Disclaimer: I do not own My Forged Wedding or any of the characters within.

Well, my return to Fanfiction shall be in the form of a story based on a mobile dating simulator, but I don't care cause it's freaking adorable and awesome. Anyways, Saeki's my favorite and I wanted to do something dramatic so I hope you guys enjoy! (And for those of you who read my other projects and are waiting on those, I am working on them, so rest easy. Or yell at me. Whichever you prefer.)

These Broken Pieces

Chapter 1

A Blissful Morning

The smell of coffee was making her nauseous. Aika had opened a window to help, but it wasn't doing much. Was it just a bad batch of coffee beans?

It's probably best I don't give any to Takamasa, just in case. Aika thought. It would mess with his schedule, but she didn't want him getting sick from it. She'd buy more for later. She was just about to turn off the machine when a pair of arms snaked around her waist, making her jump a little. Damn, he was always so quiet.

"Your coffee smells especially good this morning," he whispered before kissing her neck. She merely huffed. After a year of marriage and two years of living with him, she had gotten used to his antics. He wasn't met with so much resistance anymore as he was with indifference. Aika found that was the best way to ward off his advances when she wasn't in the mood.

"You think so?" She asked with a frown, absentmindedly playing with his hair. "I think it smells a little off."

"No, I think it may be your best pot yet," he said. Aika rolled her eyes.

"You say that about all of them," she muttered, pouring him a cup. "Here, tell me how it tastes." She stepped out of his arms as he brought the cup to his lips. He smiled as he smelled the aroma before taking a sip. Aika did her best to keep her face blank but the strong urge to vomit was slowly making its way up.

Saeki smiled in satisfaction. "I told you, your best pot yet," he said. Aika frowned. Then why did it smell so bad to her?

"Well, then, it's all yours," she said, rushing out of the kitchen and to the bedroom. Hopefully she could shut the door and block the smell out.

"Honey, are you alright?" Saeki's concerned voice was right behind. As was the smell of the coffee. Aika whirled on him, standing in the door way to their room.

"Do not bring that in here," she said firmly. Saeki frowned, looking at the coffee. He may have teased her, but seeing the glare on her face-a glare he so rarely saw-he thought better of it, going to put the mug on the table. Aika seemed visibly relieved as she walked back to the bedroom, throwing the window open and dropping on the bed. The nausea was fading already.

"Honey, is it that time of month?" Saeki asked, laying down beside her.

"No," Aika huffed. "That's not the answer to everything wrong with a woman. I'm just not feeling good I guess. Maybe I'm sick of coffee." Saeki let out a mock gasp.

"But if you're sick of coffee, you won't make me anymore!" He said. Aika let out a chuckle.

"Of course I'll still make you coffee," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "Don't be so over dramatic."

"Me? Dramatic? Well, I've never heard of such a thing." Aika rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure," she muttered, rolling over so her back was to him. He wound his arms around her and pulled her right against him.

"I know how to make you feel better," he whispered in her ear before nibbling on it playfully.

"I shudder to ask what that is," Aika sighed. Saeki had that glint in his eye.

"You be the exhausted business woman-" Aika cut him off with a groan as she turned to face him.

"Why must it always be a business woman?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Why can't it just be the doting husband comforting his sick wife?" Saeki smiled softly.

"Very well, since you're sick we can play by your rules," he said kissing her. Aika smiled into the kiss before a whining sound came from the side of the bed. They both looked over to see Cocona looking at them, holding her leash in her mouth.

"She needs outside," Aika smiled. Saeki groaned.

"She has the worst timing." He muttered. Aika giggled at him, kissing his cheek.

"Go let her out, I'll be waiting right here," she said.

"You promise?" Saeki asked. Aika smiled as she nodded.

"Go, before she uses the floor as her toilet," Aika chuckled. Saeki smiled, kissing her once more before he went to let the dog out. Aika smiled as she rested her head on the pillow. She'd never been this happy before. She had a loving husband that her parents accepted, not easily, of course. She had wonderful friends, both in Tokyo and Kyushu. She had a good job and a good, adorable dog. There was only one thing that could make it better. One thing there were working on but were quickly learning that it was something they needed patience with. A lot of patience.

Aika pulled the blanket over herself and laid there, lost in her thoughts, thinking of how Saeki would be with a baby. He was fine with Shun, but Shun was certainly not a baby and it did take a lot of work for him and Shun to get along.

I'm sure he'll be fine, once he gets the hang of it. Aika thought, a small smile on her face as she looked out the window. The nausea that she had forgotten hit her like a title wave and sent her running to the bathroom.

She had been sick for a few days now, though it never lasted the whole had just assumed it was something she had eaten but now she began to wonder. Could she be...? She'd heard that morning sickness was symptom, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. She didn't want to get Saeki's hopes up either but the excitement of the mere thought bubbled up inside her. What if she was finally pregnant? After months of trying, it could have finally paid off. But she had to be sure before she told Saeki. When he started his writing tonight, she'd take the test herself.

Just as Aika was cleaning herself up, the front door opened.

"Honey, we're home!" Saeki called and she could already hear him heading to the bedroom. Aika chuckled, shaking her head as she walked out. He'd never change and she'd never want him to.

"Honey, where'd you go?" She heard him ask as she walked into the bedroom.

"I'm right here," she smiled. "I just had to go to the bathroom." She didn't want to tell him about the vomiting. She had been able to keep him in the dark about this long. She didn't want him to worry about nothing. She could just imagine his face when she told him she was pregnant.

Hold on, Aika, you don't know that for sure, she had to scold herself. She was just happy that she had kept any emotions about this possible new development from her face.

"You said you'd be right there when I got home," Saeki said, pointing to the bed. Aika raised an eyebrow.

"I just had to go to the bathroom," she said, sliding past him. "I'm allowed to do that. Besides, the bed's still warm." She tossed him an alluring smile as she crawled onto the bed. She saw him huff, but there was a smile on his face.

"You know I can't stay mad at you when you look at me like that," he said, walking over to the bed. He may enjoy her when he made her embarrassed, but there was no denying he enjoyed it when she was like this, playing the part of the sultry minx. And even though Aika had become more comfortable with it in her own home, there were still boundaries outside of the apartment. Boundaries her husband took a great thrill in crossing.

"Let's be honest, honey, you couldn't stay made at me regardless," she smirked as Saeki crawled over her.

"Alas, you know me too well," Saeki chuckled. "It's why I love you." Aika smiled up at him.

"I love you too," she said before their lips met and even though kissing him was far from new, it still gave her butterflies every time. No, Aika had never been happier then she was right here, wrapped in the arms of the man she loved more than anything, quirks and all.