Monkeys and Misakis

Chapter One: Good Morning

Soft sunshine was being filtered through the window, hitting three sleeping figures that all slept together on one cozy futon.

These three figures went by the names of Saruhiko Fushimi, Misaki Yata, and their precious daughter Hana (they have yet to decide on her last name for of course they are not married, yet)

The faint chirps of birds and the warm, crisp, sunshine had caused Saruhiko to stir, for he was a light sleeper. Wearily blinking open his eyes, still holding onto Misaki's waist, he looked up to gaze upon his lover's face. His mussed, chestnut hair framing and defining his adorable features, the slight rise and fall of his lightly tanned skinned chest, and the hand that rested in Saruhiko's hair which coaxed him to fall asleep. Misaki was absolutely perfect in Saruhiko's eyes.

His eyes then flickered over to his delicate, little, daughter Hana, who was being held tightly by Misaki with his free arm, holding and snuggling her close. Hana, the name fit her perfectly, from her sweet smelling, elegant black tresses to her golden orbs on either side of her petite nose, she truly was like a flower.

Careful not to wake either of his most precious people in this world, he shifted slightly to place a kiss on Hana's porcelain skinned forehead and then to softly peck at his Misaki's rose petal lips. Quietly moving out from under the futon, Saruhiko grabbed his black rimmed glasses and pushed them up his slender nose, he then rose to his feet to go make Misaki's favorite tea and to prepare Hana's warm milk.

Quiet steps making its way to the kitchen, Saruhiko scratched at the place where his HOMRA mark used to be, guilt began to crawl into his mind as he remembered Misaki crying profusely that day. He instantly stopped scratching at the mere thought of the heart wrenching scene.

Saruhiko made his way to the cabinet where the teabags of sweetness resided. After grabbing one and dumping the contents of the bag into their recently bought tea maker, Saruhiko proceeded to warm Hana's milk up.

As Saruhiko counted down the seconds till cold milk turned lukewarm, he heard footsteps on their dark wood floor. Rest assured it was an awake but yet still sleepy Misaki, cradling a still sleeping Hana is his arms. Misaki made his way to Saruhiko and once finally reaching him, he head butted straight into Saru's chest, nuzzling him in some form. Responding to Misaki's actions Saruhiko uncrossed one of his arms and wrapped it around Misaki's shoulders, bringing him closer whilst placing a hard but loving kiss on the head of which chestnut locks resided. Misaki shifted his head slightly to blearily gaze into Saruhiko's deep sea blue eyes while flashing him a small, faint smile.

"Good morning," Misaki said with tiredness and love in his voice as he spoke.