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Eito loved his parents, big fucking time. He’d heard the story of how they got together a thousand times but couldn't remember any of it happening in real life, despite being involved in all of it. For him, they'd been together forever, or as much as forever meant for a 25 years old adult.
What he did remember was the awkwardness of his younger days, when the other kids made fun of him for having “two daddies and no mommy” the awkward part being that he actually had two daddies and a mommy, so he had more love and more parents and, he couldn’t understand what the problem was.
Now that he was older, he understood that his family was no “normal family,” that barely speaking to your mother and calling one of your parents by their name or a nickname wasn't the usual thing for everybody out there, that your parents letting you cry yourself raw and telling you that you could like whoever you wanted without caring about their gender, wasn’t what other kids were exposed to, that there were more people out there that couldn’t even watch some tv shows because it made them be less “manly” or that weren’t even allowed to be sad was a thing.
He didn’t understand why… why other parents couldn’t be like his parents when it was so easy, but his dad always told him to not worry about that, because he was good like that… telling you to not worry when he worried 24/7.
One time he asked him why he was always worried, his father laughed, telling him that he worried for Youichi and for him because Youichi never worried. He’d found it amusing at that time, so many years ago but now it sounded just absurd. Mochi was as much of a worrywart as him.
All in all, his parents were the fucking best and even after 20 years of being together, they still were in what his little sister called the honey moon phase. She was only 15 years old and Eito had no idea where she got those things, or maybe she got all those things because she was a teenager.
“They sound really sweet, though,” his fiancée said as he was telling her more about them.
“Oh, they are, don’t get me wrong, it’s just…” he shrugs, not taking his eyes off the road, “you’ll see when we get there.”
“Can’t wait,” she replied.
Eito smiled, he always smiled when it came to his family. In some, maybe weird way, they were his pride and joy.
“They’re here!” Mochi heard Mei scream from her room and the heard her hurried steps down the stairs. “Oh, shit!” she said at the same time there was a loud noise.
“Language!” Eijun screamed from the living room and Mochi from the kitchen.
He walked to the living room to see what the fuss was all about and realized what had happened when he saw Eijun helping their daughter get off the floor. She was as elastic and energetic as Eijun, but she had the same crazy smile as Mochi, despite sharing none of their genes.
“You okay?” Mochi asked her, but instead of replying, she ran the rest of the distance to the door. He stood there, looking back at Eijun amused about her silly nature, it was always a travesty dealing with her.
“That’s 100% you,” Eijun said smiling.
“I don’t know, clumsy sounds more like you,” he replied kissing his husband and grabbing him by the hips, they walked to the door together to greet their son and his fiancée.
“Ei-chan,” Mei said as soon as he got out of the car. She ran to him as fast as she could and jumped to hug him, he barely had time to drop the suitcase he was getting out of the car to open his arms for her. She clung to him like a sloth—arms around his neck and legs around his midriff, “I missed you so much,” she sobbed, and he wasn’t too far from doing the same.
Eijun and Mochi walked to the car to help, much more calmly than their daughter, despite feeling the same way as her, but with Mei still clinging to her brother, Eijun took the opportunity to hug them both and Mochi didn’t hesitate to do the same.
“Welcome home,” Eijun said, crying already.
“I’m home,” Eito replied choking on tears.
The first one to let them go was Mochi, grabbing the suitcase Eito dropped on the floor and rounding the car to open the door to the astonished woman still inside it.
“I’m sorry, it’s been a while since Eito came home,” he apologized to her, she turned to look at him with tears in her eyes. Ah, Mochi thought, she’s one of us.
He closed the passenger door after Eito’s fiancée came out, and at the same time they untangled quickly and Eito walked to where his fiancée was.
“This is Yuko,” he said proudly, his arms around her shoulders, “Yuko this is my dad Eijun,” he pointed to Eijun who got closer to her to hug her, she returned the hug, “my other dad Youichi,” Mochi kissed her on the cheek and told her to call him Mochi, “and, I’m not sure who the crazy brat is but I think her name is Mei,” he finished pointing at his sister who slapped him on the arm, hard, and then hugged Yuko with a nice to finally meet you.
