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Sunlight enters Koutarou and Keiji's bedroom through the gaps between the curtains, painting the room a soft, sparkling yellow. Keiji slowly blinks his eyes open, squinting at the brightness in the room, and a small yawn escapes his lips. He brings his hands up to rub the sleep out of his eyes before turning to his left to gaze lovingly at his two precious alphas.
Koutarou is sleeping on his back, one of his arms under his fluffy pillows and the other wrapped around Hoshi, their little 4 year old, holding him close to his chest. They are both snoring softly, drool running down Hoshi's chin and onto his father's shirt, wetting the grey fabric.
A smile forms on Keiji's face, and his chest swells with love and adoration for his boys. He reaches a hand forward to brush his thumb across his son's chubby cheek. Hoshi stirs in his sleep at his mother's touch, and soon after two golden eyes stare right back at Keiji's blue ones.
“Mama?” his son mumbles, his voice raspy from sleep. He lifts his head up from Koutarou's chest and smiles softly at his mother, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. Keiji brushes a hand through his son's messy black and silver hair, which is almost identical to his father's (Hoshi's being a little more curly like Keiji's), and he playfully boops him on the nose.
“Good morning, baby.” He smiles back at his son.
“Morning, mama.” His son says back, crawling towards Keiji on the bed and settling himself into his embrace, nuzzling his mother's neck. Keiji wraps his arms around him tightly and kisses him on the forehead.
“How did you sleep, darling?”
“Good.” His son giggles into his neck. “I had a very funny dream, mama.”
“Is that so?” Keiji pulls back a bit and looks down at his son, his eyebrows raised. “Want to tell mama about it?”
Hoshi makes an expression like he's thinking it through, then, he shakes his head. “No, I want to tell both mama and papa.”
“Hey hey hey, what's it that my boy wants to tell us?”
They both turn their heads at the voice, and Hoshi quickly scrambles out of Keiji's hold to jump into the strong arms of his father.
“PAPA!” He screams.
Koutarou effortlessly catches his son, hugging him tight and nuzzling the top of his head. “Mornin’, buddy.”
“Good morning, love.” Keiji says, moving his body closer to his husband's and pressing a loving kiss on his cheek.
“Good mornin', pretty angel.” Koutarou says back, his golden eyes gleaming and lips formed into a soft smile.
“Ew, ma and pa are so disgusting.” Hoshi mocks, his silver eyebrows knitted together and tongue poking out from between his lips.
Koutarou pouts at his son. “Disgusting, huh? Which one of your uncles taught you that word?”
Keiji sits up and ruffles Hoshi's black and silver curls. “I bet it was Kuroo-san, hm?”
“Mmpf, mama, stop!” Hoshi complains, pushing his mother's hand away. “I can't tell you guys, uncle Tetsu told me to keep it a secret.” He crosses his arms over his chest adorably.
Both parents stare at their son with a blank expression on their faces. Koutarou barely keeps himself from laughing, his lips pressed together into a straight line, and Keiji has one of his eyebrows raised, patiently waiting for his son to realize his mistake.
Hoshi stares back at them for a moment, and then he realizes what he had just said and his golden eyes widen, and he clamps one of his small hands onto his mouth. “Oopsie~”
Koutarou bursts out laughing, pulling Hoshi close to himself and brushing his nose against his son's affectionately. “You're something else, Hoshi-chan, really.” He says, still laughing at his son. Hoshi huffs at his father.
“You mean, he's so much like you, Koutarou.” Keiji states, and watches in amusement as his husband's laughter dies down, and he turns to Keiji with a slight pout on his face.
“What's that supposed to mean, Keiji? You mean it in a good way right? Right??” He persists.
“Don't worry, papa.” Hoshi reassures his father, cupping his face with his small hands and nuzzling his chin. “I’m just so adorable like you, that's what mama means, right mama?”
Keiji reaches forward, brushing his long fingers through his husband's thick hair comfortingly. “Exactly. You're both adorable, smart, and I love both of you so much. That's what I meant, my love.”
Koutarou flashes a dazzling smile at his mate. “We love you too, baby.”
“Yes, mama. We love you too!” Hoshi exclaims, abruptly throwing himself at his mother, making them both fall back onto the pillows. He buries his face into the crook of his mother's neck, his giggles tickling Keiji's soft skin.
Koutarou joins them a second later, pecking Keiji softly on the lips before grabbing at his son's waist and blowing a few raspberries on his back. Hoshi goes from giggling to straight up laughing his ass off, and he flips himself over onto his back, giving his father easier access to his stomach, which results in Koutarou attacking his tummy with his lips and fingers.
“Papahahah! Sto- hahahahah stop! Mamahah, help hahaha!” Hoshi says in between laughs, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from laughing so much.
“Alright, alright. Stop that Koutarou, that's enough.” Keiji intervenes, picking Hoshi up to save him from his father's torture and seating him on his own lap, wrapping his arms around the little boy protectively.
Koutarou looks up with a pout on his face, and gives Keiji his best puppy eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, and Keiji knows his husband is going to start whining and complaining, so he puts a hand up to stop him before Koutarou can even take a breath.
“Hoshi was supposed to tell us about his dream, honey, remember?” He says as softly as he can.
Koutarou beams. “Hey hey hey, that's what he was gonna tell us?”
“YES!” Hoshi shouts, wiping tears from his golden eyes. There's a huge grin on his face. “Hey hey hey, papa! You want to hear about my dream, too?”
