Haru woke to the sound of hushed giggles and frantic whispering right outside his bedroom door. He cracked one eye open—7:15 AM on a Saturday, his birthday. The bed beside him was empty; Chris must already be up to whatever mischief was brewing.
More whispers: "Shh, Ichigo! He'll hear us!"
"Papa sleeping like bear!"
Haru smiled into the pillow, pretending to snore louder just to hear Ichigo's muffled "Oh no!"
The door creaked open slow. Tiny footsteps pattered in, followed by Chris's lighter ones. Then—bam!—a four-year-old missile launched onto the bed.
"Happy Birthday, Papa!!!" Ichigo yelled, landing square on Haru's chest with a stuffed dino in one hand and a crumpled paper crown in the other.
Haru oofed dramatically, opening his arms to catch the giggling bundle. "Whoa! Best wake-up attack ever."
Chris stood in the doorway, phone up recording, light brown hair messy-cute, hazel eyes sparkling with that playful energy. "Mission successful, Captain Ichigo. Phase one complete."
Ichigo plopped the crooked paper crown on Haru's head—it was covered in crayon dinos and hearts. "You king today! We plan secret party!"
Haru sat up, crown tilting, pulling Ichigo into a hug. "Secret party, huh? Smells like conspiracy."
Chris climbed onto the bed too, kissing Haru soft. "Totally secret. Been plotting for weeks. Breakfast in bed first—stay put."
They vanished, more whispers and clattering from the kitchen. Haru leaned back, heart full. Thirty now—didn't feel old. Felt... right. Debt gone, threats vanished, love solid.
Ten minutes later, parade returned: Ichigo carrying tray careful (Chris guiding from behind), loaded with pancakes shaped like dinos, bacon, fruit, coffee. A single candle stuck in the top pancake.
"Happy Birthday song!" Ichigo demanded.
Chris started—off-key but sweet—Ichigo joining loud and proud. Haru blew the candle, wishing silent: more days like this.
Breakfast devoured in bed—syrup messes forgiven 'cause birthday. Ichigo chattered plans: "Park! Cake! Presents! Mia coming too!"
Haru raised brow at Chris. "Mia's in on it?"
Chris winked. "Whole crew. Aiko dropping her off later."
Day unfolded perfect: morning park—swings, slides, Ichigo and Mia dragon hunting in bushes. Picnic lunch Chris packed—sandwiches cut dino shapes, naturally.
Afternoon home: living room decorated sneaky—balloons, streamers, Happy Birthday Papa banner in Ichigo's handwriting (Chris guiding the letters).
Guests trickled: Aiko with Mia, bearing cake; a couple office friends Haru liked; even Ms. Park the teacher for short visit.
Games kid-led: pin tail on dino, musical statues (Ichigo always won). Cake chocolate—Ichigo helped frost, fingerprints proud.
Presents simple sweet: Ichigo's handmade card ("Best Papa, love forever"), Chris's gift—a watch engraved "Our time starts now."
Haru teared up quiet. "You two... best gifts ever."
Party wound down—kids sleepy, guests gone. Aiko hugged Haru. "Happy birthday. You deserve this."
Evening quiet—Ichigo out early, party high crash.
Living room dim, lights low. Chris pulled Haru to couch. "One more present."
Haru eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Chris straddled lap, lips soft grateful. "Me. All yours."
Kiss ignited—slow deep, turning hungry. Tongues brushed urgent, breaths quick.
Shirts shed slow—Chris's tee lifted, Haru's yanked. Skin met hot, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth neck—kissing slow, nipping gentle. Chris arched, gasp breathy, grinding instinctive.
Pants undone impatient, pushed away. Bare, sweat-slick. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm, stroking rhythm rolls. Chris bucked, moans soft, legs tight.
Haru's free hand traced thigh, deepening friction. Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked, hazel joyful love, brown full gratitude. Whispers: "Best birthday," Chris panted; "With you," Haru husky.
Climax shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release crashing muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. Party level max.
Haru chuckled, kissing temple. "You and Ichigo planned perfect. Love you two."
"Love you moreee."
Birthday wrapped—Ichigo & Chris's plan heart-melting success.