“Come on in,” Eijun said hurrying them inside the house.
When all their bags were inside the house and they had taken their coats off, Mochi made them go to the dining room where the table was ready for lunch. He'd cooked most of it while Eijun helped with some dishes and Mei prepared the table.
It wasn’t often that they cooked together, mostly because when they did it, it usually ended with them kissing and in some cases with them making love. One-time Mei came back early after school and found Eijun in front of the kitchen, with Mochi behind him, they were panting heavily. She ran upstairs saying something along the lines of it’s always the same with you guys and didn’t come down for lunch or dinner. The next morning both of them woke her up for school with little kisses and big apologies—she’d smiled, sighing.
They just were glad that from the angle where she was, she couldn’t see how deep down Eijun's pants Mochi had his hands.
After that last incident with her, they decided to be more careful or not to cook together, though it didn’t always work because if Eijun was cooking, there was a 100% chance that Mochi was going to come down the stairs just to slap his ass or kiss his neck or kiss him breathless. Sometimes all of it. But they just couldn’t help it. They were two grown ass men in their 50's madly in love.
Mochi-san and Eijun-san were precious.
Yuko kept looking at them when they were talking and so far, she’d counted 5 times when they didn’t look at each other but to her or their children. She wondered if that was what Eito meant when he said she’d see what they were like. It was honestly the sweetest thing she’d ever seen.
There was this magnetic pull that just seemed to draw them together and it was amazing, captivating, even. She couldn’t take her eyes off them, but then she saw Eijun looking back at her, smiling and she found herself doing the same.
She loved Eito, so much, but even she thought there was no in hell they could ever be like his parents, it almost felt like all the love in the world was inside them and they were sharing it with each other and instead of being mad or jealous that they were taking all that love, she was happy for them.
Lunch actually turned out to be really enjoyable, Eito could tell Mochi cooked most of the stuff—not because his father’s cooking was bad, but because Mochi’s cooking had that particular smell and taste that just screamed home. After he moved out of their house a few years ago, the very first thing he thought that night alone in his own place, was how much he missed Mochi’s food. He’d called them in the middle of the night, at the verge of tears just to tell them that.
The next day, he came back from his part-time job and found his parents kissing in the kitchen while Mochi finished dinner. He’d cried.
He’d learned to cook because more often than not, Mochi sent him different ingredients and instructions about how to cook them, but he could never get that taste Mochi did, he’d told his dad about it, about how much he liked Mochi’s food and that he could never cook the same, his dad just told him that what he was missing in his meals was the love that Mochi put in their meals, he’d laughed that moment but later that same day, he ended up wondering if love was the secret ingredient, for real.
The rest of the evening went on without a hitch, even when his parent started to tell embarrassing stories about his childhood and about that one time he was at school and had a fight with another kid because he’d called Eito a crybaby, so he got so mad that he threw himself at the kid and started hitting him while crying.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he said when Mochi was about to mention the photo album, and despite his innocent face, he recognized that little smirk he had on him—after all, it wasn’t the first time he did that to him. Every single time he brought someone home, he’d always end up show them those damned albums, which were basically him crying or half-naked and let’s say that wasn’t really a turn on.
“I’ll help you with the dishes,” he told Mochi, already helping him clear the table, taking Yuko’s with him, too.
He headed to the kitchen behind Mochi and saw Eijun telling Yuko to go with him and Mei to the backyard, they had a little garden there because years ago, when they first moved to this house after they brought Mei to the family, Mochi had told him that Eijun grew up in a farm and he sometimes missed it, so, as soon as the deal was done, Mochi had bought Eijun lots of different seeds to plant and years later, even though Mochi was the one that took care of the plants and fruits and vegetables, he did it all so Eijun could enjoy it, which he did. He liked to have coffee outside and on Sundays, if the weather was nice, they had breakfast in the picnic table near the koi pond.
“You’ve become more and more a housewife, Mochi,” Eito told him, a little smirk that was now a mirror of Mochi’s trademark smirk, he felt weirdly proud and a little scandalized.
“No way,” he said, though he knew it was true.
