Monkeys and Misakis

Chapter Two: Breakfast

After the good morning hugs and kisses with Saruhiko, Misaki proceeded to softly shake Hana awake and whispered a soft,

"Wake up,"

before setting her down at the dining room table into her booster, then setting off to make a proper breakfast for his beloved and his sweet flower.

Misaki was in charge of cooking, for Saruhiko was not one to cook. He's the kind of person who'll attempt to reheat soup in the microwave and manage to set it on fire. How is that possible is a question that not even an intellectual celestial being of a higher caliber will ever be able to answer or understand. Thus the reason why Misaki cooks.

While Misaki was getting the ingredients for his signature pineapple fried rice, Saruhiko crouched down to play with their precious hana. Saruhiko was cooing and planting kisses all over Hana's face who giggled in response. Misaki, who was cooking the rice, felt a genuine smile creep upon his face at the sound of his beloved daughter's laughter.

Saruhiko stopped momentarily with his notions with Hana for the realization that the milk was still in the microwave hit him like a runaway train. Wincing slightly at the thought of Misaki's reaction, he slowly creeped over to the kitchen trying to be as natural as possible in fear that Misaki will find another flaw in Saruhiko's "cooking" skills.

The split millisecond Misaki turned around to cut up the pineapple on the cutting board, Saruhiko attempted to open the microwave as quick as possible, with as little noise as possible. But hence attempt. Misaki ceased his cutting for he heard the obvious sound of the microwave opening and you could practically feel the menacing aura coming off from him.

"Shitty monkey...,"

Misaki started to slowly turn around,

"you forgot the milk didn't you?"

Aggravated and clawing at his hair with no regard of the pineapple juice sticking to his fingers, Misaki really was going to tear his hair out this time.

"Saru! Now the milk is too hot and you know Hana doesn't like her milk hot!"

Raising his hands in defeat, Saruhiko tried to reassure Misaki.

"Misaki, Misaki, we can just put it into the fridge for a bit, which will cool it off, and then it'll be warm like Hana likes it."

Groaning, Misaki pulled his face around with his hand in annoyance, too tired to go further into the argument. Misaki went back to finishing cutting up the pineapple while grumbling, leaving Saruhiko with the task to cool the milk.

"MamaSaki?"

Saruhiko's heart stopped and so did his entire being. He literally squealed internally. He absolutely loved the nickname Hana gave his precious Misaki.

Sighing softly, Misaki looked up from the remnants of the pineapple,

"Yes Hana?"

"...Where's my milk?"

With a look of the loss of sanity, Misaki ran a hand through his hair and snapped his head around to glare at Saruhiko.

"Yes, where is the milk?"

After a few moments of awkward stares, Saru gave him his answer,

"...Well it seems to be done now!"

Without further ado, Saruhiko took Hana's milk out of the fridge, silently praying that it was at Hana's preferred temperature. She was very "food specific."

"Here you go cutie."

Saruhiko placed the bottle in Hana's tiny hands and planted a quick kiss to the top of her head.

Misaki and Saruhiko's breath hitched instantaneously as Hana took the first sip. Looking at the bottle for a couple of moments, smacking her lips.

"...Hmm, not bad," and she continued suckling.

Letting out the breath they've been holding, they smiled fondly at each other despite their earlier feud, content with the fact that their daughter was happy.

"MamaSaki?"

"Yes Hana?"

"When's breakfast"

Standing there groaning, Misaki could see Saruhiko's smirk through the corner of his eye.

"Yes, when is breakfast Mi~sa~ki?"

"Hmm...well then, what ever happened to that tea you were making for me?"

"Fuck."