Aiko couldn't help but to smile. Her children meant the world to her. Each one was different, but loved the same nevertheless. She just continued to clean dishes, her hands wrinkled from the water. They weren't as soft as they used to be. That didn't mean they weren't as gentle as before. Her tail flicked behind her as she thought about everything going on not only with her family, but in her own mind. Just a lot of happiness, a lot of love.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Whatever you want, sweetie. Well, within reason, of course."</span><br/><br/>The mews seemed to stop just as quickly as they started. This left Daikon with another sigh. His nose wrinkled as he bonked his head against his father's arm. It was just weird for him. He wasn't much into fighting everything that moved nor would he ever. It was clear he enjoyed being kind and gentle. His mother seemed to understand that quite well. That didn't mean he shouldn't give his father a chance to show it as well. That, and his mother seemed very stubborn on that.<span style="font-style: italic">I should stop trying to hide.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Yeah, maybe it'll be a lot of fun,"</span>he mumbled out.<span style="color: seagreen">"We don't spend much time together."</span><br/><br/>Aiko popped her head out from the kitchen, smiling per the usual. She came to grab a few more dishes, her hand lingering on Tarrok's shoulder for a few seconds, the fingers gently touching his course skin. It was the simple things that made her happy. It was hard not being with him as much as they were together many years ago.