He woke up confused again. Dearly, his eyes opened and he stared at me. His silence made me know something was wrong.

"What is it, baby?" I asked, getting close to his face. My hand went into his hair, loving him.

"What day is it? Um... Is it the morning or the afternoon? Is it... Oh..."

With a gentle smile, I brought his watch up to him. We looked at it together. His lovely face became a smile, too, making my heart bloom.

"Oh. I don't have to wonder," he beamed. "Thank you, darling."

Darling. Said in English. I liked being called that. I kissed him, sweeping my hand to the back of his head, pulling him in. He pressed his lips to mine with more force, and it made me breathe in the clean air and his scent. My hand slid further, down to his back, finding the small of it and I pulled him close. With strength, his arm found my body and wrapped around my back, pressing me close, too. He was doing well.

I pulled away, concerned for him still. "Let's get something to eat," I said, my fingers playing under his shirt. "Are you hungry? I know sometimes you get a little confused if you have low blood sugar."

"Mm." He smiled so beautifully. "You're so smart. Okay."

I nuzzled my nose to his, and this brought on a gorgeous little laugh. I laughed with him, and I adored this moment. Despite being confused, his was in a good mood. It was precious to me.

As quick as I dared, I got him ready for the day. In twenty minutes we were ready, him in some of my casual clothes. I was dressed similarly. We weren't going anywhere today, so it was okay. He yawned as he sat on the bed.

"Are you tired?" I asked, brushing my hair in the mirror. He blinked blearily in his reflection.

"Maybe a little."

He'd seemed fine earlier, as far as strength goes. Had getting ready tired him out? "That's okay, baby. You can take a nap after we eat."

"Okay." Said so small. His eyes closed, a long, languid thing. He blinked rapidly. It was obvious he was trying to keep himself awake.

I went over to my bedside table and picked up my phone. I should have checked it earlier, but I was just so concerned for him, trying to get some food in him. I woke it up, and clicked up his glucose app. Brightly, it told me his sugar was at seventy-nine. Not an emergency, but he definitely needed to eat something before he fell asleep again.

I decided to take the matter into my own hands. "Okay, baby, let's go." The phone slid into my jeans pocket, and I leaned down, my arm going under his knees and leaning him back on the other simultaneously. As I lifted him into the air, he let out the most adorable noise. A small, happy squeal. His arms went around my neck, and his face went to my collar bone. Adorable.

In the middle of the room, I lost it in laughter at is squeal. He was too cute. He giggled with me, and I felt every jump of his body as it was preciously pressed to mine.

In the kitchen, it was obvious that Sawai-san wasn't here yet. I checked my own watch, and saw it was around 6AM again like we saw earlier, putting two and two together. No wonder. But, even so, Sana needed to eat. I didn't feel right waking up my mom, either. It was far too early. With strange conviction, I decided to take it into my own hands again. Where did I get the confidence?

"Okay, let's see here," I said, rubbing my hands together and looking about the kitchen. He stared at me from his chair at the table, and I felt his eyes on my back as I opened various cupboards. I knew where everything was. It had to be easy, right? "I'll make you some eggs and sausage, okay? And toast."

"What, you?" He asked, dumbfounded. He backtracked immediately. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

I giggled a little into my hand. "It's just eggs and sausage, right? How hard can it be? I should learn."

"That's true. It's a good skill to know."

"Yeah. That way, if this ever happens again and no one's around, I can make you breakfast." I turned to him, and he was smiling so warmly, pleased. He nodded, obviously touched. I went back to my work.

I tried to copy what I'd seen him, my mom, and Sawai-san do. I brought down a small bowl, cooking chopsticks, and took out the ingredients. I laid them out, but my finger went to my forehead in thought. How did they begin again?

After about a minute, I heard his cute little giggle. I looked up, and his hands were splayed on the table. He was so adorable sitting there. I'd never seen him from this angle before, from standing at the kitchen. His blonde hair was perfectly framing his face, and he looked kind of small in my clothes. I thought he looked like a little fairy.

"Come here. Bring the stuff." He giggled again, clearly amused by me. He was so cute. Obeying, I clunked down the little bowl in front of him. I brought everything over in waves. By the end, his finger was adorably on his chin. "Sit down opposite me. I'll show you," he said.

I pulled out the chair and sat down, eager to see. With such strength, he pulled the little white bowl towards himself. Expertly, he brought an egg out of the carton and tapped it on the side of the bowl. The egg slipped inside, and he brought out another. He did four eggs total. I realized he was preparing enough for me, too. It warmed my heart. Doing this without even asking.

Gently, he sprinkled in a little salt and some black pepper. A few drops of oil went in, too. He picked up the chopsticks, and he twirled the egg around. In moments, he was really beating it, making it a bit foamy and completely yellow. I watched how he'd broken the yolks individually. I didn't know you had to do that.

