A/N: This chapter kinda sucks...it was basically a filler and took me like 3 weeks to write. But there's really not much to this chapter. Just fluff and Matt being a smartass XD. Enjoy.
Chapter 3
September 21, 2009
I sit in a chair next to Mello while the doctor does another ultrasound. It's hard to believe that little squirming spot on the screen has been inside Mello for almost eleven weeks now. I haven't been this engrossed in a screen since the all-night gaming marathon I pulled off last month. And this is way more awesome.
"Well, your baby's looking good," the doctor tells us. "Still a bit early to determine the gender quite yet, but it seems to be healthy."
Mello smiles, partially out of relief that the doctor is finished and is now cleaning the gel off of the probe. "So, how about getting this crap off my stomach, huh?"
The doctor gives him a look, then says, "You mean you don't like having that on you?"
Okay, this guy must have a death wish. Only I am allowed to be sarcastic with Mello, and even I get hit.
"Give me something to wipe off with, or I'll skin you alive and use that," Mello says through gritted teeth. The doctor cringes and goes to get him a damp washcloth. I give Mello's hand a gentle squeeze, reminding him not to threaten the only person besides us who knows about this. When he comes back over, he tosses the rag at Mello, wo replies with a small grunt.
"Here, Mels, I'll get that," I tell him, taking the cloth from his reluctant hand. He starts to protest at me for 'doing what he's perfectly capable of doing himself', but I just smile and kiss his belly, which is just barely beginning to form into a bump--he won't be able to wear leather for very much longer. He rolls his eyes, but smiles back at me as he zips his vest back up.
The doctor hands Mello the two ultrasound pictures he printed, then he gets up and we leave.
"I still can't believe I'm pregnant," Mello says, looking in awe at the pictures. "I really wish I knew how it happened..."
"Oh, that's easy," I reply. "We had wild, crazy, unprotected sex, and I apparently have some kind of super-sperm that's capable of impregnating men!"
"Of...course you do," he says. Then his stomach lets out a rather loud growl.
"Hey, I think the baby's talking already!" I gasp, smiling at Mello. "But we just can't understand it while it's in your tummy. Hey, maybe we can have actual conversations with it when it's born, and--"
"Okay, enough with your stupid theories; let's go eat. I'm starving!" he says, blushing, but I hear him laugh to himself. He likes my jokes, whether he'll admit it or not.
On the way back to the mafia building, we come across a small diner--probably family-owned, by the look of it. Mello heads inside, and I follow him.
"Welcome to Lonnie's," a young woman who's probably about our age says with a grin. She takes us to a table and hands us both a menu before leaving us to decide what we want. I'm personally not all that hungry, but I guess I might as well get something to eat now--I'm pretty sure the stove's busted again anyway.
A few minutes later a waitress comes to our table with two glasses of water.
"So, have you boys decided yet?" she asks. She looks at me first.
"Um, what's your soup of the day?" I ask.
"Vegetable," she replies.
"Great. I'll have that."
"Great!" she chirps, then turns to Mello. "And for you?"
Mello looks at the menu for a few more seconds, then sets it on the table. "I think I'll have the salmon," he says. Our perky waitress scribbles his order on her notepad.
"Excellent choice!" she says with a smile. "Can I get you boys anything else to drink?"
"No, this water's fine," Mello replies. "Do you want anything, Matty?" I shake my head. Our waitress giggles and walks away. I can't help but give Mello a strange look.
"I thought you hated fish," I smirk.
He shrugs. "I dunno, the picture in the menu just looked good..."
"Maybe it'll be something the baby will like," I tell him with a grin. He just rolls his eyes again, this time with an uncomfortable expression on his face rather than an annoyed one. Maybe I shouldn't mention the pregnancy while we're out in public, at least not until it becomes obvious, anyway.
Half an hour later, we're both finished, and our waitress brings out our check. She flashes us another cheery smile and--um, either it's my imagination, or her gaze flickered toward Mello's stomach for the briefest of seconds. Then she places the check on the table and walks away. I get out my wallet and pay the amount, then I leave a tip for her on the table.
When we walk outside, I look over at Mello. Something about him doesn't look right.
"You okay, babe?" I ask him.
He nods wearily. "Yeah, just tired...I'll be fine though, really. I'll just take a nap when I get back."
"You sure? You need me to carry you?"
"I said I'm fine, Matt," he says again, this time more firmly. "How would that look, carrying a grown man all the way home?"
"I wouldn't mind..."
"And soon you won't be able to carry me anyway, with me being about 30% heavier..."
"I wouldn't mind that either," I tell him. "The carrying part or the 30% heavier part."
Mello blushes. I take his hand and we walk together--in silence, for the most part--back to his place.
Soon, we make it to the hideout, and I go inside with him.
"You should probably get going," he tells me. "You've gotta work later, don't you?"
I sigh. "Yeah. But I wanted to tuck my baby in before I go."
"You can do that, oh, I dunno...when it's born," Mello says.
"Not that baby," I say, patting his tummy. "That's our baby. You're my baby."
"Matt, I'm older than you."
"Only by a month and a half," I say with a grin. "But it wouldn't matter anyway."
Mello smirks, then he yawns. We go to his room and he lies down on his bed. I hug him and give him a quick peck on the lips, then plant one on his belly for the second time today before letting him pull the covers up.
"Love you Matty," he says, closing his eyes.
"Love you too, Mello!" I reply. I'm not even out the door before I hear the sound of him snoring gently.
