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"Is that my shirt?" Shodo looked up from his phone as his sister stepped into the living room. Uki shook her head and dropped down onto the couch next to him. "Nope, it's my shirt." "Oh, really?" Shodo raised an unimpressed brow. "Because it goes down to your knees." "Well," she shot him a grin. "It's my shirt now."

Crosshatch and Rican were conversing quietly in the kitchen when Uki tumbled through the door. Both startled at the sudden sound as she excited started talking. "Me and Shodo were outside and we found this kitten and she's really small and cute and fluffy. Can we keep her? Please, please, please, please, please can we keep her?" The child was bouncing in place, a pleading look on her face. Smiles crossed both their faces at the sound of thier daughter's excitement. Cross hummed. "I don't know, do we really need another pet?" Uki's face started to fall when her other father made a sound of agreement. "We already have Lew and Mikka running a

Rican sat curled up on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders. Perking up as Crosshatch sat down on the other side, he leaned over to wrap the blanket and his arms around the other's shoulders. "You're back! I missed you!" Cross was smiling, but the crease between his brows showed his confusion. "I was only gone for 20 minutes?" Rican hummed. "I still missed you." The other man chuckled, pressing a kiss to Rican's forehead. "You're ridiculous." The ensuing pout was obvious in Rican's voice. "Aw, now you missed." Cross's questioning hum cut off as the other brought their lips together.

The evening was peaceful. The children were in bed, the lights in the living room dimmed, and the soft notes of a piano piece drifted from the stereo. Cross and Rican relaxed on the couch, Rican pressed comfortably to the other's side, and Cross brushing small circle's on Rican's knee with his thumb. "Hey, Rican?" The question was spoken softly, barely breaking the quiet around them. The answering hum was just as quiet. Cross moved his hand from Rican's knee to take the other's hand. Shifting to pull a small box from his pocket, he pressed the velvet box into Rican's hand. He waited for the soft click of the box opening and Rican's soft gasp