On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons Chapter 16

My morning started early.

The alarm clock rang at 5 a.m, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and got out after staying in bed for about 2 minutes.

Although it was better to wake up since it was summer, but it was still cold and you couldn’t part from the futon.

My room in the new house is at the end of the hallway of the first floor.

In the house where we used to live, I was together with my older brother, so I’m still not used to staying in a room by myself. Sometimes, even though there’s no one there, I would turn around and call my brother, it’s very embarrassing.

I was the one who chose the room on the first floor. At first it was supposed to be a room on the second floor, and my dad’s room was supposed to be here.

I think that my father conceded the second floor because it was narrower, but for me this room was better since it was closer to the kitchen and the toilet, so I requested my dad to change with me.

After I left the room, I headed to the sink and washed my face.

I was reflected in the mirror with my unkempt hair and sleepy face.

I turned my gaze upwards a bit while I was brushing my teeth.

The sink was furnished with small accessories.

There were two different colored shavers in a place where I couldn’t reach.

The orange one is my brother’s, and the black one is my father’s. If you asked why they bought two different ones, they each had to find suitable one’s, it seems that it hurts if it’s not suitable.

How troublesome. I wonder if I’ll also use it soon.

Both my father and my older brother are tall. I have to look up all the time, so it hurts my neck.

Both this house and our previous one had many places where I couldn’t reach.

Since I organized the kitchen, most of the stuff are placed within reach, but there are things I can’t do without a step stool for example, replacing the shampoo, bath detergents and light bulbs.

There are some things that I can’t reach even if I use a step stool.

I want to become bigger sooner.

I rinsed my mouth and wiped my face.

I was still sleepy, but there was no time, so let’s hurry up.

I arrived at the dining room.

I turned on the light and took a good look at the room.

It was spacious and pleasant.

A new kitchen, I have to get used to it quickly.

An open style kitchen is amazing. It feels like we’re rich.

I opened the rice cooker, It was bought for me last Christmas, the far infrared pot is amazing. This is one of my favorite things.

My father said that since the rice cooker was something the whole family uses, he’ll buy something else for me, but there isn’t really anything I want.

I decided to buy it after I had something I wanted.

My father smiled wryly and said, “You siblings really aren’t greedy.”

Is that so? I really wanted the rice cooker though.

By the way, my brother tried to look cool and said, “I’m not a kid anymore, so I don’t need a Christmas present.”

Then my father pointed at him, burst into laughter and said, “The guy who said he’s not a kid is spending Christmas at home.”

Even though it’s fine to spend Christmas at home. Actually, the best place to spend it is at home.

Alright, the rice is cooked.

An odor that stimulated my appetite permeated the kitchen, I love this smell.

I took out a frying pan from underneath the sink and placed it on the stove.

I placed a long steeping stool that my father made for me under the stove.

This kitchen was different to the old one and was slightly taller.

I set the frying pan on the fire and went to open the dining room curtains.

It was still dim outside.

I pressed the power button of the air conditioner that was hanging on the wall.

I took the apron hanging at the entrance of the dining room, returned to the kitchen and turned on the ventilator.

I got the yellow apron last year, this is also one of my favorites.

I opened the refrigerator and took out a dish.

Bacon wrapped asparagus that was prepared yesterday evening. I peeled off the cling wrap and placed it in the kitchen.

I picked up the salad oil bottle and poured it around the frying pan.

Now I have to make father’s bento.

My father didn’t change workplaces even though we moved quite far from where we used to live.

Now, it takes him one hour to get to work, a tough work life is about to begin.

Well, it was my father’s who wanted to move, so he has no choice but to do his best.

At least for lunch, I want him to eat something delicious.

It’s been responsibility to make father’s bento since grade 3.

Apparently, we ate convenience store bread up until then. No matter how you put it, it would get dull.

I was still a senior in kindergarten when my mother died.

Both my father and my older brother are very clumsy, but even if I looked at it from my childish perspective, they both did their bests and worked very hard doing things around the house.

I was still young so I couldn’t do anything, but I was able to help little by little and now here I am.

At first, it was cleaning, but just to the extent of finishing what was started.

Next was laundry, just to the extent of putting it in the washing machine.

I was the helper when my brother made dinner, but only to the extent of using the peeler.

It was frustrating.

I did my best every single day. I was extremely lonely after my mother died, but every day was busy so I had no free time to think about it.

If I though about it, my father, my brother and I all clung to mother, so when we lost her, there were definitely plenty of important things we found out for the first time.

“Good morning.”

My father got up.

Honestly, I think it’s improper to leave the collar of the dress shirt open, but my working father is cool.

“Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready.”

I made both the miso soup and the salad yesterday. I just grilled the fish.

“Thanks.”

My father smiled and stroked my head.

“That’s enough, hurry up and prepare.”

After all, he has to shave and I have to tidy up my hair, since there’s not a lot of time in the morning.

“Well, it seems like Kunpei slept in the room after all.”

Come to think of it, since my older brother’s room was being used by the dragon-neechan and the babies, I told him to sleep on the dining room sofa.

“Why?”

“They were crying at night.”

Father laughed while correcting his glasses.

“Babies crying at night is terrible, it seems that it’s the same even with a dragon’s child.”

I did not notice at all.

“Aoi-no-one alone will not let the twin crying go off, because even one person is tough.”

So, why was he in the room?

“Unexpectedly, my eldest son seems to be a good dad.”

I do not really understand.

“Well, since school is still on break, so let him sleep. I could also hear it from my room on the same floor, they were crying every hour.”

“Were you also not able to sleep well?”

It might be better to change the rooms.

“Well, I’m used to it because of you guys, and I’m separated by one room so it wasn’t that bad, Kunpei is probably very tired.”

I wonder if he’s okay just because he said so.

Even if I said this or that, he was the only one with parenting experience.

I kind of feel uncertain but for now, let’s focus on the bento and breakfast. There was less than an hour until my father leaves home.

“Shou, I’m putting a card here, could you give it to Kunpei?”

“Card?”

I wonder why.

My father put something on the table.

Hmm? Is that a credit card?

“There are lots of things you need for a baby. I bought diapers on the way home yesterday, but they’re consumable goods, it’s better if you have it. Also clothes. Baby things are expensive, that’s why use this.”

Really, I didn’t know.

“It’ll be troubling later on if you’re stingy on things like this now, so tell him that even if it’s expensive it doesn’t matter. That guy should know how to use the card.”

“I understand, I will.”

My father nodded and headed towards the washroom.

If I say say myself, the bacon wrapped asparagus was cooked perfectly, it was also seasoned well.

I’ll let it cool for a little and then pack it in the bento.

I put the miso soup pot on the stove and took out the fish from the refrigerator.

I washed the frying pan, wiped it dry then turned on the fire again.

I guess it’ll be done by the time my father comes back.

I removed the wrapped salad bowl from the chilled compartment of the refrigerator.

My shiso flavored dressing is popular, both my father and brother love it.

“Even so…”

My older brother, is a papa, right?

I can not picture it at all.

“Will it be alright?”

I raised my head and looked towards the second floor.

Although I say that, I could only see the ceiling of the kitchen.

It was a quiet morning, a quiet second floor.

There were people I didn’t know, and a brother different than usual, but it didn’t feel that way to me.