L's Wife
It takes a special kind of woman to have a famous detective for a husband.

She picked up her strawberry tea and stirred it, before placing the silver spoon down and putting the delicate china to her lips.
After three more cups of tea she made her way out of the tea house and to her car.
It had happened again, he missed their appointed meeting. Mind you that he was the one who made the appointment. She had not asked to meet him knowing he would not be able to make it.
But her husband could be stubborn at times and he insisted on meeting her that Sunday.
She came regardless of the fact that she knew he wouldn't be coming.
It had gotten to the point that she was not even disappointed; in fact she was a bit amused.
She knew he never liked to lose, but she would win every time if she chose to bet if he would come or not.
Five years, it had been half a decade already and she couldn't believe she was still married to that man.
*buzzz*

A text message from her husband.
Acelia, I must apologize for not being able to come. I appreciate the fact that despite my short comings you have the upmost patience with me. Things came up with the latest case so I wasn't able to make it.
Happy fifth anniversary
L

"heh, well I guess I'm surprised he even remembered what today was." she said gently.
Acelia continued on her way home, though she wanted to make a stop at the grocery store first.
She pulled into the parking lot and made her way to get a shopping cart.

"Hey beautiful, want some company?"
The boy was short and eating a chocolate bar, with blonde bangs almost covering his eyes.

"Hello Mello, it's a beautiful evening isn't it?"

"Enough with the chit chat, when are you finally going to become my woman?"
"Hmm, I guess that means you haven't given up on me becoming your wife?"

"Of course not"

"You do know I am older than you by YEARS right? Not only that, but I am married, to your predecessor."

"I am aware."

"Alright I'll say it then. Hmhm. Mello if by some strange occurrence where you and Near were the only men left in the world, I would choose you over Near, happy?" she said for the millionth time. Mello had a strange 'rivalry' with Near, though Near wasn't a willing participant.

"It's obvious you would choose me, I am better than that guy after all" Mello said grudgingly.

Acelia continued on her way towards the store, not really listening as Mello ranted on about God knows what.

She went to get exactly what she needed which she checked off mentally.
Acelia was a nice person, but she really hated being in stores. For some reason the florescent lighting made her itchy and too many people made noises that weren't pleasant to her ears.

"So did he come today?"

"Who?"
"You know who I'm talking about Acelia" he said annoyed.
"No" she responded to his question simply.
"You don't sound very disappointed. Do you even love him?"

"Mmm, maybe" she answered vaguely.

"You can be so difficult sometimes"

She finished loading her groceries to the trunk and headed towards her seat.

"Do you need a ride Mello?"
"Naw I'm good, gotta do some stuff. See you later then"

"bye, don't be out too late. Even if you are a genius you are still a kid after all"
She said in a motherly tone.

She sighed; she knew what people thought of her: cold, uncaring, the ice queen.
But at least he knew. Her husband knew how much she loved him.
He knew just how much she sacrificed in order to be his wife; her identity, her family and friends.
No one who knew her before could know who she was now, or even the fact that she was alive.
But she did it; she married that man despite all she had to sacrifice.
Of all her faults, L thought her biggest was her ability to empathize.
Though Acelia thought it was a positive attribute.
But she did what she did because she saw the loneliness in the man known as L, and she vowed to be there for him, in his abyss of loneliness.

As she watched Mello walk away, though she knew he was a teenager, she felt a pang in her chest. She really wanted to become a mother, but with L away a lot it was a bit difficult.

"Hehe, no worries" she thought mischievously, she had already set up a plan.
At the doctor's she had gotten some fertility pills. And if her calculations were correct L would be home either later today or tomorrow. And she was completely fertile.

Pulling up to her driveway Acelia noticed the lights in her house were on.
L was home.

The door opened as soon as she was on the front porch.

He took her appearance in, her glowing milk skin, a bit more sun-kissed than his own. He saw her soft brown curls, her warm hazel eyes, and her slender lithe form. If he had to describe her, L would say she resembled an elf more than a human. She was graceful and had an important air about her.

Her loose floral dress that reached her knees did nothing to hide her long willowy legs. She was in fact taller than L, though neither really cared. Surprisingly L wasn't as short as most people thought, standing at about five foot ten, when he wasn't slouching. But his lovely wife was even taller, reaching five foot eleven and a half, and since he usually did slouch their height difference was very apparent.

