Kyo woke to see his beloved wife sleeping in his arms and couldn't help but smile lovingly at her. Her long, silky brown hair pooled around her shoulders, behind her, and some even in front of her. He gently brushed some of it from her shoulder to behind her, planting a tender kiss on her cheek before getting to his feet and dressing in his annual routine for his day at the dojo. He didn't wish to wake Tohru so he made himself some rice balls, leaving a few out for her when she decided to get up and left, heading for his daily job as head of his retired adoptive father's dojo. A sigh came from Tohru as she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't know how to tell you..." she whispered to herself.

The hours passed by and during the time, Tohru had gotten a phone call that had made her concerned and even slightly frightened. Her doctor had called her and confirmed what she suspected but now, she only wished that Kyo would take the news as well. It was something they couldn't change. If he... if they couldn't come to grips with this, then it would probably be the end of their loving marriage. Or so she feared. Speaking of her husband, he walked in with a smile and kissed her cheek. "Hello Tohru. How was your day?" "F-fine!" she giggled nervously, painting a smile across her face. He blinked. "You sure? You don't sound it." 'Please don't ask anymore Kyo.' she silently begged him. "Y-yes. I just am not feeling all that well and I rested for most of the day since all my chores were taken care of yesterday." He seemed to leave it there and nodded. "Ok. Do you want me to make you any of that damn leek stew?" he asked. She couldn't help but giggle. He'd always hated leek stew, even when they first met but whenever she had gotten sick he always offered to make some specially for her. "Please." she nodded.

He got up and disappeared into the kitchen to start his semi-horrid task. 'Thank you.' she thought and sighed out her relief. She sat at the kotatsu in their living room and Kyo set the finished bowl down in front of her and sat across from her. She didn't touch it, just stared down at the billowing steam. "Tohru, I know you. What's wrong?" her husband's face turned from worry to a stern frown. She felt a wretch in her stomach and tried to choke down her whimpers and hold back the tears but the flood gates went out. "Oh Kyo..." she sniffed and covered her face with her hands, "I-I just don't know how to say this... I'm so scared..." He blinked in surprise and shifted closer to her, pulling her into a tight embrace and placed his hand on the back on her head to help her feel closer. "It's okay." he whispered, "Take your time. There's nothing to be scared of." She cried in his shirt, soon calming down in his comforting, warm embrace. "Kyo... I-I'm pregnant."

The world seemed to freeze in time after the words hit his ears. "Y-you... are...?" he spoke up after the long, frightening, uncomfortable silence. She merely nodded, ready to burst into fresh tears again. "How... long have you known?" he asked again, his expression unreadable. "I figured it our three days ago but... I only found out for sure today." she replied, a few tears escaping their pools. He caught a few of them and cupped her cheek. "Tohru, you don't need to be frightened. I'm glad you're having a baby. I... I'd love to be a father." he smiled, "But... not alone. If you're wanna." New tears came, but of joy instead of fear. "Oh Kyo...," she sniffed, trying to push her tears back but in vain, which he found utterly adorable, "I'd love to raise it with you. It's all I want. I love you two so, so much." He leaned in and molded his lips around hers for his reply, nervously putting his hand on her stomach. He looked down, his crimson eyes flashed with a blazing urge to protect and a warm, fatherly love all at the same time before it was replaced with fear and he jerked his hand away, as if he was diseased. "I-I don't think I'll make a good father." He looked away in shame.

"No..." she put her hand on his and gently squeezed. "You'll be the best father I could ever know." He looked back at her, his own eyes had teared up a bit. "I just don't want to be a father to it like he was to me." he said, his voice slightly edged with hate when he mentioned his biological father. "You won't be. Not ever." she consoled her husband and pressed her forehead against his. He finally let a smile out and put his hand back on her stomach. "I want to be like Shishou to this kid. You know how great he-" he was cut off by her putting her fingers across his lips. "You'll be like you to this baby. And I'll be so proud of you." she smiled, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Alright." he chuckled. "I'll be me."

"And we'll do this. Together." she sighed happily as he rubbed her shoulder. "Right." he nodded. She then flinched and bolted away. He was dumbfounded by what had just happened, he needed to process it for a moment before getting up and following after her. "Tohru?" He heard her wretch and felt guilty about what this baby would put it's fragile mother through until it came. He kneeled down beside her and rubbed her back as she got sick once again. "It's gonna be ok." After her sickness session, she spat out the water she used to rinse her mouth with in the sink and panted.

He couldn't help but think: 'These are going to be some weird ass nine months.' He continued to hold her hand from behind her and kissed the back of her head. "Not alone. Together." he whispered. She smiled at his words and leaned back into him. "Yes, that's all I want." He held her like this for what seemed like ages when she spoke up, "How are we going to tell the others?" He irked slightly. "I don't know... but I have a feeling at least one of them will try to kick my ass." Tohru sweat dropped, "Oh, right... I'll ask them nicely not too." "You're my lifesaver." he rocked her and kissed the top of her head. She giggled, "Anything for you."

"I guess I'll call them tomorrow to schedule a small meeting the day after." she suggested. "Sounds fine." he shrugged, "After breakfast." She groaned, which surprised him. "I'm sorry but I'm not looking forward to eating in the morning."