended. "Besides," he grinned. "It's the father's job to cultivate the son's gaming habits." setting the clean inner bowl on the counter, he added. "I know I haven't been part of either your or Fumio-kun's lives for the last seven years; at the very least, let me make it up to the two of you."

"It's getting late." Ami stated, glancing at the wall clock after the two parents tucked their son into bed. "I think it'll be best if you stayed over tonight."

"Would it be alright?" Amuro wondered.

"It'll be fine." Ami assured. "Oh yeah." she started. "I owe you seven years of Valentine Days chocolate, don't I?"

"Ami, you don't have to..." Amuro tried to protest, following her to the kitchen.

"Ah!" Ami chirped, pulling out the unopened chocolate box from the refrigerator. "Found it. The guys back in America got this as a farewell gift, but you know me. I'm never a chocolate fan myself." untying the pale green ribbon from the chocolate box, she took out a bourbon chocolate ball and bit into half of it before feeding the other half to the puzzled Amuro.

The blonde man chewed slowly at the confectionery, savoring the namesake of his code-name as he swallowed the chocolate. Could it be... he frowned. "How much do you know?" he hissed at his lover.

"Enough." Ami replied. "More than enough in fact; Edogawa-kun had been very forthcoming. Just how long do you intend to keep something as big as this from me?" she demanded. "Don't I, at the very least, deserve to know just what you're getting yourself into? I..."

"I'm sorry." Amuro whispered, pulling her into a hug. "I thought I would be protecting you if I kept you away. But instead, you're hurting because of my silence."

"I'll be fine." Ami assured. "Just... try not to take unnecessary risks."

"Right." Amuro nodded and sealed the promise with a kiss.

Later after school...

"Ne tou-san." Fumio looked up from the counter of Cafe Poirot over to his father who was working.

"What is it, Fumio-kun?" Amuro asked.

"Since your eyes are blue, does that mean you see everything in blue?" the first-grader inquired.

"Your eyes are also blue, Fumio-kun." Amuro leaned over the counter top. "Do you see everything in blue?"

Fumio thought for a while and nodded before turning back to his homework.

"I can tell he's definitely your son, Amuro-san." Azusa whispered to her co-worker.

"For a six-year-old to be asking such an abstract question, I dare not think what other questions he'll be asking when he's older." Amuro admitted.

Later in the afternoon in the supermarket...

"Tou-san," Fumio voiced from the child seat of the shopping cart and seeing Amuro retrieve a pack of ham slices from the freezer compartment. "What is ham made out of?"

Amuro blinked and placed the pack into the cart. "From a pig."

"It's a pig?" Fumio tilted his head.

"It's a slice of dead pig." Amuro clarified.

"You kill the pig?" Fumio echoed. "And slice it up?"

"Not me, per say." Amuro replied, trying his best to explain in words that a six-year-old would understand. "There are factories that do that."

"So ham is a dead pig?" Fumio asked.

"That's right." Amuro nodded.

"Can I have some?" Fumio inquired.

Amuro fought back a grin, "Tell you what, when we get back, I'll make the sandwiches I used to make when I was dating your mother."

Later that evening...

"Do you know our son asks the most thought-provoking questions?" Amuro asked Ami after dinner.

"Already experienced that, did you?" Ami teased, clearing the plates. "Did you know that he already asked the 'Where do babies come from' question last year?"

"Now, did he?" Amuro was intrigued. "How did you answer him?"

"By being as frank as possible." Ami grinned. "I simply gave him the clinical version of the 'Birds and Bees' talk. Well, now he knows what a tampon is for and stopped asking. Just wait for the planetarium school trip." her grin widened. "He'll be asking questions like 'Why is the sun a circle and not a triangle?' or 'Why is the sun a big ball of fire?'"

SailorStar9: Any OOC-ness is regretted. *Sighs* Don't you just hate plot bunnies sometimes? Read and review.