"Daddy, when is Santa getting here?" My son asked me, looking up with his shiny black eyes
I just smiled down at him, "Not yet, Chie-Chan." My 5-year-old son's face slumped into a pout as he rested his head on my knee to the left.
"Don't be such a baby, Chie. There IS no such thing as Santa Claus!"
My Seven-Year-Old son stuck his tongue out at Chie.
"Daddy, make him take it back! Tell him he's lying." My son copied his brother with a stick-out of his tongue.
I let out a soft sigh. I thought some family bonding might be a nice idea. Just me, the kids, and their other father on the couch together on Christmas Eve, a light snow-fall outside, some hot chocolate, and A Christmas Story in the DVD Player. Instead my sons saw need to antagonize each other out of pure boredom.
"Why are we even watching this movie, Dad? We're Japanese!" My son pointed out
"This was one of my favorite movies while I lived in America, Hoteru. It's a very interesting depiction of Pre-WWII America."
"America this, America that. If you love America, why don't you live there?"
"''Cause your Dad's here, silly." I anwered
I ruffled Hoteru's spiky brown hair, sending a blush across his chocolate-colored face. Even at this age he resembled his father. Same skin, eyes, hair and temper his father had at that age.
It was then that I heard a light snore on my left knee.
My pale, redheaded Chie had fallen asleep. It was miraculous considering how loud his brother talked.
My other son noticed, showing visible disappointment, "Ah man, It's no fun unless he's awake."
"And I'm not fun?" I asked my son with a mock-glare
"It's not that. But you're…you're…-"
"You're Dad. You're not supposed to be fun."
Hoteru rested his head on my knee, in a fashion similar to his little brother, soon falling asleep himself.
I felt a defeated smile grace my face. Well, as long we're all together for Christmas, I guess the night before didn't matter that much. I picked up a son in each arm and carried them both to their rooms, tucking them each into bed.
I went back into the living room, greeted by the shadowy Christmas Tree. I continued the movie, letting nostalgia wash over me. Just as Ralphie finally got his rifle, the door swung open, instantly stealing my attention. There standing in the doorway was a man in a red-suit with a white beard. He had a bright red blush, and a giant grin, along with a large belly and shiny black boots. "HO HO HO!" he shouted loud and merrily
I stood up, walked over and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his arms hug me too.
"What took you so long?"
"Sorry, Kou-chan. Traffic was murder just like every year. But on the other hand those kids were really happy. It's worth it just to bring some smiles to deserving faces."
"I know, I know. Well, you're here now I guess." I placed a kiss on his cheek
"And the kids?"
"Good. How'd you like to be my Mrs. Claus?"
"We might wake the kids."
"Don't worry, I never wake kids on my sleigh route do I?"
And then Tai's chocolate lips met mine, the taste of too much eggnog mixed with some wine. Tai's gloved hand took mine, leading me away towards our room.
"Just wait, I've picked up some pretty reindeer games."
I couldn't believe what I just saw.
It was impossible! There was no way. I had to be hallucinating.
Daddy was KISSING Santa Claus! The way Daddy kissed my other Daddy! Santa took Daddy's hand leading him down the hall, heading for their room.
I stood there for a few minutes, still hiding behind the Hall door.
I began walking back down towards my room. What did this mean? Did I have a new Daddy?
It just couldn't be. I opened my door and got back into bed. Should I tell Hoteru?
Would he call me a liar? What should I do?
These thoughts plagued my head as I fell fast asleep.
Santa…How could you do this to me?
I really wanted to do a special fic for the Christmas Holiday, so I decided to do a Taishiro fic about them, their kids, and how they'd spend the holidays together. This fic is TWO-PART! The first on Christmas Eve, the second on Christmas! I'll post the second half tomorrow! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY! :D