Forced Manipulation

Chapter Fifty-Five

(Ten hours later)

"Ah, finally, we're home," Mianota sighed as she opened the door. "And we beat the storm, too!"

"Hehe!" Mitsuki laughed as she entered the house, seeing her husband sitting on the couch. His head was resting against the wall as if he was sleeping. "Jason, we're home!"

Jason opened one of his eyes and gave the ash-blonde a grin. He sat up and opened his arms for Mitsuki, beckoning for his wife to come to him. Mitsuki's smile only seemed to grow wider at the offer, before she practically jumped into her husband's arms.

"Hello, love," Jason cooed as he wrapped around Mitsuki's waist. "How was your trip?"

"Oh, it was amazing!" Mitsuki exclaimed. "Mianota took us on this tour of the Golden Gate Bridge, then we went hiking in the Redwood forest! The trees were so big, I never thought that they could be that big!"

"Heh, well, I'm glad you had fun."

"Where is Natsumiki?" Mianota asked as she looked around. "He should be up by now! You better not have let him sleep in for this long, he'll never have a normal sleep schedule!"

"Relax!" Jason snapped back. "He's been up in his room, if you want to go check, you can! God, you're such a controlling asshole!"

"Oh, fuck you!" Mianota snarled.

"Again, can you guys not fight?!" Doug interjected. "We just had a fun day out in the city, let's not end the day with an argument!"

"Fine, fine," Mianota grumbled, before making her way to the stairs. "NATSUMIKI! Come down here! You better not be sleeping!"

"Ugh... C-Coming..." Natsumiki groaned as he walked down the stairs, seeing his mother sitting at the bottom of the staircase. "Y-You're finally home... How was your trip...?"

"It was fine, Mitsuki seemed to have a lot of fun. Are you ok? It looks like you were crying! What happened?"

Natsumiki huffed softly as he wiped his eyes. He wasn't hoping that he would have to let her know that the secret that she had tried desperately to keep from him was officially out. Yet, he didn't want to ask her to come to his room, who knows what would happen? She'd probably blame him somehow, and make it seem like it was his fault. It seemed that it would be safer to ask her in front of his relatives, as she had a tendency to not blow up as bad as she did when they were alone.

"I...I have a question for you, Mom..."