In the living room...
Akira sat comfortably on the couch.
On his lap: Miko, Noah, and Mimi—
All three babies perched like tiny baby chicks.
He picked up a muffin from the dessert plate beside him, about to take a bite—
But a tiny hand reached out and snatched it.
Noah stuffed it straight into his mouth with a victorious munch.
Standing in front of Akira were J and K, both watching with amused smiles.
Akira sighed, brushing it off.
"So, as I was saying... if we redo that agenda, then—"
He grabbed another muffin and popped it halfway into his mouth—
Only for Noah to snatch that one too.
J and K both burst into laughter.
Akira blushed slightly, trying not to smile but couldn't help a giggle.
The babies all tried chewing with their two tiny teeth, struggling but determined.
Akira cleared his throat.
"Ahm... Let's focus."
J kept laughing.
Akira frowned. "J."
J grinned. "But I can't control it, boss!"
Akira narrowed his eyes and threw the muffin at J.
Smack!
J yelped. "Ouch!"
The triplets stared at J… then looked at Akira…
And threw their muffins at J too.
Splatt! Bonk! Smack!
"OUCH—! HAHAHA—HEY!! THAT ONE HURT!"
J laughed and screamed as muffin bits hit his shoulder, arm, and forehead.
"B-Boss, not the croiss—"
SMACK
A croissant hit him square in the chest.
Then—
"Ahem. What is going on here?"
A sharp, cold voice from the doorway.
Yuri stood there, arms crossed, glaring.
Moments later...
Akira and the triplets sat on the floor, kneeling with red cheeks.
Yuri had pinched all four of them.
"Very bad manners," Yuri scolded, hands on hips.
"Wasting food... hmm... and hurting an innocent person!"
He pointed at them accusingly.
All four—Akira, Miko, Noah, and Mimi—lowered their heads in perfect sync.
Just then, Yuke walked in, wearing his white coat, fresh from the hospital.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Yuri snapped, "Punishment."
Yuke blinked, then saw Akira kneeling.
"What?! Even brother?"
He chuckled—only for Yuri to glare and punch him on the head.
Thump!
"Ouch! That hurts! What did I do?!"
"You make fun of people," Yuri snapped again.
Yuke flinched and sat down next to Akira, rubbing his head.
Now there were five.
Yuri placed his hands on his hips.
"Now. You four apologize to J."
Akira and the babies lowered their heads again.
Akira spoke for all, "Sorry."
The babies just nodded cutely with innocent blinking eyes.
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Later that week…
The triplets turned 7 months old.
And they officially started crawling.
From the living room to the kitchen, from the hallway to the stairs—
They were everywhere.
The mansion was never peaceful again.
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5:00 a.m. – Garden, early morning mist
Akira was in the garden, shirtless, dressed only in navy-blue track pants.
His body was sweaty, defined muscles flexing with each push-up.
Just then…
A tiny baby crawled toward him.
Akira smiled and froze mid-push-up, holding the position.
The baby gently grabbed Akira's cheeks…
And kissed him on the lips—then sat down cutely.
Akira dropped onto the grass, laughing softly.
"Aww Noah, you already up?"
From behind, a sleepy voice…
"Mmmnn… they woke up at 2:00…"
It was Yuri—rubbing his eyes, yawning, holding Miko in his arms, dressed in his nightsuit.
"Brother… take care of them… yawn… I'm going to sleep."
Akira smiled, "Oh no problem."
Miko wiggled down from Yuri's arms, crawling over to Akira.
He grabbed Akira's hair and used it to stand up…
Then he climbed onto Akira's head.
Akira stayed in push-up position, eyes on Noah, while Miko sat right on his neck.
Then—
Push-up.
Miko giggled, trying to grab Akira's bare back while he moved.
Underneath, Noah crawled and lay down on the exercise mat…
Then lifted his tiny legs, touching Akira's chest mid push-up.
Akira laughed, breathless.
"You want to exercise too?"
Miko crawled down Akira's back…
And Akira started doing push-ups again carefully—because beneath him were now two babies.
One crawling, one lying still.
Then—
Miko tugged at Akira's pants from underneath.
Akira flinched, eyes wide.
"Not in the pants, Miko!" he laughed.
He sat down on the mat, holding Miko in both hands.
Noah crawled over, grabbing Akira's pants and trying to stand up.
Akira, panting, cheeks flushed, sweaty but smiling—
"You guys won't let me exercise, huh… hahah."
Then J entered, wearing a tracksuit, with M beside him—ready for jogging.
Akira handed sleepy Miko to the nanny.
He pulled on the top half of his tracksuit over his bare chest and tied little Noah to his chest with the baby carrier.
He zipped it up gently—just till Noah's chest—so his tiny head could peek out.
Akira smiled, rubbing Noah's back.
"It's still cold outside, so this is the best."
Jogging together…
Akira in the center, J and M beside him.
In the neighborhood streets—calm, quiet—
Until…
Three girls from the neighborhood spotted them—and sprinted over.
