A/N: from otpprompts on tumblr. "Imagine your OTP being voted cutest couple in their high school yearbook." I died and wrote all this.

"JUNIOR! YOU CAN'T EAT THAT. I'M TELLING ON DAD!" Amelia screeched from the living room. Arthur, who was drinking his afternoon tea, and Alfred, who was making dinner, both were alarmed and ready to deal with the crisis.

"Amelia Jones! You let go of your brother's face." Arthur commanded as he crouched down and pulled the little girl away from the littler boy. Amelia let go in a teary eyed pout and buried her face in Arthur's chest.

"Why is it that she's my daughter when she's in trouble?" Alfred cracked a discontent smile while Arthur scowled. Alfred's attention was soon diverted to his little boy. Junior had started to wail at this point so Alfred picked his up, cuddled him, and tossed him in the air a few times.

"So what was-"

"Amelia didn't do anything bad! She was stopping Junior from eating Daddy's yearbook. Don't be mad at Amelia." She started to hiccup and speak in third person. Something she only did when she was either panicking or trying to coax people to her side.

Alfred and Arthur then realized that, indeed, their yearbook was out of its place on the book shelf and on the floor. With a side of the hard cover slobbered. Of course, no teeth meant no real damage.

Junior was giggled in Alfred's arms, unaware of the trouble he had caused. Alfred sighed deeply and blew a raspberry on Junior's plump cheek. More giggling.

"Amelia, thank you for protecting Daddy's yearbook. I'm sorry I yelled at you. Just next time, let's not pull on Junior's head or face or any other part of his body. Sound good to you?" Arthur kissed his little girl's forehead. She smiled and nodded excitedly. This meant no punishment.

"Yessir!" She even saluted. With the wrong hand, granted, but Alfred was so proud of his little trouper.

"And for you Arthur Jr.! You can't eat books. No matter how boring they are!" Alfred scrunched his eyebrows in a mock anger. Junior's face dropped and he nodded.

"'M sowwee." Junior cuddled into Alfred's neck.

"Um...Daddy?" Amelia brought the attention back to her.

"Yes, sweetie?" Arthur and Alfred watched as the little girl flipped through the pages of the yearbook until she stopped and pointed. Alfred sat down next to Arthur with Junior in his lap.

The picture she was pointing at was an image of Arthur and Alfred covered in mess that was every color of the rainbow in every form. Both were smiling at each other and holding each other in a way that it seemed as though they just finished kissing. Or just about to.

"What happened? Daddy and Dad are the cutest couple? In the world?" Amelia read off the page. She was pretty intelligent for a seven year old. Probably got her genes from Arthur.

"Yes."

"No."

Arthur and Alfred looked at each other. Amelia looked back and forth, confused.

"Arthur, we are the cutest couple-" Alfred started.

"NOT in the world. That's all opinion based. This superlative only applied to our high school careers. And-"

Alfred kissed Arthur to hush him. When he pulled away, Arthur was bright red and speechless. No matter how long the four of them had been together, Arthur could never get used to showing public displays of affection.

"We are the cutest couple in the world. And that's a fact. Isn't that right, Amy?"

To which Amelia nodded and jumped onto Arthur's lap. No longer red, Arthur ruffled his daughter's hair.

"But, I still don't get what that all is in Daddy's and Dad's hair and clothes."

"Your Dad thought I would appreciate a cake, party poppers, fireworks, balloons, and sparkles all at the same time." Arthur rolled his eyes and softly scowled at his husband.

"Messy." Amelia shook her head at her Dad. Alfred's jaw dropped.

"Gilbert said that's what you liked! How was I supposed to know that he just wanted it to be a big event?" Alfred pouted. To which Junior reached up and grabbed his Dad's cheek to make his feel better.

"Uncle Gilbert?" Amelia perked up. Arthur and Alfred exchanged looks.

"Yes, Uncle Gilbert. He made a big party out of everything. I'm sure you can guess what that was like." Arthur sighed and all the energy in his body left him in an instant. Gilbert was someone you wanted at a party to liven things up. But he wasn't someone you wanted to host.

Amelia giggled. "I like Uncle Gilbert!"

"Of course you do." Arthur laughed nervously. Crisis diverted and curious questions answered, Alfred put Junior on the ground and went back to his cooking. Arthur put the yearbook away.

"WAIIIIT. You aren't gonna tell me what happened?" Amelia grabbed onto her Daddy's leg. Arthur crouched back down. He put a hand on Amelia's head.

"Your Dad confessed and asked me out. He embarrassed himself. I nearly passed out of second-hand embarrassment. But I said yes to him. And here we are. And here you two are." Arthur bopped Amelia and Junior's nose.

"The end?" Amelia frowned. It was too short and boring. Bleh, no fun.

"Well, it's not the end yet. But for that picture, yes. That's the end of the story behind it." Arthur walked back to his tea. Amelia just sat on the ground next to Junior. The little boy crawled over and put his head on Amelia's lap.

"Amee, Amee." He giggled and rolled side to side.

"Hi, Junior." Amelia brushed away the strands of hair in Junior's face. "You want to know too. Shhh. I'm gonna ask Uncle Gilbert when he comes to play." Junior burst out in a screeching giggle.

A/N: I have a plan for this. It's gonna be fluffy af. Like my goal is to make every incapacitated with the amount of cute.