After Mei, he’d taken time off work, she was already 5 years old when they brought her in, but her backstory had been way too sketchy to be real and they wanted her to feel at home, Eijun had done the same, for a while. They made sure to bring her when the season was over, but one thing led to another and Eijun ended up missing the beginning of the new season, Mochi had to practically drag him back to work.
After that it was only a matter of time for him to find a way to have more time off to be with Mei and with Eito that despite being already 15 years old, they still had to make the time to go to parent-teacher meetings and help him with college applications and with Eijun away in games, the responsibility fell on Mochi, so he started working part time only and then he started working from home and when Eijun finally got the promotion he’d wanted for years, he convinced Mochi to stop working altogether because they didn’t need the extra money, which was a little unbelievable after they used to barely make do with both their salaries, so it did take Mochi a while to quit but he did and so far he hadn’t regretted it. So, yeah… he was a housewife-ish, househusband? He smiled to himself.
“What’s up?” Eito asked him while drying the bowls.
“Just thinking,” he replied, “about life… you remember where we used to live? Where you father and I met?” He asked back.
“Not really.”
“You used to live with your mother and your father,” he said, remembering how Eijun and him met, “after she left... for a while he still slept in that same bed but only when he was with you, outside that, he didn’t touch it, I mean one time he freaked out when he realized we were in that room,” he sighed and turned to Eito, “Your father’s gone through a lot, you have to have his back, you know. When your mom walked, he only had you, don’t give him a hard time and come visit him more often.”
Eito sighed, too, “What about you?”
“What about me?” Mochi asked.
“Don’t you miss me, old man?” he smirked and Mochi couldn’t believe he raised such a cheeky person.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he replied.
“I love you, too… dad,” Eito said and Mochi ended up choking back the tears.
“Go back to your father.”
Eito laughed, kissing the top of Mochi’s head and he cursed because the only person shorter than him in the family was Mei, and they were practically the same height.
When Eito was out of sight, he turned the faucet off and with the towel on the kitchen island, he dried his hands and with his hands he dried his tears. Getting old definitely made him go soft and being with Eijun all those years didn’t help at all.
“Hey,” he said as soon as he saw Eito coming from the kitchen, he saw Youichi drying his hands and figured that they were done, “I was just showing Yuko-chan the koi.”
Eito stood next to him, towering over Eijun, he’d gotten so tall that even him was a little pouty about it because he’d always been the tallest of the family.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” he told Eijun while looking at Yuko and Mei talk about the fish in the little koi pond.
“You’re here now and that’s what matters,” he told his son while putting his arm around his midriff, “Youichi missed you a lot.”
Eito smiled, “did he?” he said, turning back to the house.
“What? He said it was me?”
“Maybe.”
Now it was Eijun’s turn to smile. “Go easy on him, it can be very hard to do all he’s done for us… even after all this time, sometimes I think he still feels like you’re my son only or that he’s not a good father,” Eito scoffed like that could be possible, but Eijun continued, “he really loves you, you know.”
“I know,” he said
“Good,” Eijun replied walking back to go to the house, to where Youichi was but halfway there he turned back one more time and felt his heart clench when he saw Mei talking excitedly to Yuko and Eito between them, shoving his sister playfully while his fiancée laughed.
“That’s nice,” Youichi said next to Eijun, making him jump and accidentally hitting him on the face. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately, kissing Youichi’s nose.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said massaging his nose. He turned Eijun around hugging him from behind, kissing his neck softly and leaving a trail or little kisses down his spine and over his clothes, “I love you.”
Eijun sighed, turning around to face Youichi, again, “I love you,” he replied, emphasizing the you.
Youichi hummed, pecking him on the lips, once, twice, three, four five times, until he heard Mei groaning.
“Are they always like this?” Yuko asked, or she tried to whisper to Eito.
“Since I’ve known them, yes,” he said.
“They’re behaving today,” Mei jumped in, covering her eyes with her hands, and groaning more.
Eijun smiled, kissing Youichi one more time and then one more, only because he could and because after 20 years of being together, Youichi’s kisses were as sweet and warm as the first one they had, so many years ago.