I swear I updated more often during Christmas season than I do now. I'm sorry.
Ryoma had been handed pamphlets and had been given a date to return by before he was allowed to leave. His doctor had expressed concern about his being a pro tennis player, saying that the stress from being in the lime light would more than likely end up becoming too much for his body to handle, especially because they weren't sure how a male body would respond to pregnancy, and had requested he tried to lay low for the on coming months.
Ryoma didn't complain about that. There was no way he was about to just show himself in public looking like he'd stuck a watermelon to his midsection. And as for the early months, he knew at that exact moment, he did not feel like being out in the public eye and honestly doubted that was going to change any time soon.
The next issue at hand was that he was underage, and his parents would have to find out. There was going to be no hiding it from them. He had earned a fair share playing in pro tournaments, but not nearly enough to run off to same random place, have a child (when he didn't even know how he was going to actually have the child yet), and be able to pay for everything while taking proper care of himself and it…the child.
If there was one thing he did know, it was that no one but the doctor would be knowing about this for as long as he could help it. Ryoma opened the door that separated the examination rooms from the waiting room and Momo stood.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Ryoma shrugged it off. "Fine. Must have caught something funny the last time I was in the States. Can we go now?"
Momo nodded, hesitantly. "So…you're not going to die on me, then?"
Ryoma looked at him for a second before rolling his eyes. "No, Momo-senpai. Can you take me home now?"
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That night he didn't sleep. He just lay there in bed thinking of everything that was to come. He was pregnant. Somehow. He would love to know what had happened to make that possible. Several ideas ran through his mind, one of them toying around with the idea that he wasn't always entirely male like he had always just assumed. He shrugged that one off, though. He had been to so many doctors and had had so many tests done that someone along the way would probably have picked up on it. He least, he hoped. So what was different now?
The doctor had given him an ultra sound picture, that he had shoved into his wallet so Momo wouldn't see, and given him an estimate as to how far along he was. He had then assigned Ryoma homework, to pin point which day around that time he had had sex so they could get a more accurate due date. At the time he had just assumed that wouldn't be such a big deal to figure out, but when he had tried to think about it… Instead, he had spent the majority of the night just staring at the ultra sound picture.
The next morning he had decided he wasn't even going to try and go to school. He sent Momo a text message saying he wasn't going and that he didn't have to come get him since he wasn't feeling good again. The ultra sound picture was laying on the pillow next to his face when he rolled over to try and get comfortable again. He glared at it and lazily set it on the table beside his bed.
When he opened his eyes again, his father was standing there holding the photo, staring from it to him.