Life had been pretty mundane ever since the world had returned to normal. Every living people who had surpassed the grueling days of hell were able to reconstruct what was destroyed in those years and reform them into something better, and for the thing that were not recoverable, they accepted the harsh truth and moved on. It may sound good and for the better, but for a certain man who reached his thirties, that really didn't suit him at all. Living a quiet life, seeing the same people at his new home every single day, doing the same thing as his daily routine had bore him out more than he can even imagine. Sometimes, he wished that another hell will rise up so he can beat the shit out of them again, but in the end, he rather cherish this peaceful life than suffer another possible traumatic events he rather not experience again.

Speaking of life, he was restfully sitting on a comfortable, expensive-looking couch while he reminiscent about his life from the past. The man was actually waiting for whatever surprise they planned for him, so they forbid him to go anywhere other than the living room. Sadly, he could not even wander around the area to find something to occupy himself with. They were pretty strict, especially her, his beloved wife. Their children obey their mother without uttering a word of complain, but much to his dismay, they tend to tease him before they obey his command. Those picky little punks. He shook his head with a small smirk. Recalling that demanding voice of hers really ignite his bad side.

Ragna.

Just a call of his name, his body became stiff, steeling himself with whatever words she was about to speak.

Our children have planned something for you. I have myself involved as well, since I am part of this "surprise" they have come up. Please do obey their wish and do not move a muscle in the living room.

He could not complain, not with her stern look. He could not even speak at all. His emotion got mixed up as he could only look at her with wide eyes. What was the plan they were talking about? What made their children come up with whatever surprise they came up? Also, she agreed to be part of their childish scheme? It was starting to get more and more interesting for him.

She noticed his surprised reaction. Her face softened up and a small, sweet smile formed on her lips.

Please, Ragna.

With a blink of an eye, Ragna was sitting on the living couch. He was a sucker for her rare, genuine smile that he so wish to see more often. With that, the woman left the living room and disappeared to the kitchen.

Ragna found himself grinning like an idiot as he regained her composure. He slapped his forehead for showing something as goofy as a toothy grin. He sighed, shook his head, and waited. This surprise better be worth the wait.

Like a response to his musings, a loud, small female voice emerged from the kitchen. "Daddy! If you can hear me, come here in the kitchen!"

Ah, finally. The wait was finally over. Or so he thought.

"Whoops! Wrong call, Daddy! I meant to say don't come here in the kitchen! Sorry!"

Argh! That peppy little girl! He was ready to run through the kitchen too. Oh well. Might as well take a nap while they're at it. The man laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. Drowsiness soon got the best of him as he loudly snored on the living room, it was audible in the kitchen.

A/N: Since this is a drabble, I decided to make it a two-shots instead, so I won't be pressured on writing the other half.