After that hellish encounter with t

After that hellish encounter with the hyperactive Dr. Arbatov so Feilong could make his escape, Asami finally came home a little pass 6, every bit expectant to hear how Akihito's first day with his daughter went.

When he opened the door there was no light on, except for the encompassing bluish rays of the tv in the downstairs living room. After toeing off his shoes at the door, he trotted further in to see what was happening.

And there they were, Akihito lying reclined in the leather couch with his head on the armrest and the remote in one hand while the other rested on Toya's back, who was half asleep on the blonde's stomach in a green overall.

Sensing the presence of another, Akihito looked over his head to the upside down figure of his employer. He smiled and mouthed a silent good evening.

Asami bristled as the mental image of his dream flashed before his eyes, then he walked over and gently lifted Toya into his arms before rocking her gently, he needed her to go to sleep.

Akihito cleaned up the scattered toys that were on the floor while Asami tended to his daughter. He also left a plate in the kitchen that needed washing and three used, empty feeding bottles he had soaking with water. He did all that while the older man lulled his daughter into a listless sleep before resting her in her crib. She tossed at the loss of contact but didn't wake.

Asami turned on the baby monitor before leaving the room while making sure he left the door half ajar. He walked softly back down to the living room where he found Akihito straightening the dinner table.

"I hope the day wasn't too bad…?" the older man asked lightly.

Akihito turned around and smiled. "No, she's a good little girl. After I walked her we became the best of friends."

Asami chuckled. He shoved both hands into his pants pocket and watched the blond do his thing. He had to admit, the kid looked good bending over his kitchen table like that so he could fix one of the place mats…

Realizing what he was thinking, Asami shook his head to clear it.

"Are you alright?" Akihito asked concerned.

"I'm fine," Asami answered quickly, but he wasn't quick enough to stop Akihito from walking over and placing a soft hand on his forehead. The touch sent a jolt of electricity straight through him.

"Well, you don't have a fever," the blond pointed out before pulling his hand back. "By the way, I…sorta made dinner. You had all this food and I was hungry and I made too much and…"

"That's fine, I haven't eaten all evening," Asami answered nonchalantly.

Akihito released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Really?