a crying baby sound disturbed Mello in his sleep. He gently shook the guy next to him.

"It's your turn to check the baby, Matt," He said. The only response he got was a loud snore.

He sighed.

Slipping his feet out of the bed, he stepped on the cold wooden floor, outside the room, into the corridor, and finally standing inside the little peach-colored room, he took to his arms the little baby, which until that moment was bursting in tears.
"Shhh," He whispered. "It's alright, daddy is here..."

Matt would always laugh about the fact that Michelle would keep calm whenever she was around Mello, but will take forever to calm down even a tiny bit near Matt. Like now.

Michelle was six months old, with a light-brown skin and black hair. She is the daughter of one of his and Matt's best friend, Michelle. Ironic, no?
Not really.

The two boys met Michelle in Maryland, at a bar. It was an unfortunate one-night stand that got her pregnant. She didn't want to keep the baby, and accepted Matt and Mello as the adoptive parents. The night she gave birth, the worst thing could have happened: Maternal death. As the papers were already signed, they got the baby right away. In meaning to honor their friend, they named her child after her.

Mello smiled, remembering of that woman. She would always go around saying that if they came to Maryland because gay relationships weren't in a disfavour, they could easily do a same-sex marriage. It did come to their minds, but Mello would always wave that away, saying he doesn't want their girl to grow up being called weird for having gay parents.

"Whether we are married or not, Mells, we still are together. A ring won't really make a difference about other people's opinion," Matt would always say.

After he and his best-friend ran away, they settled down in many cities. They moved to the USA, because Matt used to live there. Mello offered germany, but Matt didn't know german, and wasn't really in the mood of learning it, either. They moved to Maryland once their relationship was getting officially serious, and the citizens in the cities they were in frowned upon those kind of things.

Thinking about it, Mello wouldn't have done any of this if it wasn't with Matt.
Matt.

Every morning, Mello reads the newspaper. Once in awhile he finds an article about a case being solved. As obvious, since Mello had left, the case solver was Near. Mello ram away before L's death. Whenever he finds the article, he looks at it, staring, thinking it could have been him, solving the Kira case, solving the other many cases that lead Near, called as "N", to the fame he is in now. Just when he'd start to get lost in his destroyed dreams, Matt would come from behind him, putting his hands on Mello's shoulders, a gesture that said: You don't need it.

Usually Mello would sigh in return and hold one of his hands. He really didn't need it. If he had a chance to live this life again, to choose between staying and beating Near, solving cases and being the smartest investigator, to running away with Matt and growing old with him while living a calm, peaceful life, he'd choose Matt without even blinking. Matt was the reason for everything. He was the reason for Mello's inner peace. He needed him together, forever.

Gently putting Michelle back in her crib, he silently climbed back on bed, yawning.

"Why did you get up?" The brunette asked, half asleep.

"Because a certain lazy-ass wouldn't," He responded.

And I'm done!

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