“Hey hey hey, my man! Obviously I do! Come on, tell us.”
“Okay!” Hoshi replies excitedly. “So, mama and papa were there. Uncle Tetsu and uncle Kenma too! You two were owls, and uncle Kuroos were cats!”
“Wow! That sounds way too real, buddy.” Koutarou laughs.
“Mhm! Mama was such a pretty owl, papa was all heart eyes for him!”
“Oh?” Keiji’s cheeks turn pink at the compliment.
“Why are you surprised, babe? You should already know how pretty you are, and how whipped I am for you.” Koutarou says, looking at Keiji with so much love in his golden eyes.
“Hush, Kou!” Keiji squeals, his blush spreading to the tips of his ears. “Yes, baby, what happened then?”
“Oh, right!” Hoshi continues, his enthusiasm evident in his voice. “And then papa and uncle Tetsu started wrestling. Uncle Tetsu hit papa in the face with his tail, and papa pouted. That made you so mad, mama, you attacked uncle Tetsu too. He cried, but uncle Kenma didn't help him, he kept sleeping. And then you two laughed at uncle Tetsu and flew away.”
Koutarou snorts at his son's little story. “So we bullied Tetsu together? Sounds like something we would do, huh Keiji?”
Keiji hums, a small smile on his face. “Right. We used to do that a lot in high school.”
Hoshi leans his head back onto his mother's chest and intertwines his small fingers with his mother's long ones. “Mama, I'm hungry now.”
Keiji brushes his hand through his son's hair. “Hm. And what do we do before we eat, baby?”
“We wash hands!” His son puts his fists up in the air triumphantly, then quickly removes himself from Keiji’s lap to go to the bathroom to wash his hands and face.
“I'm hungry too, Keiji.” Koutarou murmurs the moment their 4 year old is out of the room, and leans in closer to Keiji to nuzzle his mate’s cheek.
“Okay, I'll prepare us some breakfast. Go wash up, Koutarou.” Keiji lightly shoves his husband's face.
Koutarou smirks. “Food is not what I'm hungry for, baby.” He attaches his mouth to Keiji's neck, kissing and sucking softly at his mate's scent glands, the omega’s dizzying vanilla-lavender scent filling his nostrils and making him growl.
“N-not now, Kou.” The omega argues, but he finds himself purring back at his alpha nevertheless. He slides his hands into the black and silver strands, gripping at them with a slight force, and tips his head back to give Koutarou more access.
Just as his husband wraps his arms around Keiji's dainty waist and bites harder into his skin, their bedroom door slams open and in comes their son, causing the parents to flinch away from each other hurriedly.
“Mama, papa? Why are you still in bed?” He whines.
Keiji rolls out of bed, slips on his slippers and crouches down in front of his son. “Here, I'm out of bed. Is my little star happy now?”
Hoshi’s golden eyes light up and he circles his arms around his mother's neck. “Yes, mama. I'm happy now.” He smooches Keiji on the cheek. “Can I watch TV until breakfast time?”
“Sure, baby.”
“Yay! Best mama ever!” Hoshi yells before making his way to the living room.
“If you're the best mama, then that makes me the best papa, right babe?” Koutarou questions, a hand on his chin as if he's in deep thought.
Keiji laughs at his adorableness and walks back towards the bed to press a kiss to the tip of his alpha's nose. “Yes, love, you’re the best papa ever. Don't worry about it, alright?”
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An hour later, they're all in their living room, Koutarou and Keiji cuddling on the couch and Hoshi sitting on his knees on the carpeted floor. Keiji has his back against Koutarou's chest, head resting on his husband's broad shoulder, and the alpha's strong arms are wrapped around the omega's waist, and they have a yellow blanket thrown over their bodies.
Hoshi is mindlessly eating his pancakes, his golden eyes glued to the TV screen where a volleyball match is playing. A volleyball freak like his papa, Keiji thinks to himself.
“PAPA! Did you see that spike? Wasn't it awesome?” He shouts suddenly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Yes, buddy! It was awesome, indeed.” Koutarou replies.
The young alpha whips his head back so fast Keiji worries he'll hurt himself. “Can you teach me how to do that, papa? Please, pleaseeeee~” He begs to his father.
Koutarou laughes heartily behind Keiji. “Of course, my boy! I'll teach you everything about volleyball!”
“And then I'll be the best like papa!”
“Hey hey hey! That's the spirit buddy!”
Hoshi quickly shoves another mini pancake into his mouth and runs to the couch, throwing himself at his parents. “Me too, me too! Hoshi wants to cuddle with mama and papa too.” He cries.
Keiji sighs fondly, raising the blanket up so Hoshi can crawl in between his legs. “How many times have I told you to not run when you have food in your mouth, Hoshi?”
Keiji pulls the blanket up over their bodies once his son settles in. The young alpha puts his head onto his mother's shoulder and looks up at him with his big, golden eyes, clinging to Keiji's sweater with his tiny hands.
“I'm sorry, mama~” He murmurs into the omega's skin. Keiji smiles down at his 4 year old.
“It's fine, baby. Just don’t do it again, please.”
“Okie dokie~”
“God, I love you two so much.” Koutarou says, voice barely above a whisper. He presses a sweet kiss to his omega's cheek, and ruffles his son's hair before pulling both of them closer into his chest.
“I'm so lucky to have you and Hoshi in my life.” The alpha whispers into Keiji's ear.
Keiji meets his eyes, and gives his husband the most heart warming smile before whispering back, “We are so lucky to have you too, my love.”