Thanks, MadamScorpio, I agree. xD You've got me into updating, lol. Oh. And seeing as how the agency is so small, and even his room is tiny, it's a single-bed. :P As I think it would be cute if he speaks and signs towards the reader, I will do just that-his speech is in 'almost-syllables' because he IS deaf, and that's how he speaks in the anime. :)

I do NOT own Gangsta. or any of its characters. You, the reader, own yourself. :P

You peeked into his room-your room, biting your lip. You begin to stroke the wood apprehensively, your eyes sliding away from his back. You don't know why, but you begin to reminisce, to think back to the beginning.

At first, he was extremely unapproachable. However, something...'pulled' you towards him. Sucked you, like a vacuum. No, like gravity. Hell, something much more powerful than that. It couldn't be put into words.

A smile creeps onto your lips, accompanied by a soft snort. Not even sign language.

You padded into the room, and not wanting to climb over him to your side of the single-bed, you poke him, and he looks your way with tired, analyzing eyes. Then, with a grunt, he shifts on his other side to face you before taking your arm and scooting towards the wall. You obediently get in bed, and he gives you that quick, strong squeeze that you liked so much. With one arm around you, he moves his free hand sluggishly, signing 'You Fine', speaking rather incoherently before yawning;

"Oh-kay?" His tone was asking, and it hit you like a ton of bricks-your eyes tear up-realizing just what your going to tell him. He jolts wide awake once he sees you crying-this mercenary, hired gun. You knew his work, you knew how cruel he could be, but you loved him all the same. You weren't afraid of him one bit. What you were afraid of, was making him feel 'bolted down'. Feel like he has to give up his life, the only thing he knew, for your sake. For his kid's sake. Even if he did-no, you wouldn't let him. And in the off chance he didn't want it, there was no way in hell you were killing the poor thing-you would leave him and take care of it yourself because you wanted it, needed it. You wanted him. You were sobbing now, and he was panicking. Hovering over you, he used his free hand to wipe your tears away, and calmed you in the only way he knew how-a rough, mind-numbing kiss.

Once you were no longer choking on your cries, he pulled away, searching your face. You smiled up at him, took his free wrist and guided his hand to your stomach, and the way he contorted his face in great confusion made you laugh so hard, eyes screwed shut, because his first reaction is so stupidly cute. "Bayb." At his gruff voice, you opened one eye, and his slightly miffed expression made you laugh even harder, and he just plopped down on the bed right beside you with a huff. When your laughter died down, you noticed he'd removed his hand from your stomach in favor for a more comfortable position. You looked towards his face, and saw he was staring at you as if you went insane-and you just snorted and rolled your puffy red eyes before shoving him onto his back, climbing onto him, straddling his hips, he raised his brow rather comically, but that smirk. That sexy beast of a smirk.

And this time, you pointedly grabbed both his wrists, and flattened both hands on your stomach, watching his face closely. That smirk was no longer there, replaced with a small frown and raised eyebrows. You curled your toes apprehensively, nipping on your lip before guiding his large hands to rub your belly. His eyes trailed down, staring dumbly a moment before grabbing onto your hip, his hand against you, rubbing your stomach, himself, his brain-wheels turning. In a few seconds, something in him clicked into place-you could tell, because his hold on your hip became extremely tight-almost to the point to leave a bruise, but you could care less at the moment-his eyes wide, face pale, and every muscle in him went stiff. When he didn't react after a few-extremely long-seconds, you wrapped your hand around his, effectively snapping him out of it and making his eyes dart up to your face. You vaguely notice he'd loosened his hold-his expression incredulous, many bad possibilities raced through your head. Fears.

His expression changed, he glanced down, gaping, but you could see something in his eyes. You smiled shyly. "Preg..?" He'd cut off, still disbelieving, looking into your eyes, your heart was racing. "Pregn'nt?" He tried again. You gave him a nod. The springs of the mattress below him squeak as he hoists himself up into a seated position, and as he did so, you were about to get off of him, but his hand kept you in place. He signed, 'You Want It' rather quickly, which was something you honestly weren't expecting. "Wan'it?" You heard, your smile grew, and you gave him the 'yes' nod. He blinked dumbly a few times, before he signed, and asked, his face reading 'doubt' all over..

"Mine?"

And all you could do, was nod, fervently, throwing your arms around his neck, feeling him hold you close.

Heee. Goodies next! :D