Girl 1, Sophia, blushing—
"Good morning, Akira sir!"
The other two chimed in, smiling.
"Good morning!"
Akira nodded, "Morning, girls."
Then they spotted Noah's tiny head peeking from the zipper.
"Aww! So cute! But… why is he making that face?"
Noah was glaring, pouting.
Akira chuckled, gently squeezing his cheeks.
"Yeah, right…"
He unzipped the top, took Noah out, and held him in his arms.
Noah clutched Akira's collar with one hand—
With the other, he made a tiny fist.
Sophia reached out, smiling.
"Aww, come here, cutie—"
As she tried to touch Noah—
BAM!
Noah kicked her in the face.
"Ouch—AHH!" Sophia stumbled.
Akira pulled Noah back, "Are you okay, Sophia?"
Sophia touched her nose. "Puch… my nose…"
Another girl asked, "What type is he, Akira?"
Akira, playing with Noah's cheeks, replied—
"Actually, we're not sure yet. He's only 7 months old… but we're assuming he's an alpha. We'll know for sure at 9 months."
The girls nodded.
But then—
The quiet girl with spectacles spoke. "He's an omega."
Everyone turned.
"Excuse me?" Sophia asked, confused.
The girl, adjusting her glasses, answered confidently—
"I'm sure. He's possessive over his man."
Sophia frowned. "Really, Lola? He's just a baby! You can't call a baby possessive. All babies are like that!"
She turned to Akira.
"Don't pay attention to her. She just stays in her room too long… forgot how to socialize sometimes."
Akira blinked with a confused, bored face.
Lola cleared her throat.
"No, I can prove it. I've been studying this for a while."
Suddenly, she wrapped one arm around Akira's neck in a side-hug.
Noah's pout grew harder.
He was now fuming.
Then—
He grabbed her glasses.
Lola panicked. "No! Give me my glasses back, Noah!"
Noah smirked.
He stretched the frame's arms slowly.
"Okay, okay! I won't touch him again! Look—just give it back!"
Noah smirked again—
And threw the glasses.
But Akira caught them mid-air and handed them back.
"Here you go."
Lola sighed in relief. "Thank you, Akira…"
Sophia groaned. "I told you."
Lola cleaned her throat.
"So he is an omega, Akira."
She looked up.
"Does he always stay around you?"
Akira nodded.
"Yes, most of the time. All of them."
Lola adjusted her specs again.
"Then they all are omegas. It's simple. They're triplets—same type. Omega babies love staying around the strongest alpha in the house. Alpha babies don't behave like that. They're more social and cry more."
Akira, surprised, raised his brow.
"Ohh, I see now… but we do have one crybaby."
Lola nodded.
"Even twins have the same type. And you, being a dominating alpha—a top-tier alpha—they stay close to you because your warmth comforts them the most."
Akira, thoughtful, "Ohh…"
Then suddenly—
A man came running towards them—
Holding a hockey stick.
Sophia and the other two screamed and ran—
Hiding behind Akira.
"Good morning, Mr. Alaski," Akira said with a faint smile, still slightly breathless.
Alaski, standing at the edge of his front gate with a garden hose in hand and a wooden hockey stick resting over his shoulder, raised an eyebrow. "Morning, Mr. Akira. Out jogging again, are we?"
Akira nodded, exhaling. "Yes."
Alaski gave him a proud pat on the arm. "Good, good."
Then, his sharp eyes shifted behind Akira. "And you girls—come out. I already saw you sneaking behind him." His voice carried the sternness of a father used to mischief.
Three sheepish girls stepped out from behind the garden fence, all with long faces.
"I told you to water the garden," Alaski continued with a frown, "but you sprinted off here, huh? Back to the house. Now."
"Yesss, Dad..." they murmured, defeated, dragging their feet as they turned around. One of them blew a playful kiss toward Akira and waved with a shy smile.
Alaski gave Akira a small bow as he passed by, still smiling, eyes soft with amusement. The wooden stick on his shoulder and the old-fashioned bow he gave resembled that of a traditional Japanese father—stern, honorable, and secretly fond.
Akira smiled back politely and turned toward home. He lifted Noah high in both hands, holding him like a tiny airplane in the morning breeze. The baby burst into a soft giggle, kicking his feet.
"So," Akira murmured, gazing up at him, "you're an omega, huh?"
Noah laughed again, tiny fingers reaching toward his face.
Akira's expression softened into a warm smile. "Who cares about the type... when you're this cute?"
He pulled Noah close, cradling him in his arms and walking up the path. "Also... it's best if you're an omega," he whispered into the baby's ear, "then you don't have to even look at the underworld, my little best."
As he stepped through the main gate of the house, a sudden wail echoed from inside:
"Uuuuwahhhhhh!"
Akira stopped mid-step and looked down at Noah, who blinked at the noise.
"Looks like your brothers woke up," he said with a soft chuckle.
Noah gave a little squeal of joy, as if already excited to see them. Both of them smiled.