A/N: A bit of a look into the future, after the war is over and Adam and Sio have their own family now. I debated about putting it into its own story, but...since it's so short, I thought it'd be best to fit it into this collection.

Some mature mentions, but not explicit.


"Mum! Mum! Happy Mother's Day! Haha no hi omedetou gozaimasu!" The holiday is being celebrated in 2 different languages, though that is the norm around their household–half English, half Japanese. She and Adam speak both languages about equally at this point anyway, so it's no surprise that their children would pick it up, as well.

She takes a break from watering the geraniums in the garden and quietly tucks down to her son's level, if only because she likes being eye-to-eye with her own children. His eyes, bright and shining green, are an exact mirror of his father's–only his messy hair is a warm honey-brown, like hers.

"Hai? Oh, how lovely…" There is a smile beginning to spread across her face, just like the warmth that spreads through her body as he slowly places the crown of flowers over her head, their sweet scent perfuming her hair as well as her clothes. "Thank you, love; these are beautiful! Did you make it?"

He nods shyly, reminiscent of her when she was a child, all shy and awkward. "Uh huh…tou-san helped me…"

"I see. Well, thank you very much…" She touches the wreath briefly, before beckoning the child into her embrace. "Oh, I love you so much…"

"I love you too mum…you're the best mum in the whole world!"

She chuckles slightly at that comment. "Well, I should hope so. Is your father with your sister?"

He nods. "Yup. I think he's trying to teach her how to make a flower wreath too, but…" He shrugs as if to say, 'it's not going so well.'

"Sou ka. Well, he is determined, I will give him that…" Then again, their daughter is barely 3, she would be amazed if Adam could get her to sit still for even 5 minutes.

Just as her son is helping her clean up the watering cans, he comes out, holding a second wreath and with a slightly exasperated look on his face. "Oh, Sio…there you are love. Thought you were inside…"

"Nope, it's such a nice day today, I wanted some sunshine…"

He smiles, and even his eyes, usually downturned to begin with, seem to rise a little. "Uh, I think we will just call this a 'joint project' between us…" An eyebrow raises as their daughter, wearing a brand-new sun dress that is a gift from her grandparents, comes tearing through the doorway between his legs.

"Happymummysday mum! Mum mum, I made it!" All excited and stumbling over her words almost as often as her own two feet, Sio lets her little girl place yet another wreath over her head, nevermind the few petals that are drifting onto the ground. "Is it good?"

She nods very seriously. Their daughter reminds Sio of when she was young, always taking things so literally and somehow innocently unaware of anything outside her own circle. "Of course, it's beautiful! You did a good job, love."

"Yay!"

Then the two rush off into the garden, chasing butterflies and the occasional bird–but just for fun, they say. Sighing, she gently adjusts both wreaths so they're somewhat centered on her head, before being pulled into her husband's embrace.

"…They're growing up fast."

He nods. "Oh yeh; don't have to tell me twice. I still feel like I have to be chasin' after 'em with a towel in one hand, and a teddy bear in the other…" There's a light kiss on her neck and she jabs him slightly with her elbow, with a murmured 'not here, the kids are around,' and he just chuckles quietly and plants another kiss, this on right on her bare shoulder.

"Adam, I'm warning you…"

"All right all right, I know…" To her surprise, he picks her up princess-style, despite her protests. "Should we head back inside?"

"Mum? Can we stay outside a little longer?" She blinks and suddenly their children are there, looking only a bit more disheveled than earlier. "I promise we'll be good…"

"Just don't wander out to the font. And when you two come in, make sure to close the door, yeh?" Their father answers for her, and they nod very seriously. "Your mum and I are…going to take a…nap…so why don't you two play downstairs for bit? You can even watch the telly," he adds, knowing that both children love to catch whatever cartoons are showing these days.

They nod gleefully, for a chance to sit in the den–with the telly–unsupervised? "Okay! We'll be good, I swear!"

"You are, I know." He ruffles their heads, one after the other, before carrying her back into the cool interior of the house while the two go back tearing through the yard, pretending to be explorers or some other adventure.

