Confessions of a Married Man

Chapter Four:

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A/N: An inspiration from Jose Mari Chan's 'I Fell in Love with the Same Woman Three Times' with the particular line, "I fell in love with her the second time...when she first bore her child and mine..." Sayonara, Cory Aquino+

Disclaimer: Kyouya filed me a restraining order so I can't get too near my boyfriend for a short while. Only for a short while. In the meantime, I have an appointment with my psychologists regarding my schizophrenic episodes. /whispers/ Says I'm too disoriented. What's schizophrenia anyway?

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The whole labor room was in a total mayhem as Kyouya shouted instructions to the attending doctors to make their job right. Moments ago, he almost ran the whole hospital down as he knocked the door cold on the floor while rushing over to the side of the gurney.

"Sir," one blonde nurse with a surgical mask spoke. "If you would just leave the room. You're making everybody else panic."

"Excuse me?"

Aki poked her head up to look at the two men who glared at each other, and then, squeezed her husband's hand to stop him from going further. "Kyouya, I'm on labor. Just pretend you didn't hear that."

But Kyouya didn't give up. "I refuse to pretend such ludicrous thing. I own this hospital; you go out of this room."

"Kyo--AH!" Aki grimaced as another gush of pain ran through her spine. She gripped on Kyouya's hand tighter. He instantly softened and turned his gaze back to his wife as the physicians rushed over below.

Kyouya was just about to go his way over an important meeting when his mobile cracked a loud alert and a screaming Fuyumi greeted his eardrums painfully, yelling through the mouthpiece that Aki's water bag just broke. In the midst of his rush to the conference room, he abruptly turned halfway and dashed to the hospital immediately, while yelling instructions to his secretary, who was about to have an early lunch.

Ikuto must have been crazy to be able to tolerate such boss like him but for the sake of his steady salary, which an Ootori Kyouya is known to be good at, he had to learn how to manage.

He's a natural evil. Handsome, rich, smartass, maybe but when it comes to dealing with his personality, expect for the worse. He might even have the devil prostrate himself down before him, actually.

Possible reason why women never lasted on his secretarial job for so long. You'd never want to see yourself take that glorious seat near his office unless you have a death wish.

Panting heavily, Aki pushed further, while yelling Kyouya's name with a curse word after, and clenching his knuckles tighter than before. By the time she yelled for the third, they had turned white and probably by the time they've gotten finished, he wouldn't be able to feel them anymore.

It was perhaps the only time Ootori Kyouya stood there, sweating in tension and anticipation while holding hands with his wife as they waited for their son to come out and greet them.

Those nine months had been real torture for Kyouya. Mood swings would come here and there, unusual cravings that cut his total sleeping hours further in half, gaining him darker circles under his eyes that were barely even noticeable, and sometimes, he'd have to sleep in another room because Aki kicked him out of the bed because "he was too fidgety" when in fact, he wasn't even moving a muscle. He had to tolerate all of it. FOR NINE MONTHS.

But the seed he had worked hard for, the sweat he (or the sweat of his workers rather--that he had to send off to go get Aki's unusual cravings) had shed, and the nights he had sacrificed, would bear a beautiful fruit at the end of the day.

The whole room, that was silent for a split-second, was broken with a shrill little voice that had them smile in sated happiness.

Aki closed her heavily-lidded eyes, while listening to the soft cries of her son. Hers and Kyouya's son. Their first born.

She was spent, tired, and dead beat but the mere voice of her child would have eased all the pain. She felt good, happy, and content--those, which only a mother would feel.

Kyouya, in spite of the numbness of his left hand, reached out to carry his child; a smile painted on his lips as he bent down so Aki could touch him.

"He's finally here," he whispered on her ear as his other hand ran over her face to wipe drops of sweat off and push a stray lock of hair away. He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "He's here. We're now a family."

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Tamaki was muttering his usual antics: about to whom little Kyosuke got his good looks (from him, of course), to where the baptism would be held and who would be the godmothers and fathers of the child...'ya know, nothing exceptionally new. Haruhi, Hani-senpai and the twins encircled the bed while admiring the sleeping little boy who felt secured around Aki's arms.

"He looks more like you," Haruhi commented with a smile and the twins agreed with a devious grin.

"Maybe Kyouya-senpai's genes were always so weak then?" they chorused while sniggering devilishly and Aki smiled in response.

Thank God Kyouya was away for a cup of hot coffee.

"Is he going to eat cake with me and Bun-bun?" Hani-senpai piped in and Mori-senpai grunted a soft 'hn' before Aki spoke with another smile.

"Of course he'll be willing to eat cake. Especially with a strawberry on top."

"Yum!"

"Not if he'd pour gravy all over the icing," Kyouya had reentered the room and budged in the conversation. He shivered at the thought of remembering Aki pouring bottles of gravy all over her strawberry cakes. It was gross.

"Visiting hours are over--and Tamaki, don't eat that: it's a rose. You're stressing Kyosuke too much."

"Bah, Kyouya. You're an over-protective killjoy of a father."

Several grunts of disapproval and complaints later, Kyouya managed to push them all out of the suite with no sweat.

"You really shouldn't mingle with those people. Such pain," he muttered under his breath while locking the door in place. He turned back to her with a smirk tugging playfully on the corners of his lips.

"What?"

He strode on the bed and plopped on the cushion. "I heard that."

Confused, Aki raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "What?"

"That my genes weren't as dominant as yours?"

The corners of Aki's lips threatened to kick a smile. "So?"

With a smirk, Kyouya jumped in the bed and leaned in to press in forehead against hers, careful not to crush their little boy. "Want to prove them wrong?"

She snickered childishly and smacked him lightly on the head. "Idiot."

It was another world full of a lot more different feelings. Kyouya had never seen himself as happy as he was before, even when this particular girl he had fallen in love with had given her "I do." in front of the altar, no. It was a lot more different, yet a lot better. An unidentifiable sort of bliss that money and profit wouldn't even be able to replace with.

And as Kyouya leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his son's forehead, he knew that it was happiness, in which reasons words could never be able to get to explain.

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A/N: Review? If you would just scroll down, the little button just below this paragraph needs your utmost attention.

Another A/N: Oh yeah, just a little trivia here: It's a formal procedure for doctors to spank a newly born so the child would cry. Because then, an infant learns how to breath. Not just because the doctor is a sadist and simply wants to hurt a poor, defenseless newborn. NO. If the child doesn't cry, it would result to a shortage of oxygen to the brain that would eventually lead to certain abnormalities such as autism. I wanted to say this because I've read a certain fic before (can't remember the title) wherein the child didn't cry until Tamaki came to make him do so. THAT IS WRONG. It just bothers me, so yeah. Shutting up now. LEAVE A REVIEW!