He was so strong today. Doing all of this. Did he realize how strong he was?

"Okay, it's ready now," he said, suddenly looking up. "Turn the burner on low heat. I'll be able to see the flame from here, so I'll know if it's on too high. You've got this. It really is simple from here."

He had no idea how wrong that statement was.

As soon as I'd poured the egg mixture into the heated pan, my fists went up to my mouth. "Oh, it's cooking!" I gasped, dancing a little in excitement. He burst into laughter, making me laugh.

"You have to watch it! Eggs cook so quickly. Go on, watch!" He giggled, his own hand over his mouth at me.

The eggs made a unique sound, frying all the time. He directed me to mix them with my chopsticks, further scrambling them. This would prevent any burn, too, which was good advice. They were clumping up, yellow peaks.

"When it looks dry everywhere, that's when it's done," he advised. "Make sure there's nothing overly wet. Scrambled eggs are good, because you can check and that won't ruin it. Imagine if we were trying to make your favorite poached eggs? Those are pretty hard."

"What, are they?" I asked, poking at the eggs. Sudden warmth in my heart. He'd made those for me so many times. Had he made an extra effort for me, and I wasn't even aware?

"Yeah, they're pretty delicate. It took me a long time to figure out how to do it."

"Thank you for making them for me. I had no idea."

"I'd do it every day. I like seeing the smile on your face. You're always so excited."

I turned to him, curious. The content face that met me. Oh, it made everything worth it. His head was tilted a little, his gathered fists on his cheek, as he leaned on his elbows. Watching me with a gentle love.

I put my chopsticks down over the side of the pan, and started to walk to him.

His hand went up. "Oh, watch out!" He gasped. "They'll fall into the fire! Don't walk away!"

I jumped a little, my hands going up. He giggled as I raced back to the pan, picking the chopsticks up again. I held them tightly and safely as I watched him laugh, this warm feeling taking over my entire body. His amusement at me, teaching me these things. They seemed so simple, but it was hard for me. Learning these basics. But, seeing him giggle so cutely. I wanted to learn for him.

Filled with new determination, I turned back to the pan. Most of the wet spots were gone. I began poking and flipping again, checking like he told me.

"Hmm, you know," he said, so serious. I looked up, so sure I was almost done. It was going to be delicious. His face disappeared behind his hands as he started to erupt into laughter again. The grin on my face was unmatched. "You know," he gasped in his laughter. "I just realized. We absolutely could have microwaved this. I can't believe it. It would have been a lot easier."

I wanted to hug him. "You can microwave eggs?" I asked. He was making me so... I had no words for this happy feeling. Joy?

"Yeah. Well, it can be a little tricky. I've had them explode in my face before. That's not fun."

"Ohh. Oh, no, then. I'll fry them. I want to learn for you."

His expression became so cute. "For me?" He asked. His fingers went together in front him. A small blush appeared on his cheeks under the light that hung above the table.

"Yes." I went over to him, holding my chopsticks with me this time. My hand was almost in his hair when he found himself.

"Oh, they'll burn! Eggs cook so quick!" He gasped.

"Oh, right!" I gasped with him. I'd forgotten so fast, just so taken with him that I couldn't pay attention. I raced back to the pan, and found them safe and sound. Completely done, no wet spots. Beautiful scrambled eggs. "They're done!"

"Okay. Turn off the burner. Carefully lift the pan. Don't burn yourself. I don't know what I'd do if you burned yourself."

So caring of me. This warm feeling went to my toes. I did as he asked, and carefully slipped the eggs onto a waiting plate. I'd separate them later, after the sausage was done.

"Ohh, those look good. Good job, darling," he breathed, so pleased with me, using this word that I loved.

"Can I come over to you now, since they're not cooking?" I asked. My hands folded in front of me, waiting for him. Wanting to be near him. This warm feeling was making my toes curl.

"Yes, darling. Come here." His arms spread wide for me. Oh, those lovely arms. My own spread out, too, as I slowly went over to him in a bit of show, wanting him to know how much I loved him. His mouth opened as he saw my grin, the one he likes so much.

I immediately poked him in the face with my still hot chopsticks accidentally. He burst into laughter after his initial gasp at this. I rubbed his cheek, using some of my spit to make it feel better, making concerned noises and apologizing. In the middle of this, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, hugging me so dearly, his head on my shoulder. I hugged him back, my chopsticks far away from him.

He sighed deeply. "I'm so proud of you, honey." He burst into laughter again, every jump felt on my body just like earlier. As we laughed together, I realized what this feeling was.

It was my feeling proud of myself. What a wonderful feeling.