Misa's Happiness

XOXOXOXO

Misa stared at the two little intersecting blue lines. They crossed each other perfectly, forming a delicate plus sign. It meant the test was positive.

It meant she was pregnant.

It meant she was going to have Light's baby.

"Yaaay!" Misa squealed in delight, dropping the home pregnancy testing kit and racing out of the bathroom. She ran around the small apartment once and then flopped onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling, a contented smile wrapped around her pretty features. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt another shriek of joy bubble up from her tummy and escape her lips. Light was going to marry her and then they would have their child and everything would be perfect. She and Light and their baby would be the new world's happiest family and live blissfully.

How would she tell Light? The thought made a flock of butterflies whirl through where her baby was growing and she sat up cross-legged on the cushions, pulling a throw pillow into her arms and hugging it. For a moment, she wondered if he would be angry with her, because after all, she had told him she was taking birth control pills, but… well, Misareally wanted to be connected to Light forever. Not only that, but she was sure she would do her best to be a great mother and Light….

It was obvious how much Light felt for his own family, how difficult it was for him to deceive them constantly even if it never showed on his face, and how much he cared about family values and life morals. Light would make an excellent father, and it was only natural that Kira and Second Kira would procreate and raise the perfect child in their perfect world. Not that they would be able to tell their son or daughter right away that his or her parents were the god and goddess of the new world. That would have to wait until he or she was older… Misa erupted into a fit of giggles into her pillow. Her imagination had already taken her five or ten years after the baby's birth!

Her laughter subsided and she realized she still hadn't thought of what she would say to Light. He wouldn't be angry with her, she realized. He would only be concerned about her and the baby's safety and how to support all of them. He would be happy, probably quite shocked, but he'd recover quickly and then he'd hug Misa and tell her how much he loved her. Misa buried her face into her pillow, hearing Light's velvety voice whisper in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how he wanted to stay with her forever. He'd stroke her hair and run his fingers through the last several inches, freeing any tangles. She could feel her face turning hot and red in the pillow at the memory of other moments her lover had said and done similar things.

Misa sighed happily and pulled her face out of the pillow, setting it to the side and stepping off the couch. She still needed to get dressed out of her pajamas, put on something extra nice for the occasion, and then make sure to eat a healthy breakfast.

The blonde model bounced into the bedroom where she carefully opened up her closet doors and selected a shirt. She held the black spaghetti-strap top up to her chest and looked at it in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door, striking several poses. No, it seemed too young. Misa now needed something that said she was mature and capable of raising a child. She put the top away and grabbed a dark red top with long sleeves and silver clasps. She held the silky material up and took it off its hanger, trying to look dignified and classy. Maybe it would work, but she'd have to try it on and then find a skirt or slacks. Strappy sandals would like nice and she had a pair of lace-up ones from her most recent shoot that she'd been dying to wear….

She stripped her top off and opened a drawer, plucking out a marron bra that might somewhat match the blackened crimson shirt. She hooked it in place, letting the shirt drape over her shoulder as she did so, and then decided to take off her shorts as well. Sometimes, it was simply easier starting from scratch and she knew the shorts would only clash with the shirt. Besides, Misa really liked the pink frilly panties she was wearing.

She pulled the shirt on over her head and watched her reflection critically. It was good. Light would be able to pick up on its subtle class, yet it was still cute enough that it didn't seem a drastic change from what she normally wore. She peered into the closet again, moving several brightly colored skirts aside to where she kept her black ones. She chose one that reached mid thigh, and grabbed a pair of black fishnets to go with it. Her new sandals had closed toes and extra wide lacings, so as she reviewed it in her mind's eye, the model thought it would look perfect. She pulled on the fishnets, then the skirt, and did a small twirl in front of the mirror, her skirt flaring out slightly.

Perfect.

Misa smiled prettily and then leaned in closer to inspect her face. She hadn't put on her make-up yet, but… was the radiant glow of a pregnant mother visible in her complexion already? Misa patted her cheeks gently, and then abruptly stood up straight, attaching a benevolent smile to her features, imagining that the baby could somehow see it already.

