AN: Eyas ei! Here's a quickie-made chapter! Again, the way I perceive my works is like an omake (thanks a lot to MiM_mikko for inspiring me!) Maybe it is due to my very limited time as well that I am writing like this, but I know to myself that I really want to be an artist (so I can draw lots of DaiHaru!) c:

This story has a touch of my professor's anecdote. And she is my thesis adviser now haha!

Disclaimer: Never will I own Pokémon; though I own this story and its image.

"Steven, aren't their outfits too flashy?"

"I don't see anything wrong with how Wallace designed them in line with the Pokémon Trainers' School's foundation day's theme for this year."

"Steven, what if Stayne commits a mistake while presenting?"

"I highly doubt it, May. He had practiced every day for this."

"Steven, isn't his body too stiff?"

"I am convinced he has -"

"Steven, the stage appears to be too elevated for preschoolers!"

"The faculty -"

"Oh my! The song is starting to play!"

"Yeah -"

"Look! Stayne's at the center!"

"May -"

"Steven, how was it watching me grow?"

Among her questions, it was that which made him tear away his gaze from their son performing on stage. His attention shifted to his wife, whose fixed look was firmly following the little boy's movements - every step and pace of him. Her hands were clenched above her chest, as if pounding them lightly against it to minimize her uneasiness. She was extremely nervous for their child's first public performance that her facial expression could not be painted.

"Watching you grow was...," he stopped once his eyes caught a bizarre, yet heartwarming scene from May's motherly side. Tears of mixed emotions were meandering down her florid cheeks as she was projecting the same steps the children on stage were dancing. Despite not being as animated as the kids, her movements were just in sync with the beat - like a momentum that was randomly brought out by the will to be in the moment.

Taking advantage of holding the video camera, Steven instantly changed the focus of it. Instead of capturing Stayne's performance or of aiming at May's bit motherhood, he took a few steps behind to capture both of his beloved son and wife - together in one screen video.

Watching you grow was something I've always done from afar, he mused as he kept an eye at the screen.

Watching you grow was something that made me incredibly fulfilled. Stayne's huge grin never left his face in enjoyment of what he was doing. Out of all the young performers, he was emitting the most vibrant aura - arms were swaying like a leaf that was wafting from here and there, legs were stomping in rhythm, eyes were vigorously depicting a tireless energy, and hips were shaking, wiggling, and wagging.

Watching you grow was...is something I look forward to each day. Meanwhile, May was happily singing the song as she also did the same, blended with some twists and claps. It seemed like she had memorized the dance steps to act as an instructor - or at least, to dance with him, at that occasion. The traces of her tears had dried that when Steven discerned them, they were just glistening underneath the stage lights - another ornament for her enchanting charm.

He then laid his eyes on May - the actual her who had just noticed that she was being recorded as well. She gave him a flying kiss with her two hands and let out an adorable beam - enough to lurch even the hardest Steel and the toughest Rock-types.

And by watching you grow, I set my mind at rest that you are the one I want to grow with.