One little boy with a swollen belly, and modest, downcast eyes. Well he isn't really little exactly, at least, he's not a boy; at 18, Yuugi calls himself a young man, his 19th birthday's in a few weeks, and after that comes twenty which is legal drinking age.
But he is little, even he can't deny that. And he's standing here in his own living room, with his cheeks very warm, wishing he were anyplace else.
And "the baby's mine," Pegasus, who always sounds snotty, sounds snottier than usual right now, and he's looking down at Yami with his patented trademark smirk.
"Oh please," Yami tells him, "you were with aibou what, once? Twice at the most? What are the odds, I'm with him every night."
"He was ovulating," says Pegasus, which makes Yuugi (who didn't think boys could ovulate) look up and stare just like Yami, "I was married, remember? I know the signs. My greatest dream," his face goes sentimental, "was for my lovely wife to give me a child, and now..."
Is he about to go down on his knees and propose? Yuugi, with visions of diamond rings in his head, scoots back away from him until he bumps into his other self. Who puts his arm around his shoulders and says "the baby's mine Pegasus. I'll prove that the way I prove everything," he sneers, "I'll beat you in a Shadow Game."
Pegasus, who was probably going to suggest dna testing, closes his mouth with a snap. "Oh naturally," he tosses silver hair, "challenge the guy who doesn't have his Item any more."
Yuugi wishes they'd both just be quiet. Can't all of them get along? This arguing can't be good for the baby. There's no point bringing it up now though, they're neither of them going to listen to him. And besides the morning sickness is starting again; he thinks he'd better lie down. Whatever happens, he hopes Yami's the one that wins. He'd a ton rather wear his ring than Pegasus', and besides, Pegasus would probably make him wear a white gown for the wedding.