I'm trash for not updating in so long and then all of a sudden starting a new story. My bad, LOL. However, I just wanted to publish this as a place to save the story. Thanks for reading!


The bump on her belly was more than enough to make all of Japan go wild. Atobe Hitomi, international celebrity and wife of the head of Atobe Conglomerate was eight months pregnant. Her well known status had caused overseas talk, going all the way to Hollywood. Her relation to Atobe Inc had even caused a stir in the business world.

"All this craziness over you... You truly are Keigo's child." Hitomi muttered as she laid a hand on her stomach. She smiled as the butler before her placed her latest craving of steak, eggs, and Alfredo pasta on the table.

"Thank you, Michael."

Michael's weathered smile shone back at her. He had been reminded of the first time he had placed food in front of the then middle school Hitomi, and seeing how she's grown into a woman having her own child, with none other than Atobe Keigo, was a sight he knew he would remember.

"Of course, my lady, anything for you and the young master."

Young master no longer meant Atobe; the title had now been given to their child, ever since Hitomi had announced the gender of the baby. Atobe's joy after finding out was almost incomparable, because the prospect of teaching his son to grow into the head of the business gave him a swelling sense of excitement. As much as Japan preferred a son as head of corporation, Hitomi knew that even if they had a daughter Atobe would raise her into an heiress with as much fervor. In fact, it seemed that everything Atobe was doing was with twice as much excitement as before. This of course translated to aggression in business deals, and who could go against a father to be?

Newspapers and headlines outlined and followed Atobe's path, from attaining the company to growing the company, and attention grabbing headlines spoke of how this was all to set up his family for generations to come. There had been some drama between Hitomi's own family, let alone Atobe's.

She couldn't believe that it was easier for her to take leave from her job as an actress than it was to shake off her father, who she hadn't spoken to since high school. She hadn't even known of his presence until the daily paper had arrived in the morning, spreading rumors of how her father had been released from jail and was seeking repentance. Atobe made her promise not to step outside the house, and he made her promise not to do a thing about the matter until he had arrived home from work. Hitomi had listened to him, knowing that, even if she did decide to contact her father, she would still want Atobe there with her. If she didn't have to go through the matter alone, then she decided she won't. And for that Atobe was grateful.

To relieve the press of the subject, Atobe had already prepared a meeting. It was to be a formal setting, in the Atobe office, and it would involve the three adults.

That didn't stop it from getting violent.

Years in jail did not do well for the Ito patriarch. His business had dwindled and had been seized by Atobe Inc, his reputation had been smeared for life, and his lifestyle of luxury had changed to one close to homelessness. He was not a happy man, and Hitomi had begun to realize he had never been happy.

When he had begged for forgiveness, Hitomi had been willing to grant it. But she felt her heart break when she saw her father's eyes glint with something she hadn't seen in years, but Atobe was accustomed to in almost every business deal. Her father was, once again, trying to manipulate her for his benefit. Atobe would have none of it, and spoke forthright of it.

Hitomi's father would visit according to a set, contracted schedule, but would have nothing to do with the lifestyle of his daughter and her child. The contract would stipulate that he would never gain a penny from either as well.

Her father had lunged at not only Atobe, but at her as well, causing her to stumble back momentarily. Afterwards, he had been apprehended by security in less than thirty seconds.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Atobe had asked.

Hitomi shook her head, placing her hand on her stomach instinctually, "No..."

But Atobe could see that she was lying. She hadn't been hurt physically, no, but the emotional and mental blow was enough to knock the woman off her feet. She had sat down in the office chair, his chair, to catch her breath and later that night Atobe had made sure to spoil her a little more than usual.

Hitomi finished up her plate of cravings soon, and with the help of Michael and a handmaiden stood up.

"Thank you," She laughed lightly, "I can't believe I need help just standing up now."

"It's only for a little while longer, Atobe-sama." The handmaiden said to her, "And it'll all be worth it in the end."

"I know, but I do wish that Keigo wouldn't worry so much. It worries me." Hitomi admit to the two. Ever since the latest ordeal with her father, and with the due date coming closer and closer, Atobe had made sure that Hitomi was well looked after, going so far as cutting into her alone time. While she knew that she was always looked after, the type that Atobe had entrusted as of late was different. It was more persistent on making sure she moved as little as possible, or had help doing any simple task herself.

The only alone time she had was in the bathroom now, and after changing and getting ready for the night at 3pm, Hitomi was grateful that pregnancy made her go to the bathroom more often.

Except this time was different.

The sudden pain made her double over, and Hitomi felt water and blood drip down her legs. She struggled when standing up and getting to the door.

"M-Michael!" She called for him immediately, crying out in pain as she felt the baby pushing down on her.

He was there in a mere five seconds. In the back of Hitomi's head she never understood how the old butler had managed to always be there when called for, but she was grateful.

"Something's wrong with the- agh!" Michael helped her stay upright as she held her stomach, "The baby. There's something wrong with the baby!"

For a second his eyes widened just the slightest, and the chaos began, "Julia! Have George out front, we need to get Lady Atobe to the hospital!"

Michael and a butler had taken her hands and were gently guiding her to the car as she felt the pain worsen.

"Michael!" She yelled as she got in the car during an uncomfortable spasm, "What about Keigo?"

"Don't worry, my lady." Michael had taken a phone out of his very own pocket, and was in the process of calling as he closed the door to the car, "To the hospital, George! Quickly!"

Hitomi tried to remember what she had been coached to do. Her breathing was as deep and as steady as she could make it, but the contractions were getting more painful by the second it seemed.


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