I hope that I'm the first ever to write about something like this in the KWMS archive! Kaichou wa Maid-sama is, of course, not mine. So kindly do your responsibility as a reader and review!
"Mommy, I wanna have a brother or a sister," said the little boy firmly.
Misaki Usui choked and spitted her tea on the dinner table. Takumi Usui, sitting right beside her, chuckled mischievously. She threw him a glare and wiped away the tea dripping from her chin with a tissue, then faced the little boy quite nervously.
"What did you say, Keiichi?" Misaki asked, trying to convince herself mentally that she didn't hear what she just heard.
"I wanna have a brother or a sister," replied the little boy, his green eyes which he inherited from his father clearly stated that he wanted to get what he wanted.
Misaki was dumbstruck; she couldn't even glare at her chuckling husband with the amount of shock the boy gave her.
"Wha – why do you want one?" she asked, yet she perfectly knew why their son wanted a sibling.
"I wanna have someone to play with," Keiichi said like it was common sense. Misaki was feeling a bit dumb now, and the little feeling inside her chest that wanted to smack the living daylights out of her husband was starting to grow quite rapidly, but she couldn't do that in front of their son; it was bad influence.
Misaki started to laugh awkwardly. "But you have your toys, right? Aren't they enough?"
"No," said Keiichi strongly, sternly and firmly. She didn't know what to say next, and Takumi wasn't helping either as he was just chuckling at the situation.
"Ahhh, um . . . I – I'll think about it," Misaki said, receiving a loud "YAY!" from their four year old son. He might have considered that as a 'yes'.
"Hey, why are you the only one who'll think about it?" asked Takumi with a childish pout. "I'm part of the process too, you know," he added with a wink.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! You're not the one who gets a hard time carrying a weight on their belly and having cramps all over for nine whole months!" yelled Misaki, pointing and glaring at her husband, completely forgetting about the bad influence thing.
"But I'm the one who wakes up in the middle of the night to cook escargots and the one who does his best to cope up with his wife's mood swings," Takumi said back with a smirk.
Misaki swore mentally. She lost the fight yet again. What he said was true though.
"Daddy! Bedtime!" Keiichi exclaimed.
"Okay, okay," said Takumi, then flopped the little boy on his back and piggyback-rode his son to his bedroom. Misaki was left in the huge dining room. She sighed and started to clean up.
A few minutes later, Takumi found her cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. Stealthily, he wrapped his arms around her waist, making her flinch and flush furiously. He bent down to whisper in her ear, "So, shall we do something about that sibling Keiichi wanted?"
"YOU PERVERTED OUTER-SPACE ALIEN!"