The Daily Escapades Of The Uesugi Family - All Entry 1
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Warnings = children, family, food
Excerpt = Having breakfast in bed while celebrating his birthday with his wife and children was something the old Kenshin would never even imagine but this Kenshin loved this moment more than any battle.
In the early hours of the morning, a clatter could be heard in the kitchen. However, the majority of the residents at Kasugayama castle were still sleeping, all except Y/n and three sets of small pitter pattering feet.
Today was Kenshin’s birthday and his children wanted to wake him up with his favourite pickled plum porridge for breakfast. They were all trying their hardest to stay quiet as their mother Y/n directed them on what to prepare and how to mix the ingredients.
The clatter had come from Chisai, the youngest of the bunch who is just a toddler, his mother had lifted him up and sat him on the counter so he could also join in. He was mixing so dutifully with all the strength in his little arms but then the spoon fell from his tiny fingers and clanged against the inside of the bowl.
All eight eyes zeroed in on the spoon and Chisai looked around at his mother and siblings, his light brown hair ruffled as he looked down, his lip trembling and he looked like he was about to cry.
“It’s okay Chisai” Y/n stroked his cheek before picking the spoon up and wiping the handle before putting it back in the bowl. “See, everything’s fine, we can just pick it up just like this and carry on”. She reassured him lovingly and his siblings joined in.
“Yeah, it wasn’t even that loud so don’t cry” Kensuro, his older brother declared as he smiled bright and wide at his brother to cheer him up.
“Father is still asleep, else he would have come through that door already” Kohana spoke plainly and evidently as she pointed towards the entrance to the kitchen.
Chisai sniffled once before giving a small nod. He reached to grab the mixing spoon tightly and carried on mixing the cut up pickled plums with the rice, making sure they were thoroughly incorporated throughout the dish.
“You did such a good job sweetie” Y/n praised, carrying her toddler son off the counter and placing him back on the floor. “Now I'm going to boil this over the fire. Kensuro, can you chop the scallions please?” Y/n asked while emptying the bowl into a pot and carrying it over to the stove.
“Sure, I can show you all my skills” he grinned, reaching for the vegetable knife. Soon all was left was mostly uniform rings of onion. He stepped back, showing off his small mound of them with a pleased expression.
Unfortunately, Kenshin had actually woken up at the loud sound, discovered his wife missing and followed the sounds of laughter and the smell of his favourite pickled plums to the kitchen.
The door was slightly ajar so he looked inside and saw his children were hard at work. He caught his wife's eye and placed his finger over his lips before stealthily walking away.
“While the porridge simmers for half an hour, you can all help make some miso soup to go along with it” their mother suggested, looking away from the door, hoping her husband was far enough away from the kitchen by now.
Y/n stirred the pot in intervals to make sure it didn't stick to the sides or bottom, frequently looking over her shoulder to check on her children, their antics causing her to laugh occasionally.
“Father is not going to want more scallions when we are already putting some on his porridge” Kohana protested, dragging the warm bowl away from her brother and his handful of green onions.
“But I chopped too many” Kensuro complained, trying to take the bowl back from her, dropping a few small pieces of the vegetable on the floor which caused Y/n to lecture them on kitchen safety.
Meanwhile, Chisai was in his own world, ripping off messy strips of seaweed while his siblings bickered. A few strips might have made their way into his mouth.
“Dad! Wake up” Kensuro shouted, bursting into the room. Y/n shook her head at her son's mischievousness, some manners he just stubbornly disregarded, he was the opposite of his sister in that regard.
Kenshin pretended that his son's yell had woke him from his slumber. He sat up, faking a yawn and covering it with his palm.
Kensuro and Kohana carried the food over to place on the lacquered bedside tray. Chisai was tasked to hold the cutlery. Their mother followed behind them, shooting her husband a knowing but thankful smile.
“Happy birthday!” All three children said in unison, followed by the different titles in which they call him.
“Thank you” Kenshin spoke. Chisai held out the spoon for him, Kenshin took it before dipping it into the porridge and bringing it to his mouth. “It's delicious” he smiled and then picked up the smaller bowl to take a sip of the miso soup.
“We helped mom make it to surprise you” Kensuro confessed. “I chopped the scallions” he bragged with a proud grin, which made his sister sigh internally.
Chisai crawled onto the futon, wriggling his way in close to Kenshin. He looked hungrily into the bowl of porridge which was topped with four whole pickled plums, way more than a usual person would have.
“Do you want some? Here” Kenshin offered, scooping some up on his spoon and swooping it through the air like he'd seen Y/n do before, then he brought it to his young son's mouth.
Y/n chuckled and Chisai giggled happily, opening his mouth to taste the breakfast. “Yum!” he squealed, swallowing.
“Me, me!. I want some too” begged Kensuro. Kenshin passed the spoon over to his chocolate haired son. He was happy to share his special meal with his children that he loved, after all they were the ones to make it.
“We made it for, father. You two should let him eat it” Kohana grumbled, watching her older brother brazenly put one of the pickled plums into his mouth.
Y/n placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. “Don't worry, we have some left in the pot” she assured.
“For once it's actually convenient that Kensuro went overboard” scoffed Kohana. Her mother hummed questioningly so she clarified by saying “There's lots of scallions left”.
“Hey! I can hear you, you know?” Kensuro huffed and everyone laughed at the pouty expression on his face. Kenshin let the laughter of those he loved fill him, he now liked peaceful times like these.
Having breakfast in bed while celebrating his birthday with his wife and children was something the old Kenshin would never even imagine but this Kenshin loved this moment more than any battle.
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