"Bakura!"

Bakura woke up with a jolt. He noticed that Ryou's hand was on top of his, and he was rubbing his thumb over the top of Bakura's hand. It made Bakura nervous, but he didn't want to move. He turned to the doctor.

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Well, you seem to be about two or three months along. It's not too late for an abortion if you want to go through with it."

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Abortion?"

"We will remove the baby from you before it can live outside of you. The baby will die, but you'll be fine. Of course, there are other options."

"Like what?" Bakura was tapping his fingers on the wall out of stress.

"You can go through with the pregnancy and give birth to the baby. If you have decided you don't want it by then, you can put it up for adoption. If you don't want to abort the pregnancy, but you don't want to go through with it, we can give you a medicine known as Misoprostol to make you go into labor and give birth early. However, if we do that, we cannot be assured that the baby will survive after birth.

"It's all up to you. What do you want to do?"

Bakura took in a deep breath, then he screamed suddenly. Ryou leaned in closer to him, and the doctor rushed to his side.

Ryou squeezed Bakura's hand. "What's going on, Bakura?"

Bakura started hyperventilating. "What the bloody hell was that? My spine just started tightening up, and the blood was rushing to my head...!"

Ryou started stroking as hair as the doctor cleared his throat. "Well, Bakura, those are contractions. They're a perfectly normal occurrence with pregnancy. If you want those to stop, abortion is still an option."

Bakura smiled. "Send me home. I'll be fine."

The doctor and Ryou looked at each other, not concerned only for Bakura's physical health, but his mental health as well.

Bakura laid on his bed, doing a mixture of screaming and maniacal laughing. Ryou started backing away from his bedside and moving into the doorway. Ryou started gripping onto the doorframe for comfort, but it didn't help much as he watched Bakura act like a complete psycho-maniac in his own bedroom. Suddenly, Bakura started to take in deep breaths, and ease out.

Ryou ran to Bakura's side and gripped his hand. "Oh, my God. What happened?"

"It's called loving the pain, Ryou. You should try it."

Ryou gulped. "You're only going through this pregnancy because you're fond of the pain you feel when you have contractions?"

Bakura nodded. He winced, suddenly, and Ryou started rubbing his thumb over Bakura's hand. "What's wrong?"

Bakura shook his head. "I can't even explain it. Just put your hand on my stomach."

Ryou did. He held it there for a few minutes when he suddenly felt something small hit his hand. Bakura winced again.

Ryou smiled. "Bakura, it's okay. The baby's just kicking."

"I don't like it. One, it's just weird. Two, it's not natural."

"It's a living human baby. Of course, it's going to kick. Bakura, you need to learn to get used to having this baby inside of you, or you're going to have a very rough next six months."

"Six months?"

"Yes. The average pregnancy lasts about nine months. You're about three months pregnant- I know this; the baby's kicking- meaning you have about six months to go before the baby comes on its own. Now, I have to run an errand. Will you be fine alone?"

Bakura nodded as Ryou walked out the room. The second he heard the door close, he picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"It's Bakura. Come over to my house, right now. It's urgent."

There was a knock on the door.

"COME IN!"

Marik and Malik walked in, coming into Bakura's bedroom. They were concerned about seeing him laid up there, even more so because Ryou was nowhere to be found. Marik walked over to Bakura.

"What's going on with you?"

Bakura laughed. "This is going to be the weirdest and strangest thing I will have ever said in my entire lifetime. Put your hand on my stomach."

Marik laughed a little. "You're right, that is the weirdest thing I have ever heard you say."

"Well, I'm dead serious. Put your hand on my stomach."

Marik shook his head rapidly, indicating that he had a strong desire to keep his hands to himself. Malik took a few steps forward, pushing Marik back behind him as he came up to Bakura. He started stoking the tomb robber's hair and then he planted a kiss on his cheek.

"How are you, love of my life?"

"Just fine."

Bakura threw his arms around Malik's neck, and the two kissed mouth-to-mouth. Marik gagged a little, but neither the tomb robber or the thief paid any mind to it.

"Well, just fine is a bit of an exaggeration. Put your hand on my stomach."

Malik put his hand there. Bakura took in a deep breath, feeling calm and at peace with Malik there. As Bakura felt the baby kick right where Malik's hand was placed, Malik gasped slightly. He then pulled his hand back to his side.

"I knew it would pay off; I just knew it would! Does Ryou know?"

"Unfortunately, yes. But, he doesn't know about you."

"Then how will explain anything when the baby comes back with tan skin and dirty blond hair?"

"It won't, I promise you. And if it does, I'll come clean to Ryou."

Malik put a hand on Bakura's chest. "We don't come clean, Bakura. we're criminals. Hopefully, you won't make the same mistake as Rosalind. Come on, Marik."

The two thieves walked out the back door, just as the front door opened. Ryou walked into Bakura's room, his hands behind his back.

"How are you doing? I got you some..." he smiled. "Jellybeans." He held out the jar for Bakura to see.

"Just sit it on the bedside table. I'm doing alright."

Ryou nodded. "Okay. I'm going to take a shower."

And with that, Ryou walked out of the room. Bakura gulped. What if the baby, which was Malik's, for sure, came out looking like it's second father? Bakura didn't want to end up like Rosalind; he really didn't. But, he had sworn on his first kiss with Malik that he would never come clean to anything. He shuddered to think of what Malik would do to him.