Warnings: fluff, anti-canon, etc. plus ever-so-slight sexual content.
Notes: Enjoy~~

Deadline

She always hated the days before his deadline...it meant she would get absolutely no attention.

Yukiko pouted, crossing her arms. "Yuuusakuuu~~" She whined. "I really wanted to spend a nice night with you. Can't you be late just once?"

Her husband of less than a year sighed. "Yukiko, I haven't been late yet and I really don't want to start now. My editors will kill me. I wish it were farther away. I hate deadlines."

The blonde sighed. "I really wanted to talk to you tonight, so can you at least break for dinner?"

Yusaku glanced at his wife before nodding. She would not leave him alone until he had dinner with her, so it was easiest to just do it now. "Do we have to go out?"

"No, I cooked a meal for us already." Yukiko said proudly, leading him into the kitchen. "I'm going to be a great housewife!"

The author smiled at the dishes before him. "Everything looks wonderful."

They ate quickly, and he described the plot of his novel--minus the murderer's identity. She always pouted, asking him to tell her, but every time he told her that she would have to read it and figure it out on her own.

She did not always guess correctly.

As the couple finished up, Yukiko cleared her throat. "I'm glad that you like writing so much."

Yusaku nodded. "If my novels keep selling like they do, we should be set for life."

The former actress gazed down at the table awkwardly.

"Something's wrong." He noted. "I know you get bored before my deadlines, but you're especially needy tonight."

She turned back to him, meeting his eyes and summoning her courage. He saw her shoulders straighten. "You know how you've never been late?"

Recalling their earlier discussion, Yusaku nodded. "Yes?"

Yukiko continued her determined gaze. "I haven't been late before, either."

The author frowned. "Yukiko, are you trying to tell me that you're...?"

"I have a deadline too, now." She smiled sweetly at him, getting out of her chair. "A little less than nine months from now! I think mine's much more important than yours, too."

He stood up and headed around the table to embrace her. "It can't come soon enough."