Misa's right hand went to her belly, even though she was still model-thin. Still looking into the mirror, she turned sideways and bent slightly backwards. She tried to push out her stomach, but she only managed a centimeter by holding her breath. She placed her left hand on the small of her back. What would it be like to have a baby between her hands? She'd grow round and then have to do work for maternity magazines instead of teen pop culture. Although, being Misa-Misa, she was sure that she would probably have at least one or two articles asking her about her pregnancy. And then they'd do follow-ups after the baby was born….

Misa and Light would have to be careful to make sure the media or its effects did not harm the baby. Too much press, good or bad, would make the baby stand out too much from his or her peers. What if the baby wasn't able to make proper friends because of it?

Misa let out her the breath she was holding and dropped her hands, realizing she was being silly again. Of course Light's baby would make friends. She was just getting all the normal fears a mother had. She took a deep breath and let it out smoothly. Of course the baby would be beautiful. Of course he or she would be amazingly intelligent. She smiled to herself and felt the same euphoric rush she had felt when she had first seen the little positive symbol. Unable to help herself, she let out another delighted squeal and closed the closet door, jumping from one foot to the other, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head.

It was really a dream come true.

She exited the room and bounded into the tiny kitchen. She had set the rice-cooker to a timer the night before and so now it was already made. The miso soup had also been made previously, so she simply set it to warm before getting the other necessary supplies. She pulled out a pan from the cupboard, a small fish and several sauces from the fridge, and cooking chopsticks from a drawer. Before actually opening any of the ingredients, she dressed herself in the apron that all the crew from Misa-Misa's Happy Sweets had signed and then given to her at the end of last season. Being on television like that had really been a lot of fun. She wondered if she would invite the manager she had had at that time to her and Light's wedding. Tying her hair back with the extra tie around her wrist, Misa got to work, remembering that now Light's child depended on her eating right. Should she also have some fruit with breakfast? Letting the fish cook, she pulled an apple out of the fridge and took a bite, a bit of juice running past her lips and onto her chin. She giggled as she imagined how Ryuk would say that it was obviously a juicy apple. She contemplated getting another apple out of the fridge in case the Death God returned with Light soon, but then realized that if Light hadn't returned the night before, he was likely to spend the day at work too. It must be taking Light longer to clean out the old building than he had planned. She didn't blame him; after all, there were a lot of rooms that Ryuuzaki had never allowed anyone else into and now that he was dead… Light was probably searching all of them closely for clues about his rival and where he had come from.

Misa turned back to her cooking and realized the fish was ready. She set the fish on a small plate, spooned some rice into a bowl, ladled some miso soup into another bowl, and poured herself a glass of juice.

"Time to eat!" she said aloud, pretending that the small life inside her could understand. She would say that every time before they had a meal and the baby would know what it meant even before it was born. Light's baby would most likely be that smart.

She took a bite of her fish, before her thoughts made her well over with happiness again and she either laughed or her smile stretched too far across her face for her to eat properly. Was this her being hormonal because of the pregnancy? Or just her naturally bubbly personality pushed to the highest range of happiness she had even known?

She kept eating and decided that either way, it didn't matter. She was exhilarated by the promise of her future and of her impending marriage to Light. She suddenly gasped, gulping down a piece of fish. If Light were going to marry her, how would he propose?!

Another cry of glee rushed out in a torrent from her lips. Light was a romantic and a perfectionist. Hers would be the most beautiful proposal ever. There would probably be candles, and yet, he would make it a surprise. Misa felt the excitement roll around her stomach like a flutter of butterflies playing tag. She knew that without a doubt, after she told Light, she'd have this feeling until the moment he proposed. Feeling suddenly unable to sit still for too long, Misa gobbled up the rest of her breakfast quickly and set the dishes into the small sink, before skipping to the bathroom. She could clean them up later.

Right now, some fresh air would do her and the baby some good. She'd have to stay healthy and in good shape throughout her pregnancy or risk a miscarriage. The vague thought of losing what she now had scared her, but she pushed it out of her mind. She would take good care of her body and Light of course would also be there to make sure nothing bad happened. Light was good about that.

In the small space, Misa picked up the pregnancy test from where she had dropped it and set it carefully on the counter. She pulled out her make-up, choosing a maroon eye shadow and a dark brown liner. For a simple outing, she decided against using foundation—her skin was clear enough, and so she applied a touch of lipstick and smacked her lips in front of the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she exited the bathroom and headed for the door.

