Adopting a Child
Act 1
"Hiro-san, I want to adopt a child."
Hiroki, who had been about to take a sip of his coffee, choked and spluttered. He slammed his cup down, making the table rattle. "WHAT?" Nowaki just stood in the doorway, a peaceful smile on his face. "A baby, Hiro-san. Can you just imagine it? Little fingers reaching for yours-." Before he could continue Hiroki had found his voice at last. "Nowaki, do you know how much money a child costs? How much of a commitment they are?" He turned pale as his thoughts raced.
"Clothing, school fees, not to mention we would need more room and it would stink." He had gotten up in his fervor, and was now standing before Nowaki, looking up into his handsome face.
Nowaki just grinned. "Hiro-san, did you just refer to a would be child as "it"?"
"Of course not," Hiroki huffed, scowling as Nowaki's smile spread.
"Yes you did," he said.
"Did not!"
"Did too."
"It was a grammar mistake I meant to say 'he or she'," Hiroki growled, ducking his head as he turned away from his younger lover, blushing.
Nowaki smiled. He knew that his Hiro-san would never admit to wanting a child, and that he was using their housing and finances to deflect what was really bothering him. Nowaki closed the space between them and hugged the professor from behind. "Hiro-san," he breathed into the smaller mans ear. Hiroki stopped fidgeting, entranced by his lover's warm breath on his neck. After a second, he relaxed into the giant's embrace.
"I know you want a child too, Hiro-san. Don't worry, you'll be a good father."
Hiroki snorted. "No child would want two men as its parents," he murmured, his face heated.
He hung his head, glad that he didn't have to look Nowaki in the eyes. He felt ashamed of his cowardice, especially compared to Nowaki's brimming self confidence. They had been together for 9 years, he should be able to have the same self-assurance as that cocky brat, dammit!
Nowaki sighed. He had long come to terms with the fact that he was gay, years ago, the moment he had first met his lover's intense auburn gaze. But Hiro-san was still uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the public. He did not want to ruin an innocent child life by condemning them to a life of teasing and bullying. It was adorable.
Hiroki narrowed his eyes, feeling a familiar aura eminating from his boyfriend. Was his giant idiot of a lover getting ideas again? His suspicions were confirmed when Nowaki snuggled into the curve of the professor's graceful neck, his soft black hair brushing against the man's ear. "Hiro-san, lets adopt a child. If we adopt a girl no one will mind that she has two fathers. A boy would get teased, so lets get a girl, Hiro-san."
"No," Hiroki barked resolutely. He was not letting a child into the house, he though angrily, crossing his arms. No way, never, not happening, he chanted in his head.
A week later he found himself sitting in the waiting room of the adoption center, his small hand engulfed in Nowaki's warm larger one, hiding his beet red face behind a brochure on foster care. How the hell did this even happen? he thought wildly.