"'Take a nap?' That was the best you could come up with?" She teases him slightly as he sets her down onto the freshly-changed sheets, the scent of flowers adding their perfume to the room.

"Hey now, I didn't hear you come up with anything else," he shoots back, a rather mischievous grin curving up the side of his face. "At least we don't have to worry about locking the door now…"

"Mmm…" She bites her lips, and wonders if they should take that risk. So far, they've been lucky…but there have also been a few close calls, as well.

But there's not much time to think, not after she feels his lips descend upon hers, warm hands slowly crawling up her torso underneath her dress and she sighs, trying to hold her voice back because the window opens straight into the yard below, and because even after all this time, she still has a penchant for being rather loud.

"Mmmnnn…A-Adam…"

"Shh love, can't be too loud, now…"

"I-I know…b, but, I, can't help it…ah!" How is it that even after all this time, and being married (with two children to boot), still each time they make love it still feels just as new and passionate as when they first met? Perhaps that's what it means to truly love someone, she thinks, to never tire of the complex or simple things they do with each other.

Her dress is hitched all the way up to her chest, legs wrapped tightly around her husband's waist as she claws his shirt up, to feel his skin against her skin. A jolt of pleasure shoots through her spine and her leg twitches on instinct, and she feels and hears the sound of fabric ripping as her knickers tear in two.

"A-Adam! My underwear…I told you, you should have…t-taken them, off…"

"Sorry, I'll buy you a new pair…after, this…" His eyes are almost closed as he touches their foreheads together, both them about to reach their peak. "Oh, Sio…I love you so much…"

"A-Aishiteru, Adam…"

Despite the fact that their window is open, and that their children have sharp ears, she can't help but give a sharp cry as they climax together, muffling the rest of her moans against Adam's shoulder as she quivers with little shakes all over, envious of his ability to keep quiet and come with nothing more than some heavy breathing and heated sighs.

It seems almost too good to be true, lying there on crumpled sheets, letting the spring breeze cool her sweaty skin as she and Adam catch their breaths, cuddling as he wraps her up in his arms. To think that only a few years ago, they were still caught up in a battle between aliens and humanity–how far away it all seems now, in the quietness of their own home, with their own family.

Knock knock. "Kaa-san? Tou-san?" Her eyes are almost closed until the sharp knock resounds throughout the room, and instantly she sits up, hurriedly pulling her dress down so it gives some semblance of decency, while Adam scrambles to find his shirt.

"H-hai? What's wrong, loves?" The door opens and she sees two sets of eyes peer worriedly. "What is it?"

"Did…were you having a bad dream, mum? We heard you…crying…"

They're so innocent and caring, with only the purest intentions in their heart; yet at the moment, Sio is trying her best to not panic, while she can hear Adam trying not to snicker behind her.

"O-Oh…I, it's all right. I didn't have a bad dream…it was, an…interesting dream. Don't worry about me, I'm fine now." Maybe it's a good thing her kids are the type to just accept things, rather than questioning everything–unlike Jess and Mirza's son, from what she's heard so far.

They nod slowly, as if not quite believing. "Oh, okay…"

"Don't worry squirt, I'll protect your mum." Adam comes sidling up behind her, somehow looking perfectly put together and neat, as if their little 'session' five minutes prior had never occurred. "Anywho, you and your sister get your stuff, 'cause we're going shopping. And then dinner."

"We are?" She stares at him confusedly while the two go grab their socks and shoes.

He winks as he helps her out of her mussed dress, before casually grabbing her torn panties and tossing them into the rubbish bin. "I did promise I'd buy you a new one…and then dinner, of course. It is Mother's Day, after all."

"Wow, such a gentleman…but maybe next time, you should just listen to me and we wouldn't have this issue in the first place, hmm?" Her fingertips graze the bottom of his chin just a touch, before he grabs them and places a kiss on each digit. "Adam…"

"I love you, Sio. Always have, always will."

Her mind goes blank, because no matter what, somehow he can still catch her off-guard like this; be it with simple words or actions, just as he'd caught her off guard the first time they kissed all those years ago. So she simply smiles, and nods, and then they're off with the kids and she is content, happy, with her own family now.