He pulled her inside and closed the door behind her, putting his arms around her for an embrace. She followed suit and held him as well. Then she stepped out of his embrace and made her way towards the kitchen, L followed helping her bring the groceries inside.

"You finished your case?"

"Yeah, I also didn't completely miss our anniversary. We still have a few hours left if you want to go out somewhere." He said apologetically.

"Well I actually want to spend some time at home, I was going to bake something anyway" she responded enticingly.

L hoped she meant what he thought she meant. Just because he was a bit of an odd guy who had an obsession with sweets didn't mean he wasn't a man. And as a man he had some needs.

Acelia wasn't an idiot and she knew exactly what her husband wanted, but she would play dumb for a little while. She set her ingredients in order and started making simple sugar cookies. But she was melting some Belgium chocolate for dipping those cookies and various fruits in.

L settled down on the island counter in their large kitchen. It wasn't that his wife was materialistic, she just loved to cook, and he didn't mind one bit; especially when she was baking something.

He watched as she elegantly moved around the kitchen without a care. His eyes watched her very carefully and when Acelia turned to look at her husband, she saw hunger in his eyes. But she knew it wasn't because of the cookies.

She resumed cleaning and waited until the timer went off, settling herself beside her husband.

"So, how long do I have you for?" she asked softly. She generally spoke in a soft tone, so L didn't miss a beat.

"You say it like I take turns with you and work"

"Well, you are married to your work, so yes, your work and I take turns at having your undivided attention" she replied cheekily.

"Well, so far nothing has caught my interest. But I barely finished my previous case, I guess I'll be here until then."

"Hmmm, well your birthday's coming up soon so let's celebrate it together. You are obliged to stay here until then, even if an extremely interesting case comes up. Promise?"

"I promise"

Then the couple sat in peaceful silence until the timer went off. Acelia got up and pulled the cookies out, and then she checked on the melting chocolate to find it at a perfect consistency. She turned both the stove and the oven off and slapped L's hand away as he tried to reach for a cookie.

"They're hot, wait until they cool a little" she reprimanded kindly.

"But they're good when they're hot" L whined.

She couldn't resist, his huge gray-black eyes always made her lose her resolve.

"Alright, but don't hold it against me if you burn your tongue."

As he grabbed the cookie, she went to the fridge to pull out some strawberries, cherries, and raspberries.

"Sweetheart, I think you should eat some of the fruit as well" she said as she saw L consuming the cookies after dipping them in the chocolate thoroughly.

After their "little" snack, L went to wash up while Acelia prepared for bed. She was ready, she knew now was the chance to get pregnant.

*ring*

Caller: Wammy

"Hello?"

"Hello Acelia, how are you this evening?" came an old familiar voice.

"Oh, hello uncle, everything is fine. How are you?" she asked amiably.

"I am well, I just called to let you know that your husband will be on leave for a little while"

"Huh, leave why?"

"Well, I believe he wants to spend time with you. He told me not to allow you to get involved with Wammy's House matters, if you know what I mean."

"How did he kn- Mello told him, didn't he"

"I'm afraid he did, just let him have his way for now. I promise you that once he finds something that interests him he won't be around for a while"

"Yeah tell me about it, well alright then. Goodnight uncle"

"Goodnight Acelia."

She placed her phone on the nightstand and decided to go straight to sleep. She knew she was being a bit mean, but he started it. He always knew she helped in his cases behind the scenes, but she never told him specifically what it was she did.

'I guess I can't tell Mello anything, one look from L and he goes all fanboy on him' she thought resentfully.

L walked into his room expecting to see his wife excited about him making love to her after all the time they were away from each other, instead he found her sound asleep.

L was disappointed, very disappointed.

He was a great people reader; he thought he read all the signs correctly. Something must've happened, he just didn't know what.

But alas the great detective felt all of his previous adrenaline go away since he wasn't going to get it, then he felt all his pent up fatigue.

The couple was soundly asleep and stayed that way all night long.

Will Acelia get pregnant? Can anyone guess what age they are here? And what will be L's next case? Remember it's almost L's birthday.