"Really, really," Jun replied, burying the tinge of sadness he felt that his son would feel so excited about this, about someone who was not him. He had barely regained his son for all of a handful of months and now he had to share. He mocked himself inwardly for his own selfishness. "Your daddy found us again and he is very much looking forward to meeting you." "I have a daddy!" Kei beamed brightly. Jun laughed softly, though it was painful. "Of course you have a daddy," he said, his smile fixed upon his face. "You always have had one. And he should be here any minute now." In fact he appeared ten minutes later, possibly the longest ten minutes in both Jun and Keiichi's lifetime, but for very different reasons. Keiichi was a bundle of energy, flying about the apartment asking questions that Jun just could not answer, such as did daddy like Kung fu Guardians and did daddy miss them when he couldn't be with them and what was daddy's job? Abhi's Daddy was a supervisor in a factory that made parts for cars, would Kei's daddy have a cool job like that? However, when the knock on the door finally came, both mother and son felt nervous and fell quiet. Jun coughed and made his way to the door, while Keiichi clung to his T-shirt with an iron grip. Taking a deep breath and willing away the trembling in his hands, Jun unlocked the door. Kazuhiko stood there holding a couple of boxes, his larger frame stiff and facial muscles almost paralysed as he too revealed the nerves that had plagued him for the last hour. Just as Jun had been questioning himself, Kazuhiko had thoughts plaguing his own mind. What if his son did not like him... What if he blamed him for not being around for the past five years... How would he react when he discovered that he had a baby brother...? The two men stared at each other for a moment before both blurting out; "Hello, how is everything? I have cake!" They paused and sheepishly smiled at the other, before Kazuhiko elaborated a little. "I thought that bringing flowers might be a little redundant seeing as you are usually surrounded by them, so I brought a chocolate cake." "That's Keiichi's favourite," Jun replied, softly. "Please won't you come in?" Kazuhiko nodded and noticed his son clinging to his mother's legs, his beautiful, brown eyes unblinkingly taking in his appearance and smiling shyly. Jun picked up the boy into his arms and carried him into the living room. The hallway was too small for such an occasion as first meetings, better to introduce them elsewhere. Kazuhiko's heart swelled as the child who looked so much like his younger self, peeked over Jun's shoulder to look at him. He gave the boy a slight wave and the response was a small yelp, before he buried his face in his mother's neck. Jun tried to look to see what had caused the sudden gesture, but Keiichi clung to his neck, not willing to let go. "Er.. please, take a seat," Jun suggested when he realised that for all Kei's earlier excitement, the boy was now too overwhelmed for the moment. "Thank you," Kazuhiko sat upon the slightly worn sofa, but he took no notice of the age or style of it, his eyes were glued upon the man and child who sat down next to him. "Sorry," Jun said, speaking of Kei's shyness. "Kei was so excited to meet you earlier, kept asking me questions about you!" "Such as?" Kazuhiko asked, his heart brimming from the knowledge that his son did want to know him. "Like..." Jun paused, some of the questions he couldn't simply ask, so tried to think of a safer one. It was rude of him to ask what Kazuhiko's job was, made it sound as if he was only interested in money and he couldn't ask if Kazuhiko has missed them; Kazuhiko hadn't even known about Kei! "What is your favourite type of cake?" He winced and bit at his lip. This sounded foolish, even to him! Kazuhiko chuckled while his attention was caught by Jun's nervous gesture, his throat feeling suddenly dry. "Well, I guess it would have to be chocolate cake," he replied. "Me too!" Keiichi piped up, before realising he had spoken aloud and pressed his face against Jun's shoulder once more. "Oh, here, the chocolate cake," Kazuhiko pushing one of the two packages he held forward. Jun took it graciously. "Thank you," he smiled and Kazuhiko felt his heart beat slightly more firmly in his chest. "And this is for Kei," Kazuhiko said softly in regards to the second box he held. The small boy peeked out from his mother's shoulder and his eyes widened when he caught sight of the toy. "Kung Fu Guardian Sun warrior!" He blurted out in awed tone. "Mummy, is it okay?" Jun nodded and watched as Keiichi transformed back into his bright, energetic self as he claimed the box and hugged it to his chest. "Thank you! I was going to ask Santa for the Sun warrior; he's the leader of the Kung fu Guardians, but now I can ask for the Star warrior instead." "Not the Moon warrior?" Jun asked, trying to remember what he knew about the show. Although Keiichi talked about it incessantly, he admitted to only half listening. There was only so much fan facts he could absorb during the endless streams flowing from his child after each episode. Keiichi screwed up his small nose. "No, the Moon warrior is a girl!" Kei then proceeded to claim that the girl doll was for girls, it was all pink and came with a fan weapon and wasn't cool like the Sun warrior who had a sword and the Star Warrior who had a large hammer. Kazuhiko covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. He was even more clueless when it came to the children's show, but had learned from Rishu that this would be something his son would likely be happy to receive. He hadn't known that there were different action figures, just grabbing the first one he saw before purchasing it. Fortunately, he had not messed up and bought the wrong one. Jun managed to slip from Kei's death grip while the boy was talking all about the episodes he had watched this morning, taking the cake into the kitchen, before reappearing at the door and carefully mouthing the words; "tea or coffee?" "Coffee, please," Kazuhiko silently mouthed in return, before returning his attention to his son. His gorgeous, bright eyed and bubbly son.