Ichigo crouched behind the couch, his small hands clasped over his mouth to stifle the giggles bubbling up like soda fizz. He peeked out just enough to see Chris in the kitchen, humming while chopping veggies for dinner. The four-year-old's wavy black hair stuck out at odd angles from his spy hat (a backwards baseball cap Chris had lent him), and his bright brown eyes were wide with excitement. This was the big plan—his plan—to surprise Papa and Chris with a party. Not just any party: a thank you bash for being the best family ever.
It started a week ago. Ichigo overheard Papa (Haru) and Chris talking about hard times being over—the bad guys with the money stuff gone for good. Ichigo didn't get all the grown-up talk, but he knew it made Papa smile more, Chris hug tighter. So, he decided: party time! With Mia's help at preschool (she was the best at secrets), he plotted. Drawings for invitations, borrowed crayons for banners, even practice cakes (Play-Doh blobs).
"Shh, dino," Ichigo whispered to his stuffed toy clutched tight. "No roar yet."
Chris called from the kitchen. "Ichigo? Where'd you hide, little ninja?"
More giggles. Ichigo popped up. "Here! Helping spy!"
Chris laughed, that genuine smile contrasting Haru's seriousness perfectly. His light brown hair was messy yet charming, hazel eyes innocent and lively. "Spying on dinner? It's almost ready. Papa home soon."
Ichigo nodded big, scampering over. "Chris, we need balloons! And cake! For surprise!"
Chris knelt, playful expression on. "Surprise? For who?"
Ichigo clamped mouth. "Secret! For you and Papa!"
Chris's eyes widened fake-shock. "No way! When?"
"Tomorrow! Mia coming, Aiko-mommy too! We make banner!"
Chris pulled him into a hug, heart melting. "Sounds awesome, buddy. Let's plan sneaky."
Haru walked in then, sleeves rolled on his button-up, dark brown eyes warm but tired from office grind. Crown of the day: promotion stakes high, but home was his recharge.
"Papa!" Ichigo launched tackle-hug. "We make party!"
Haru scooped him, crown tilting imaginary. "Party? What's the occasion?"
Ichigo zipped lips. "Secret!"
Chris winked over Ichigo's shoulder. "Kid's plotting. You'll see."
Evening routine kicked in: bath splashes (Ichigo "submarine" with dino), bedtime stories (double tonight—dragon hunt favorite). Ichigo out fast, dreams of balloons.
Living room dim, lights low, wine poured. Haru and Chris couch-curled, legs tangled.
"Kid's excited," Haru said, arm around Chris. "Party for us?"
Chris nodded, hazel eyes soft. "Yeah. 'Thank you' for family. Mia, Aiko in on it. Banner-making tomorrow while you're at meeting."
Haru smiled soft, crown of love. "Sweet. He's growing fast—planning surprises now."
Chris leaned in. "Like his dads—thoughtful, loving."
Kiss started soft—gratitude deep. Turned heated quick. Chris straddled lap, lips hungry. Tongues brushed urgent, breaths ragged.
Shirts shed—Chris's tee lifted slow, Haru's button-up unbuttoned teasing. 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, brown full love. Whispers: "His party idea cute," Chris panted; "Like him," Haru husky.
Climax shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release crashing muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. "Party preview?"
Haru chuckled, kissing temple. Best kind.
Morning routine: pancakes, giggles, drop-offs. Haru to meeting, Chris and Ichigo secret mode.
Kitchen chaos: paper unrolled, crayons out. Ichigo drew dinos, Chris lettered "Happy Family Day!" Mia arrived with Aiko—pigtails bouncing, helping glitter (messy fun).
Balloons blown (Ichigo puffed cheeks red), streamers hung crooked but cute. Cake from store—dino topper, Ichigo "frosted" extra sprinkles.
Haru surprised home early—crown on head, hugs all around. "Best party ever!"
Games: dino hunt (hidden toys), musical chairs (Ichigo won rigged). Cake smashed faces light, laughs big.
Aiko hugged Haru. "Kid's idea—pure heart."
Haru nodded, crown tilting. "Like his moms and dads."
Party wrapped—Ichigo sleepy happy, Mia gone, Aiko too. Bedtime extra stories—party tales.
Night theirs—wine by fire (imaginary cabin vibe). Chris pulled Haru close. "His planning... adorable."
Haru kissed deep. "Like you."
Kiss turned passionate—Chris straddling, bodies flush. Tongues urgent joy, breaths quick.
Clothes shed slow—celebration unhurried. Skin met hot firelight, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth everywhere—neck, chest, tracing lines. Chris arched beautiful, gasps breathy, grinding slow.
Bare, sweat-glow. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand firm, stroking deep rhythm. Chris bucked, moans soft, legs tight.
Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked flames dance, hazel free shining, brown devoted. Whispers: "His party perfect," Chris panted; "Our love too," Haru low.
Climax crashed shared—Chris tensing, release crashing hot muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering waves.
Tangled firelight, breaths evening. Chris lazy smile. "Party king."
Haru held tight. "With my queens."
Ichigo's plan success—family love big, bonds tight.