A/n: My lip hurts from shutting it in a keychain, I'm a fail multi-tasker but I'm trying to watch HetaHazard and type this, my concentration is being broken my sister's music playing on the stereo next to me, and I'm crying because this is the last chapter of this story and I really don't want it to end…. Long long end note at the end okay?

Atobe's: Past, Present, and Future

100 - Atobe's: Past, Present, and Future

The backyard was roaring with noise as the party flew into full swing. Small children ran around the large yard screaming with glee, a few young adults chased after them while others sat in chairs around the yard with the youngest children, and the older guests sat on the patio under the protection of the shade.

Jirou smiled as he came out of the house carrying a plate of uncooked hamburgers and hotdogs. "I brought some more," he declared as he approached Keigo – the forty-seven year old standing in front of the grill.

Keigo smiled as the blonde placed the plate on the tray on the side of the grill, "Thank you, love."

As he bent over to place a gentle kiss onto his husband's lips, a voice squealed, "Aw~! Rina, look our babies are kissing!" Keigo's lips turned down as he turned to look at his mother – the women leaning back in one of the patio chairs with an iced tea on the tray next to her and her head of gray hair sweeping around her shoulders with the same shine it had had when she was younger.

"Mom," he groaned, "I'm forty-seven, I'm hardly a baby."

Akira grinned, "You're always going to be my baby, dear."

"But-"

"It's better not to argue with your mother, Keigo," Keisuke cut in from his spot to Akira's left – Rina sitting on her right. "She's always going to win no matter what you counter her attacks with."

Akira gasped as she smacked his chest, "Stop making it sound like I'm a monster."

"That's debatable," Keisuke huffed under his breath. Takuya laughed as Akira smacked him again.

"What's going on over here?" a new voice cut in. The group of six turned their heads up to find Syaoran stepping onto the patio – his face drenched with sweat. "Could someone hand me a bottle of water?"

Jirou grabbed a water bottle from the cooler next to the grill and tossed it at him. He watched as Syaoran tilted his head back and drank half the bottle before laughing, "Finding it difficult to have an eight year old?"

Syaoran laughed, "I thought she'd be less energetic since Kasuki's a girl but clearly I was wrong."

Jirou smiled, "I know firsthand that nothing changes until later. All children want to run around and scream – it's just how they do it."

"Look at my baby being all wise," Rina joked – turning her head to talk to Akira.

Keiichi stepped out onto the patio a moment later, "Who's being all wise?"

"Your mom," Syaoran replied as he crossed to the glass door. He wrapped his arms around Keiichi and kissed his cheek, "Where've you been?"

"I told you I was going to get beer," Keiichi answered – holding up the case in his hand. "You know that mom and dad don't stock Bud Light and I'm not drinking that stuff they drink."

Syaoran nodded, "True. Now give me one."

As the whitenette reached for one, Keiichi pulled back, "Um, no. You're playing with the kids – remember? I'm not letting my niece or my daughter get hurt because you're being an idiot."

Syaoran reached for the case again, "I'm perfectly capable of watching a two year old and an eight year old while I'm buzzed."

"Except you don't get buzzed," Hikari cut in as she joined the argument between her brother and his husband. "You go from sober too plastered without an in-between."

Akira grinned, "I think you've just been vetoed, Syaoran." She stretched her leg out and lightly pushed Syaoran's butt so the boy stumbled forward, "Go play with the kids now. My great-grandbabies need watched."

Syaoran laughed as he ran back out into the yard with a call of, "I'm coming for you girls!" His proclamation was followed by the squealing of the two girls as they ran away from him.

Keiichi smiled as he plopped down in the beach chair next to Takuya – his maternal grandfather sitting to Keisuke's left. He moved the chair so he was practically laying down and popped the cap off his beer bottle, "Now this is the life."

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E/n: So this story has been the… focus point of my life basically for over a year now. I've read this story over and over so many times that I've got some of these memorized now and I'm proud of myself for the growth that these show.

But none of that wouldn't of been possible without the support of every single one of you - from the people who just favorite last week to the people who favorited the first day I posted. You are all important to me and I hope all of you will read my next story – It's Not All About Tennis when it comes out in May of 2012.

Thank You.