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The Front Door Delivery

Welcome Home

The spacious apartment was filled with the scent of traditional Japanese food, the tantalizing smell spreading through all the open space. Misaki was nervous, he originally wanted to make something special but he didn't want Usagi to get any ideas and jump him after his business trip to America. Misaki didn't really know why Usagi and Aikawa-san had to make their trip, he was a bit embarrassed to ask but he knew it had something to do with his boy's love books for a change.

Misaki stopped on annoyed thoughts of Usagi using his name in those books. Usagi had made him read them all not so long ago, the memory caused a blush to erupt on Misaki's face concerning the events that led up to Misaki taking the initiative and the many similar nights afterwards.

Reminiscing made Misaki lonely as he stopped stirring the pot, although it had been less than a week, he missed Usagi. He definitely felt the loss of Usagi in the apartment and in his life. Although they called each other every day, it just wasn't enough to make Misaki feel like Usagi was home with him.

'I wonder if Usagi feels the same?' Misaki thought innocently before shaking his head in embarrassment, he needed to make the food for when Usagi returned home, which would be in an hour or two. Misaki knew that Usagi would need a good meal when he got home from his twelve hour trip back from America.

'But what if Usagi needs sleep?' Misaki questioned, he knew Usagi would eat with him if Misaki made the meal for them and would forget his own needs. Making Misaki a bit worried and guilty if he would eat instead of taking some much needed rest, especially if he was jet lagged, then Misaki would have to force Usagi to rest to keep his health in check. Misaki knew it would make Usagi ecstatic to have Misaki as his nurse, he would probably use it for study material for his yaoi books.

Misaki heard the phone ring the same time the food in the pot was finished, turning it off and running towards the phone, anxious if it turned out to be Usagi.

'Moshi Moshi' Misaki said.

'Misaki-kun?' came the reply. Misaki was a bit disappointed, it wasn't Usagi.

'Aikawa-san?' Misaki replied. He knew Usagi's editor's voice anywhere from the amount of time she spent over at the apartment, especially when the deadline for his literature books as well as his shounen-ai books were fast approaching.

'Misaki-kun, I am so sorry but our trip back to Japan has been delayed, we won't be back in Japan for another day' Aikawa said desperately. Misaki could hear the stress in all the words she said.

'What happened? I hope everything is alright with both Aikawa-san and Usagi-san' He said, he was getting a little uneasy if it turned out that Usagi was ill or injured.

'No, no, everything is fine but they said the weather wasn't safe enough to fly out' Aikawa explained as she calmed slightly. 'Sorry Misaki-kun, but we are boarding the plane now, we should be back in the early morning' She said, sounding a bit rushed.

'Alright, bye' he replied a little disappointed but he was about to shut the phone before he heard another voice.

'Misaki' came Usagi's deep voice, causing Misaki's attention to centre on the phone in his hand. Misaki could tell he was rushed like Aikawa-san, 'I love you and I'll be home as soon as I can' he said, he had obviously fought Aikawa for the phone because Aikawa would not want them to miss their second flight and get in trouble with the publishing company, her main concern seemed to always be getting herself fired.

'Shut up, stupid Usagi' Misaki flustered, slamming the phone down. He doubted he would ever be used to this lovey-dovey lifestyle with Usagi. He regretted slamming the phone on Usagi as soon as he had done it but it would not have really mattered if Usagi was about to board the plane.

'I can't wait for Usagi to return' Misaki flushed and stared holes into his hand still holding the phone down, quickly regretting his announcement of his feelings, even though he had told Usagi he loved him. Misaki turned back to kitchen, he would have to pack up most of the meal after eating his share. This would be a good time to study, Misaki's exams were coming up and this would be a good time to get more research and study in if Usagi wasn't returning yet.

After eating and packing the leftover food, Misaki made his way up the stairs to his room, he planned to take a bath and go to sleep after a few hours of study. He would clean up thoroughly again for when Usagi returned tomorrow, he had already vacuumed the apartment but he wanted Usagi's return to be bright and welcoming home.

After Misaki's bath, he moved to check on the marimo. He was about to go walk about into his room but walked to Usagi's room instead.

'I can't believe I am doing this' Misaki said, disappointed in his Japanese masculinity. He walked up to the bed and saw Susuki-san on the bed as usual. Misaki moved gingerly towards the bed, going over to Usagi's side and laying down, strangling the pillow. Usagi was so close to returning and now Misaki had to wait until morning, it felt impossible and tears pricked his eyes.

Misaki heard the doorbell ring and couldn't believe that someone would be visiting so late. Drowsily stumbling towards the door, he slipped on some shoes before opening the front door, rubbing his eyes. There was a basket and Misaki could see someone running away. Misaki bent down to inspect, hoping it was a late night prank and found a sleeping baby. Shocked, he picked it up and ran down to the lobby, looking around frantically for anyone who resembled the person he saw running away but he couldn't see any dark coats and there weren't many people in the lobby. He jogged to the outside of the building but there was no sign of someone who had overexerted themselves.

The baby began to stir and whine in Misaki's arms and Misaki became slightly frantic, he hadn't any idea how to deal with babies. He quickly hoped he had not hurt the baby in his desperate search.

'It's alright, it's alright' he cooed, uncertainty making creases in his expression.

Misaki travelled up to their room and picked up the basket, placing the baby back inside gently and it seemed to calm down slightly. Misaki noticed a note as well as a bottle of what he presumed should be milk for the baby and some nappies. Slightly relieved, he remembered that you were supposed to warm the milk, he quickly did so and gave it to the baby, who received it greedily. Picking up the letter, he got frustrated because of his inability to read it, the writing was illegible, throwing it down on the coffee table in frustration as he was feeding the infant.

Misaki paced around the room for hours, questions galloping through his mind while the baby slept peacefully. It would rouse occasionally. Misaki looked at the time and became frantic, it was in the early hours of the morning, tucking the baby in its basket tightly, he took it upstairs, aiming for his room but couldn't resist the temptation of Usagi's room. He would have to call the police in the morning but right now he was too centred on Usagi, his return and sleep.

Placing the baby and the basket onto a table he cleared and dragged to the opposite side of the bed, Misaki dozed off facing the baby, knowing that tomorrow was going to be an eventful and stressful day.

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