Song Of Hope: This is gonna be 22 months, and you'll find out why pretty soon. R&R

"I am going to kill him. I am so going to kill him!" Hope, now 20, was sitting in her bathroom, wearing a white t-shirt and some plaid shorts. Her brown hair was now very curly, and in a very River Song style, she grew another two inches, and her form become even more developed than before (which was no starting to cause some back problems). Looking graceful, she seemed to look like a fine young woman. Not many would be able to tell just by looking at her the scars of her past, and the personality that shows that she is far from graceful, both in personality and in behavior, unless they knew how to read her hazel eyes. If she were graceful, she certainly would not have married the most hotheaded Blader in the world. And her problems at this time are all traced back to him.

Trying to brush those thoughts aside about her husband, she got up, washed her hands, and then walked out, very pissed off since trying not to think about the situation only made her angrier. She went back to her king sized bed with a green comforter, and tried to go back to sleep. It did not work, only made her even angrier about what had happened. So, instead of trying to get back to sleep, she finally decided to just get up and have some breakfast.

Throwing on her creamy yellow robe, she left her bedroom to go to a black and white kitchen, with black countertops and white cabinets. Going through and seeing that there was barely anything available, she went to the black refrigerator, grabbed the stuff for scrambled eggs (eggs, cheese, milk), as well as a jar of pickles. Fixing herself some scrambled eggs, she sat down to eat, eating both the scrambled eggs and whole pickles at the same time. She frowned at a pickle as she started to eat it.

"When he gets home, he's so dead!" Then, she began to wonder. "Where did he go anyway?" Her face showed anger once again. "He didn't even tell me that! He just took the car keys and left! Ugh, he's SO sleeping on the couch tonight!"

Far Away

"I mean, I just don't get it! Why is she acting like this?! She's never acted like that before! I'd do something about it, but if I yell she starts crying as if I burned her or something and I absolutely CAN'T stand the pitch of her crying because it's so high and loud and she keeps threatening to make me sleep on the couch or that she'll sleep on the couch until I get her what she wants. It's just insane! If I don't go and get her a gallon of freaking ice cream, she'll go into a fit of rage and then get really depressed! I just don't know what to do!" A man was running his tanned hand through his wild teal green hair, his eyes showing frustration. He was standing at the counter of a store, where a brunette with short hair and aqua blue eyes looked somewhat amused. The man had a very lean figure with noticeable, but not bulgy, muscles, and was tall. The only things marring him were four scars under his eyes, two under each eye, and in a somewhat cross style. The woman was very refined and graceful looking, and she truly was, unless she lost her temper. Many would think that these two were much closer then they really are by the way there were at the moment.

Not caring for what it may have seemed like to anyone, not even to this man, she started laughing calmly, in an amused manner. The man looked pretty pissed.

"What's so funny Madoka?! I came to you in person because I didn't want Hope yelling at me, and now you're laughing at me?!" Madoka stopped her soft laughing and looked at the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry Kyoya, it's just hard to believe that you don't know what's going on, especially since you have a younger brother. You guys were gone on your honeymoon in Hawaii for a week, right? Well, let me ask you this. Has she demanded you get any weird foods?" He shook his head.

"No. The closest to weird that she's been demanding is a lot of strawberry ice cream, Cheetos, potato chips, and pickles." Madoka perked up a bit at that last word.

"Pickles? You do know that she absolutely despises pickles, right? She wouldn't eat one if her life depended on it." Kyoya shook his head.

"That can't be true. She's been insane about pickles ever since the night after the wedding." Madoka laughed even more, so much that little tears were at the corners of her eyes. "Quit laughing at me!" She wiped away the tears.

"You're usually so sharp! I think her state right now is affecting you too. I can tell you this much." She leaned forward on the counter. "You're gonna want to get a pediatrician soon." She stood up straight and turned around, putting some things away on the shelves behind her. "Now, come on, I've gotta open up the store today! I only let you in before the store opened because of what you needed to talk about." She turned her head towards him. "Oh, and if she's gone out of the house even once on her own recently, then you might want to check your bathroom garbage." She turned around, walked out from behind the counter, turned him around, and started pushing him towards the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" She smiled deviously.

"You made me open late. Now I'm gonna have a lot of work to catch up on. So, this will be your penalty." She pushed the door open and shoved him outside, into a giant crowd of young Bladers. "Hey, look who's here! It's the Legendary Blader Kyoya Tategami!" She quickly closed the door before he could get back in. Suddenly, young Bladers that wanted him to sign their Beys and get a picture swamped him. Since he could not exactly hit kids, he had to oblige, at least until they went in, remembering that they needed their Beys fixed.

Later

Kyoya's blue sleeveless t-shirt and his blue jeans were now totally messed up from the earlier event. Now in his green Toyota Avensis, he pulled out his cell and called someone, hoping they might have the answers.

"Hello?"

"Tsubasa, what the hell is a pediatrician?"

"Nice to talk to you too. A pediatrician is a doctor that specializes in taking care of children. They work with kids from birth to 15 years old. Why?" Kyoya shrugged.

"I was talking today with Madoka about what's been going on lately, and she said," he stopped in mid sentence, realization hitting him like a dodge ball to the face.

"Kyoya? You still there?" He snapped out of it and nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry, I've gotta go."

"Kyoya, wait, what's goi-!" Kyoya hung up before Tsubasa finished. His foot slammed down on the pedal as he sped home.

"I am such an idiot! Why didn't I realize it before?!"

Later - Far Away

He parked in the driveway in front of a small white house, shot out of the car, and ran inside. Sitting at a black dinning table was none other than Hope, still in her creamy yellow robe. She looked very pissed off.

"There you are! Where have yo-!?" She did not get to finish. Kyoya swept her off her seat and kissed her while spinning around. After a couple spins, he let her go. She then proceeded to slap him across the face.

"What the hell was that?!" He rubbed where she had slapped him.

"I thought that this would be a lot happier. You're pregnant, aren't you?" She went from mad to embarrassed, her face blushing.

"How, how did you find out?"

"I put the pieces together, plus Madoka told you actually hate pickles." Hope nodded.

"I know! I absolutely cannot stand pickles, but for some reason I keep craving them." Kyoya couldn't help but smile.

"Then that means what I think it means, right? You're pregnant, right?" She nodded.

"Yes, and I'm going to kill you! We just got married two weeks ago, and now I'm freaking pregnant!" She then proceeded to kick him in the balls.

As Kyoya recovered from that blow, he could tell that this was not gonna be an easy 9 months.

Song Of Hope: Okay, so this was more of a one-shot than a drabble, but the rest really will be drabbles! R&R