Title: The Unexpected Arrival

Disclaimer: Daa!Daa!Daa! Is the sole property of Mika Kawamura. But 'The Unexpected Arrival' belongs to the author…

Summary: Miyu discloses a piece of news which leaves Kanata in a state of absolute shock…

AUTHOR'S notes:-

Hello guys and girls. Again so many reviews!!! I was so thrilled to see so much support. Sorry for the delay… now read on…

THANK YOU…

The Unexpected Arrival…

Begins here…

Recap:

"I don't know why you're freaking out about this," Nozomu said, cleaning one of his paintbrushes on a rag. "Parenthood can be scary, but I think it's the best thing Christine and I have ever done."

"Kanata, wallowing in self-pity never helped anyone."

Were fights and mistakes really typical Kanata and Miyu?

"Is Miyu at your place?" Kanata asked as Santa made his way over to the other two men, treading carefully so he didn't step on any of Christine's plants.

"Upset and I really can't blame her," Santa told his friend bluntly. "'Are you sure it's mine'? Are you kidding? What possessed you to even ask that?"

"Do you have any reason to suspect that it wouldn't be?" Nozomu asked seriously

"What if it's hereditary?" Kanata pondered. "What if I screw this kid's entire life just because it has my genes?"

"Daddy!!"

Chapter Three: The encounter…

"There's my favorite girl," Nozomu cooed, lifting his daughter up into his arms and hugging her tightly. She had been out much later than her normal bed time tonight, because Christine had wanted to take her to see the beautiful starry night near the lake-side like her mother had done to her when she was the same age, which is why Nozomu had agreed to stay home to give them some private mother-daughter time. The Starry sight only occurred on clear nights and was a breath-taking display when the rare stardust would spread around the vast horizon. The lake-side had spread over the years to cover several acres so it was really a sight to behold. It also had a special place in Christine's heart because, not only was the stardust setting, one of her favorite sights, but it had also been the place where Nozomu had proposed to her.

"Did you have fun tonight?" inquires Nozomu.

"Uh-huh. They were so pretty," the little girl told him in her gorgeous little voice of hers. At three years old, the child was absolutely adorable. Her hair was light blonde and very long, and her amethyst eyes always glowed with happiness. Christine and Nozomu had called her Rose, and even at a young age, everyone could tell that she had inherited the kind and loving nature of her parents.

"And now it's time for bed," a sweet voice said from the door to the glasshouse, and the three men look over to see the always lovely Christine standing there with a soft smile on her face as she watched her husband with their daughter. Her smile didn't fade when she shifted her gaze off her family to the two other men who were sitting at her work bench. "Hello. I didn't know you two would be here."

"It all kind of happened spontaneously," Nozomu informed his wife.

"Oh, okay," Christine said. Whether or not she could tell that Kanata was there seeking refuge from another fight with Miyu – which she most probably did since this had happened several times in the past – Christine showed no outwards signs of judgment or even curiosity. She was just the same sweet, caring person that she was in high school. "Will you be staying the night?"

"No, I better get back before Nanami decides that all men are useless and change the locks," Santa grinned.

(A/N: Nanami and Santa are a thing, just for this story)

"I should get going too," Kanata mumbled.

"You sure?" Nozomu asked, shifting Rose's weight in his arms.

"Yeah," Kanata answered simply. He knew it was unlikely, but he wanted to be there in case Miyu came home. He really needed to talk to her. And also he needed some time alone to think.

"Well, you know you're welcome here anytime," Christine reminded them. Kanata grunted in response, getting up off the stool so he could begin his journey back to his town house in Heiomachi. In Nozomu's arms, Rose started to squirm until her father put her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the little girl dashed through the greenhouse and threw her arms around Kanata's leg.

"Bye Uncle 'Anata," she gushed. Even though she had quite an impressive vocabulary for a three year old, she had never been able to put the K on the start of Kanata's name. Not that Kanata really cared. Rose was cute enough to get away with anything. "I love you."

Kanata's shoulders shifted tensely for a second but he forced himself to regain control in front of the others. He was a lot better with dealing with intimate emotions than he was in high school, but Rose timing couldn't have been more difficult for him. Here was one child telling him how much she loved him while he still wasn't sure about the idea of having his own. It was enough to make his brain start to hurt. As stressed as he was, however, he did not want to upset Rose after she had had such a fantastic night at the Lake. Forcing a soft smile, Kanata gently patted her blonde head. "Love you too, little one. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Kay!" Rose squealed, squeezing his leg again. And with that, Kanata left for home where he would spend a sleepless night running things over in his mind.

Kanata never felt completely at ease in his own home whenever Miyu wasn't there. Their town house was nowhere near as extensive or vast as the palace Nozomu and Christine shared, but whenever Miyu was away on tour or if she ever decided to crash at Nanami's instead of traveling all the way from States back home to the Heiomachi, Kanata had always felt their home felt bigger and emptier than it had even felt whenever his beloved wife was there. And the feeling was enough to make the once solitary man to travel to be with his friends or waste the night away in the lab trying to solve a new problem; note "TRYING".

As a child, Kanata had never had a person where he would dare to spend any longer than a few nights in a row with. His only company was his father but he had to keep moving around on it if he wanted to stay a good, Buddha seeking monk. That nomadic life style had been so firmly fixed in Housho's nature that even Kanata's graduation – the day when he had got many awards, at a place he spent four years of his life – had never been a place that he ever dared to call close home. He was loyal to the name and the honor it represented, but he wasn't that attached to the actual building like others had. He just wasn't sentimental enough for that.

But that had all changed the day he had gotten a place with Miyu. From that point onwards, Kanata's idea of home was directly related to whether or not Miyu was with him. She didn't have to be attached to the waist with him or anything ridiculous like that. Just knowing that they were under the same roof gave Kanata a serenity that that he had never known before. He hated to admit it, but that damn best-friend of his was right saying that Miyu had turned him from a cold, cynical pessimist into a pathetic, love sick sap.

Kanata felt more pathetic as usual as he sat alone in his empty town house, a hardly touched glass of whiskey beside him. A whole day had passed since Miyu had dropped the news of her pregnancy on him and so far she hadn't returned home after storming out on him. And after a day of being lost in his own thoughts, Kanata had tried to return to some of his old vices to try and find some release. Drinking had always been a wonderful means of escape for Kanata, but tonight he just couldn't get into it. As terrified as she made him by her dislike of him indulging in alcohol as a "VENT", Kanata had decided a long time ago that he didn't want to run from Miyu.

But now, with the baby . . .

Kanata was still nowhere near close to figuring out how he felt about that particular issue when he heard the sound of someone unlocking his front door and entering the house. Snapping out of his thoughts, Kanata scrambled to his feet and hurried to the door where he found his wife. Miyu's emerald eyes narrowed as they fell on him, a clear indication that their argument the night before had not been forgotten. Not that he expected anything less…

Author's notes:-

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