What a Mother Sees

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Yoko walked tiredly down the staircase at 9:30 AM, like she did every weekend, groggy but ready to start working on breakfast. When she finally reached the final step, she paused at the sight of the pillow fort encompassing the entirety of the couch.

Feeling her cuteness radar going off, she tiptoed over to the opening and peaked inside.

Looks like that plan of theirs went well, she thought.

Inside the fort, the four brothers lay sleeping. Yuri and Yuto had Yuya's torso sandwiched between them, the youngest's head pillowed by their arms. Yugo had seemingly shoved himself into the pile, both of his arms wrapped around the younger, like Yuya was a giant teddy bear. And Yuya, her son whose refusal to sleep had nearly driven her to drag him to the hospital, he looked more peaceful than she'd seen him in years.

She saw the tear stains on his cheeks, saw the crinkle on his brow that indicated yet another night of nightmares, but despite all of this, Yoko saw the peaceful little smile he had, even in his sleep.

Yoko had a feeling that she wouldn't have to worry about his little boy not sleeping anymore. She wouldn't have to worry at all, not when he had such wonderful older brothers looking out for him.

She quietly closed the opening and made her way back up the stairs.

They're going to be out for a long while, she thought with a smile. Now where did I put that camera? 

 Now where did I put that camera? 

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