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The Road That's Paved In Silver-Arc 2Jamaican Princess (Rocquellan)

Chapter 2: bronze last chapter
"Hey, come in."

Ayashi entered when Asami invited him into their apartment, a tired look on his face. "None of them better yet?"

Asami shook his head. "No, I'm about to give Shoichi is medicine in his room, Akihito's in the bedroom. The baby's in the one next to it."

Ayashi nodded. Asami and the baby were the only two not coming down with the cold and it was chaos in the household. Asami wanted him to take his granddaughter so it doesn't get passed to her.

"Hey, Aki-chan," Ayashi greeted softly once he entered the room to see his son curled under blankets, shivering.

"Hi dad," Akihito answered, sounding weak and frail.

Ayashi touched his forehead before kissing it softly, it was hot. "You getting enough fluids?"

"Yeah, lots of juice and water and soup. He won't shut up about it."

Ayashi laughed at the mental image of Asami forcing Akihito to drink and eat. Ayashi should know, Akihito was always an extra sourly, sick kid. He had to crush pills into soup or dissolve them in juice and Akihito only took those vitamins that shaped like gummy bears or tasted like candy. He stood back and blew out a breath, gesturing to the door. "I can't stay, I have to take the baby..."

"Yeah, yeah, sure dad." Akihito waved him off dismissively. "I'd rather sooner than later, she's still too young... her system might not be strong enough yet."

"I know. I'll call later."

Ayashi spent a few minutes with his grandson before he met Asami at the door, a five month old baby girl balanced in his arms and a baby bag on his shoulder. Parenthood suited the man, if he was honest with himself.

"Hey, come here you..." Ayashi cooed at his granddaughter as she was passed to him. Her soft hazel eyes opened and she yawned at him, toothless and gummy.

"There's juice and formula in the bag. A thermometer and extra blankets. Give her as much fluids as possible and keep her away for the next two days. Call as soon as you notice or need anything."

Ayashi rolled his eyes. "I know, I raised the brat tossing in your bed, remember?"

The curve to Asami's lips was faint.

"Word of advice though?" Ayashi whispered conspiratorially as he leaned close to Asami, darting looks at the bedroom. "Tickling his foot bottom helps when he's cranky, and trust me, he'll get worse. Tried and true method, I swear."

"I'll keep that in mind," Asami answered and Ayashi kept cooing at the baby as he left with his granddaughter. Another one to spoil, awesome!

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"Daddy! There's lizards in my ice cream!"

Ayashi watched as Shoichi bolted for his father, running with the half eaten, green, two scoop, ice cream cone in his little hand, holding it away from himself like it was contagious. Kiyoko watched him the entire time, flailing to reach her big brother.

Asami was reading a newspaper under the shade of one of the stone picnic tables in the private garden of one of his beach front properties and Ayashi stifled a laugh behind his hand, clearly for Akihito's sake, who was watching him half amused, half annoyed while he fed the little girl in his lap. They sat on a picnic blanket in the grass.

"Dad," Akihito sighed. "How could you tell him pistachio ice cream is made from green lizards?"

Ayashi laughed. "It's not?"

He felt Akihito's glare from the corner of his eyes while he watched Shoichi gesturing wildly between him and the ice cream, objecting every time his father tried to explain that no, lizards don't give ice cream their color.