You hummed to yourself as you folded the remaining laundry and placed it into the drawers, Kenji playing in the now empty basket behind you.
"Alright, that's the last of it." You said as you shut the drawer, turning to your youngest child with a smile. "Time for lunch!"
The two year old smacked his hands onto the handles of the basket, squealing happily as you laughed. You bent down and picked your little boy up, setting him on your hip as you left your bedroom. You would come back for the basket later.
Making your way to the kitchen, you heard the sound of wheels on pavement through the open windows and smiled knowingly, turning for the backdoor.
You opened the door and peeked out, and just as you thought, there were Yata and Kohta, both on skateboards.
"Kohta," You called, catching both males attention. "Why aren't you wearing your helmet?"
Your eleven year old son groaned, kicking his board up into his hand. "Aw c'mon, mom!"
You just gave him a look.
Yata came rolling over to the door where you stood, Kenji squealing at the sight of his father. Yata ruffled the toddler's hair and kissed his forehead before turning his attention to you. "Relax, Y/N. Kohta's totally fine."
"He needs to wear a helmet."
"I never wore a helmet."
"Maybe that's why you're so stupid." You teased, tilting your head at him. "All that brain damage, what a shame. Anyway, both of you get your butt's inside, it's time for lunch."
You turned and headed back inside as your husband and oldest son marched in behind you. Once you had Kenji seated in his highchair and all the plates of food set out, you moved to yell up the stairs for your daughter. "Akemi! Lunch is ready!"
You waited for a moment before finally hearing your daughters footsteps moving down the hallway and then she appeared at the top of the stairs, and you nearly fell over at the sight of her.
Your fifteen year old daughter was wearing the shortest skirt you'd ever seen, along with a crop top and black high heels. You eyed her as she came down the stairs, stopping in front of you. "What do you think?"
"I think you're going to march back up stairs and change immediately." You raised an eyebrow at her. "What in the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"Smartass. Just wait until your father see's you."
Akemi rolled her eyes, heading for the kitchen. You waited until finally hearing Yata's cry of distress. "WHA- AKEMI! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!"
Snickering a bit, you moved back to the kitchen where you saw Akemi sit down at the table without a care, while Yata looked like he was hemorrhaging.
"I'm going out with my friends later and I wanna look nice." She shrugged. "It's just an outfit dad."
"HAH?! WHAT OUTFIT?! I DON'T SEE ANY OUTFIT! GO CHANGE NOW!"
Akemi pouted. "But dad-"
"No but's!"
"Daddy plea-"
"CHANGE. NOW."
Akemi huffed, stomping away and grumbling as she returned to her room. You chuckled as you sat down between Kohta and Kenji in his highchair, looking over at Yata with amusement. "You handled that well, dear."
"Shut up."
Snickering once more, you picked up Kenji's spoon and began feeding him, though after a while he became grumpy and tried to do it himself. While he was getting better at holding the spoon and feeding himself, he still ended up with food all down his shirt and in his lap. You laughed as you grabbed a napkin and cleaned him off.
It wasn't long before Akemi came stomping back into the kitchen and sat back down, a frown on her face. "There, you happy now?"
Yata inspected her new t-shirt and jeans before giving a nod of provably. "Much better."
Akemi rolled her eyes, taking an overly dramatic large bit of her food.
Kohta shook his head, looking over at his older sister. "Girls. So weird."
"You have no idea." Yata muttered, making you raise an eyebrow.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought."
