After dancing around for about ten minutes, Masato set the children at a table so he could prepare their meal for them.

   What would be the meal of choice? Masato was thinking something with chicken, perhaps a rich in protein meal.

   But then he remembered, he's cooking for children; what would Ren make for some children? Masato thought to himself, swaying left and right.

   "Mama?" Otoya spoke up, noticing the troubled look on Masatos face. Mostly shown because Masatos eyebrows were furrowed.

   "Yeah Otoya? Sorry I'm just trying to figure out what I want to make for you all." He answered, flipping through a book while grabbing bowls, spoons, measuring cups etc.

"Hayato said he likes pancakes for breakfast." Otoya passed on the message, "The agency that took us in fed us different things every morning, but if we were good, they would give us pancakes."

"Pancakes, I can do that." Masato cracked a smile, relieved that childrens taste buds were not as advanced as he estimated.

Excited screaming came from the outside of the common rooms kitchen. Otoya and Masato quickly moved their attention to the screaming.

"What in the world-" when Masato stepped out the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to see his orange headed significant other teasing the twins at the table.

"Look who's awake." Masato chuckled quietly, leaning against the doorframe.

   "I figured you'd be here, nobody woke me up." Ren was still lightly tickling Hayato.

"STOP! LET ME GO!" Hayato screeched, pulling at Rens hands. Ren only laughed at the response and continued tickling Hayato.

   Masato smiled to himself.

   "I'm making the boys pancakes Ren." Masato called while heading back into the kitchen.

   "Am I included?!" Ren asked, letting Hayato go from his ticklish grasp. He swung to the door way of the kitchen.

   Masato grabbed Rens chin and smiled gently.

   "No." He answered, then proceeded to prepare the little boys meals.

   "WHY NOT?"

   "Cant you cook on your own?"

"But what about a breakfast made full of love?" Ren hummed, waltzing his way into the kitchen behind Masato.

"I'm sure the love for yourself will shine through your self cooked meal." Masato continued, one hand on his hip with the other shuffling the pan with pancake batter in it.

He giggled, "I'll make one for you, I was only teasing you."

Rens face lit up.

   Hayato ran to the kitchen behind Ren, grabbed at his pants leg, an attempt to get Ren back for tickling him earlier.

   "Hey! You can't attack me while talking to Mommy!" Ren picked up Hayato and tickled him on his way into his arms.

   Hayato squealed and giggled. He felt his face burn, his lips curved into a smile and stayed there.

   Masato watched from the kitchen, smiling and shaking his head.

    "Good grief."