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Mei Tachibana had always thought that having 'friends' would lead to nothing but pain in her life. Her trust in others was quickly brushed away from her as a small child and she thought she would never fully heal from the pain and coldness that encroached her heart. But the day that she kicked fellow student Yamato Kurosawa down the stairs, by accident, thinking that he was a pervert who sexually harassed her by tugging on her skirt while she was ascending the staircase, was the day her life changed forever.

Yamato wasn't like anybody she had ever met before, he had a unique kindness and gentle nature about him, but he wouldn't allow anyone he cared about to be pushed around. He was in no way perfect, but that only made their connection stronger. They both had bad memories, scars, forgotten pains, but together they began to heal. Day by day, word for word they grew closer. Mei had never intended to fall for his advances, or to become his girlfriend, or anything more than that...but now she was even more, she was his wife. She was Mei Kurosawa.

Chapter 1:

Yamato loved the way her lips curled, caressing every word she spoke. As Yamato rolled over in bed beside the love of his life, he couldn't help but smile at the image of her sleeping face. Mei looked so innocent and peaceful when she slept and he adored it. She had started to look much more grown up since her 20th birthday a few months back, and at first Yamato thought it was just him but others seemed to take notice too. At a younger age Mei had a more heart-shaped face, messy-cut brown hair and she wore much less feminine clothing. This Mei has a thinner, longer face with delicate features. Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes seemed to lighten a bit and her eyelashes grew longer and thicker without the aid of mascara or eyeliner. Her lips were plumper, and had more volume, as did her brown hair which she commonly wore down with a more elegant style of bangs that hung over her forehead, and were sometimes tucked behind her ears. Her figure had matured as well, in more ways than one. Her once flat chest had developed with soft B cup breasts and she grew a bit more curvy as well. Though Mei still felt somewhat uncomfortable in revealing outfits, she had grown more comfortable with her body. On warm summer days she would even wear lightly colored sundresses, which Yamato would sit back and admire her in. He had never met anyone more beautiful, and though he told her all the time how beautiful she was, he knew words could never do her justice. She was gorgeous, smart, and all incredibly his. For that he was forever grateful.

He reached a hand up slowly, careful not to accidentally touch her and risk waking her up. Then he let a few of his fingers brush her bangs off of her forehead, revealing her content expression as she slept. A grin formed on his lips as he tucked the strands of hair behind her ear and sighed softly. They had been married for only a 6 months now and yet it felt like they had been together forever in his eyes, like he couldn't imagine a time where she wasn't by his side. There was something breathtaking about the simple sight of her, laying beside him, hair messy pressed up against the pillow, her bare shoulders and collarbone exposed. Though she was naked from last night's affairs, she had made sure to cuddle herself under the blanket so her body was modestly covered while she slept.

He couldn't help himself, and he lightly ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek. She felt the warmth in her sleep and stirred slightly, he paused his movements and quietly chuckled. He slowly leaned in, letting his bangs tickle her forehead softly before pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. Mei felt aroused from her sleep when the pressure of his lips was against her skin, and she sighed, yawning.

" Yamato.." She murmured, her voice groggy and tired as he soon felt her arm around his shoulder press down along her back. He was so warm that she felt like she could fall asleep once more if she just held onto him. Along with growing curvier, Mei had also gained a little weight, but it was healthy weight, and she was a perfectly healthy young woman.

" Shh Mei, just go back to sleep." Yamato cooed, closing his eyes and burying his nose in the smooth tresses of her milky brown locks. That was all it took for the two to drift into sleep once more

The next morning...

Mei had never been the best at waking up, though she enjoyed sleeping next to Yamato each night. She moaned with discomfort when she was forced to sit up and brush her hair out of her face, yawn a few times and stretch her legs. It was her normal daily routine, that and Yamato showering her with 'Good Morning' kisses before she could fully escape the comforter. This morning was unusual, even before she opened her eyes she felt uncomfortable. A groan was wrenched from her throat and her eyes opened wearily in a squint. She smelled Yamato's scent and gazed upon his neck and shoulders before detaching herself from him. As she shifted away from him, removing her hand from his bare back, she felt a pang of nausea deep in her stomach. Now this surprised her, and forced her to lay on her back to try and keep it under control. It pursued her anyway though, the feeling growing stronger as her intestines twisted and her stomach did flips inside of her. Not long after Mei was forced out of bed and into the bathroom, the feeling of uneasiness traveling up her throat slowly but surely. She stumbled over to the mirror and looked at the blurry image of herself steady as she blinked her vision clear. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face was puffy and she felt sluggish and bloated, which she definitely wasn't fond of.