She grabbed a beige coat from by the front door and sat down to lace up her sandals. It was November, so she also took a scarf and carefully positioned it around her neck. She took up the purse she had taken to using lately, and checked her cell phone battery. It was fine. The umbrella stand gave her pause, however, and she opened the door to look outside. No rain, but a cold breeze. Believing an umbrella would only get in the way, Misa stepped outside, locking the door behind her and humming merrily.

After all the death she and Light dealt daily through the notebooks, how nice it was to realize that together they could also start life.

XOXOXOXO

It was late and Light still hadn't returned. She had tried calling his cell phone, but it must have been turned off because it kept redirecting her to his voicemail box. It was the least she had seen of him since Ryuuzaki's death nearly two weeks ago and now she was beginning to worry. Then again, there were hundreds of rooms in the Kira Investigation Headquarters and probably lots more to do in packing everything up. Light had said that the new headquarters would be their apartment, but she supposed they would probably need to do something with all the stuff that could not fit into their flat. She thought about calling him again, but knew Light never kept his cell phone on inside the building unless it was of the utmost importance and he was expecting a call.

Still, she supposed that he could have expected a call from his girlfriend if he hadn't been home since the day before.

Misa sighed, frowning slightly in her worry for Light. But then again, she couldn't stay upset for longer than a minute as her mind fast-forwarded to what would happen when Light arrived home. Her face broke into a smile and her heart skipped several beats. She wondered whether she'd ever get used to realizing that she was going to be Yagami Misa, and that she and Light would raise their baby together. Misa fell to her side on the couch, feeling a warm contentment spread all the way down to her toes and an unusual sensation settle into her stomach. She felt as though she knew what complete bliss would feel like. As soon as Light came home….

Misa drifted off into a peaceful slumber, images of Light smiling at her and the baby playing gently through her mind.

XOXOXOXO

Her phone was ringing. Misa got sleepily off the couch and picked it up from where it was vibrating and blaring a J-pop song from the coffee table. She let it continue to ring while she rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat from sleep, peering at the name and time.

4:56 AM. And it was a call from Mr. Mochi, her former manager… or rather Mr. Mogi, the police officer that was assigned to be her manager at one time. Why was he calling? Or perhaps Light's phone wasn't working and he was trying to contact her?

Misa cleared her throat once more and flipped open the phone to shut up the now-annoying ring tone. She'd have to change it later.

"Hi, this is Misa-Misa!"

"Good morning, Miss Amane. Could you please come to my building this morning?" The voice belonged to neither her beloved Light nor the police officer turned model-manager. And it wasn't the gruff tones of Light's father, or the child-like ones of the police officer Matsuda turned model-manager Matsuri.

"Who… who is this?" Misa asked. She was confused about the speaker on the other end. It sounded mostly like Ryuuzaki without the voice modifer, but Ryuuzaki had died nearly two weeks ago. Because of that and Light's new freedom, she and Light had been 'celebrating' every night since then, which was why Misa was in her current condition. That thought made her smile, and do a little twirl while holding the phone.

"This is Ryuuzaki."

Misa stopped all movement. She had though it sounded like him, but it couldn't actually be the dead detective… could it?

"Ryuu… zaki?" Misa's mind raced, wondering if Light knew and what his plans were. That was probably why he hadn't come home yet. What would he want her to do? Act natural. Act as if she were not the Second Kira. She inhaled deeply and then began speaking rapidly. "Oh, Ryuuzaki, is it really you? Are you really okay? Because I heard you died and I was really sad, but now that you're talking to me, it can't be true, right?"

"Yes, I am alive, Miss Amane. Please come to my building right away." The voice sounded like the monotone she always heard from the detective. But even if it wasn't Ryuuzaki, it was a message to go to the Kira headquarters and that meant she would be able to see Light. Somehow he would be able to notify her as to what to do in this strange turn of events. He always did, and that was why she loved him.

XOXOXOXO

I know, pretty crazy that I would suddenly turn up with a Misa-centric fic, but seriously this was so light-hearted and fun to write. (Gah, I didn't even notice I just made a pun until after I wrote that...) Anyway, it'll probably be really slow and the next chapter won't be out for a long time, but please drop a review. If people seem to really go for it, I bet I'll write faster. Imagine that.

Anyway, thanks for reading and let me know if I did anything wrong.

anja-chan