Her eyes widened and watered over when she felt the nauseous feeling overwhelm her and she turned on her heels to face the toilet, before surrendering to the incoming wave and throwing up into the toilet bowl. It wasn't very pleasant and once it was over with, she had a pounding in her head, beating against her skull. She had no idea what could be causing it and frankly her head hurt too much for her to attempt to figure it out. Panting, she blindly raised a hand to feel along the edge of the sink for a towel to wipe her mouth with, when she touched something and felt it hit the floor. She figured she must have knocked a box of razor blades off the sink that Yamato always left out when he shaved in the morning, and reached over to pick it up.

When she picked it up into view she felt her chest tighten up instantly, her eyes reading the writing on the box in her hand. ' Condoms', it read. This was the box that Yamato had bought the other day in anticipation for the events last night since they had run out about a week ago. It wouldn't have alarmed her so much if the box wasn't unopened...unopened, meaning they didn't use one of them last night. Now she felt nauseous and achy all over... it finally hit her as she heard the bedroom light flicker on and Yamato's feet hit the floor as his yawn echoed from the bedroom to the bathroom.

" Mei? Where are you?" He called out, wondering where she had gone so early in the morning. Typically Mei slept in one Saturdays so he was a bit surprised to see her side of the bed empty. Mei would have responded if she wasn't distracted by the truth that laid before her in the form of an unopened box of condoms.

" Am I...pregnant?" She heard herself whisper, swallowing a nervous lump in her throat. She decided not to tell Yamato what was going on for now, to keep how she felt a secret and about the box of condoms too. She wasn't even sure whether she was pregnant or not, so why cause a fuss until she knew for sure? That would have been ideal of course, but soon she heard his voice again, much closer...

"Pregnant..?" His voice was soft as if he had been caught off guard. Mei turned her head quickly as her eyes fell upon Yamato standing in the doorway, his hair smoothed back from the way he slept and his sweatpants hanging on his hips. What she noticed was how alert he suddenly looked even though she could see the dark bags under his eyes from a long week of work. She opened her mouth to speak, to apologize almost when she felt vomit traveling up her throat again and she was forced over the porcelain once more. Coughing, hacking, miserable until she felt a hand against her back. Yamato's soft, strong hand against her bare skin, gently rubbing it to try and soothe her. She now felt that he had moved behind her, the fingers of his other hand carefully grasping her hair against his palm behind her head to keep it vomit-free. She felt more at ease as the shivers running up and down her spine in disgust with herself began to slow and soften, but her face was now red in embarrassment.

" For the record, I think you'd make an amazing mother." He whispered, his lips turning up in a soft smile after the fact. Mei breathed heavily after part 2 of the ordeal and took his words in, feeling heat swish about in her chest as the hand that once stroked her back came down and grabbed hers. His thumb caressed her knuckles and she was breathless, exhausted, and yet she still found a small smile.

" Yeah, you'd make a good father too." She murmured, hearing him laugh softly behind her and release her hair. She wondered what he was doing until she felt his arm curl around her side and his palm pressed up against her stomach right above her belly button. Heat flooded her face and she looked down at it, thinking about how peculiar it seemed right now. This was really happening, and next thing she knew her hand landed shakily on top of his and she closed her eyes.

" I love you..."

" I love you too Mei...all of you."

Hey guys I know it's been awhile since I've written a fanfiction but, I'm nearing the end of my freshman year of high school and I have some spare time again! God I can't wait for summer, jeez. Anyway, chapter 2 should be out by next weekend, and I really hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter, I love Mei and Yamato so much! Please review, a first chapter is the start of it all and the feedback I get will let me know if another chapter is desired ^-^