A/N: I don't know much about Yuki's father, so if I get his personality wrong or something, sorry, but I have no internet at the moment, and can't check. I have to upload this story at my school computer. That's how bad it is.

This chapter isn't so much humorous. It's more about family. Enjoy!

I tried putting a website name on this document. That's why everything was underlined at first.

And soon, four months passed. Machi got of on maternity leave, and spent all of her time at home, just thinking about the coming child. Then five months passed, and her belly grew even bigger. At six months, it came time for the key decisions: Hospital or midwife? What kind of birth would it be? A natural birth, or C-section? Many trips to the hospital followed, and sonogram was take of the soon coming child. They soon realized it would be a girl.

Soon seven months.

Then eight.

And then, finally, the ninth month was nearing it's end. The baby would arrive in around next month, the doctor said. And the mood swings began.

Lately, Machi felt like she had absolutely no control over her emotions. Like all these mixed feelings where building up inside her.

"Hey Machi," Yuki asked her, "Are you okay?" She was red faced, for some reason at the dinner table, breathing heavily. Because for some reason that night, she was completely and inexplicably furious at everyone.

"I'm fine," she said grouchily, "What makes you think I'm not?"

"No reason, it's just your face is kind of—"

""I'm fine!"

"Okay, okay, just asking."

"Oh," Ayame said suddenly, "This is so cute!"

"What is?" Machi snapped.

"Your first mood swings!"

"What?" Yuki asked. Though he had begun to suspect they where coming, and where probably already here.

"I'm not getting mood swings!"

"It's okay," Ayame said, surprisingly cheerfully, "Every woman gets them during pregnancy."

"How would you know? Seeing as you've never been pregnant?" Yuki said. Please God, Please don't let them come now. Not now. I have my brother to deal with! Machi can't get hormonally unstable now! Please.

"Oh for god sake!" Machi said, flaring up, "Why is everyone concerned about my problems. There my problems, so leave me alone!"

You hate me, don't you? Yuki thought. Do you get some kind of sick joy out of this?

"Oh, Machi," Ayame said, "Don't me grumpy. You can easily over come these mood swings, simply by deep breathing and medication."

The one worst thing a person can do when another is angry, is to point that there angry. The second worst thing a person can do, is try to tell them how to calm down.

"Oh, shut up," Machi said irritably, "I'm fine, okay! Just leave me alone." Feeling the anger rising in her, she wanted nothing more then to cause pain. She was so angry she could have done anything. And the worst part was, she didn't know why.

Ayame, however, would not be deterred. "You know, it isn't good to bottle up your emotions. It can cause depression, anxiety, and stress. In all the baby books—"

"Your reading baby books?" Yuki asked incredulously. He'd never dare admit that he'd read most of them himself.

"Of course. I would be an unfit uncle if I didn't. Hold on let me get them…" Ayame quickly got of and ran into his room, and quickly returned with a small book.

"It says, and I quote":

It's common to have mood swings during pregnancy, because of hormonal changes that affect you. Some moms-to-be experience heightened emotions, both good and bad; others feel more depressed, anxious, or angry.

Again, the anger rose in Machi.

Some physical symptoms of pregnancy, such as heartburn, fatigue, and frequent urination, can also be a burden. It's not uncommon to feel like you've lost control over your body and your life during this time. All these concerns may take your emotions on a roller-coaster ride, Ayame continued, not noticing Machi's red face, Even if your baby is very much wanted, at times you may have mixed feelings about the pregnancy, and your new child. You may ask: am I reading the right books? Am I buying the right products? Will I know how to stimulate my child's development properly and build his/her self-esteem?

In the meantime, your body's changing and you may be feeling unattractive in your own or your partner's eyes. You may be worried about putting on too much—"

Machi didn't even let him finish his sentence. She slammed her fork down on the table, and angrily stalked into the bedroom.

And then for some reason, she fell on to the bed, and the minute her head hit the pillow, she began to cry.

Later, she heard the door open and felt some one sit beside her, a soft hand stroking her hair.

"What's the matter," he whispered softly.

"Nothing," she replied stubbornly. She tried covering her tear stained face with her pillow. He lay down beside her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Is Ayame upset?" she asked, with genuine concern.

"No, he still insists it's part of your mood swings," chuckled. Then his voice became soft again. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know."

"I know it's not mood swings."

"No."

"What is it. Is it Ayame?" He asked jokingly.

"He's not that bad," she smiled for a moment.

"Yuki," she said, "I'm scared." He did not respond, but simply waited for her to continue. She appreciated that.

"What if we do something wrong? What if we do something that will hurt them forever?" she began to cry again, "What if we do the same thing my parents did to me? What if the baby hates us?"

"She won't hate you."

"But how can you tell?" She said through her tears, "How do you know? So much could go wrong. So little can go right. I don't know anything about kids. What if I'm a terrible mother. How do you know Yuki?"

"I know, because I choose to think that we'll be good parents. Things won't always go right. There will be fights. And tears. And we'll get hurt sometimes. And she'll get hurt sometimes. These things, they're inevitable. And all we can do is love the child. For who she is. And try. Things will go wrong Machi. But it's okay. She's worth it."

"I can't do it alone," she responds.

"You won't be alone," he whispers.

"I'm scared."

"I am too, sometimes. But do you want the baby?"

"Yes."

"Then, we'll raise it together. It'll be okay."

He held her, letting her cry until she fell asleep. As the last sobs died down in deep breaths, he covered her in the blanket, and quietly closed the door.

"Oh, brother," Ayame said when he saw Yuki, "You left so suddenly! Well, if Machi asleep, we can go over the books again. You know, I was never able to read to you when we where little?"

"Do you remember our father?"

Ayame stayed quiet for a while. "Yes…" he said at last, "I don't see him too much anymore. Though I do remember he was a very selfish man. And he let Mom push him around all the time. And he had the over bearing smell of cologne." He laughed a little, but Yuki did not laugh. He had a pained look on his face.

"I've never met him. Not once. It's like I was born, and I gave him something. I gave him respect and money. And then, he just dumped me.

Like he didn't even care.

"I never met him, not once in my life. All I can remember is the smell of his cologne. And an old picture of him with me when I was born. He wasn't even holding me. The nurse was holding me, he was just standing there smiling.

He doesn't seem to care.

"Do you realize that if our father died this very moment, I wouldn't feel anything. No pain, no sadness. It wouldn't even disturb me a little. I just wouldn't care. Isn't that disgusting? The fact that a father or son could die today, and neither would even care about the other?

I really don't care about him."

Ayame looked oddly wise then. He said,

"I recall a time, when one of his businesses died, and he was so upset. He went to almost every bank in town, trying to get a loan from them, trying desperately to revive them. That same day, I broke my leg in gym class. When they called him to come and get me, he said he was to busy, and to get mom, or some other relative." Ayame laughed. It wasn't his usually cheery flamboyant laugh. I was cold and dry, like the joke, hadn't really been that funny.

"I don't want to become that way. I don't want to become so obsessed with the superficial."

"You won't little brother." Ayame said as he stood up. "Your too good for it. Believe me." He ruffled his brother's hair as he left, which usually would have received him a good punch in the face. Tonight though, Yuki did not react. So Ayame went to bed.

"You won't little brother. Your too good for it. Believe me."

And he wanted too believe him. He did. He smiled.

Suddenly a loud scream cam from Machi's room. Quickly he jumped up and ran into the room, thrusting the door open.

Machi was crouched on the floor, breathing heavily her hand on her belly. Ayame appeared just behind him.

"Machi?"

She stayed crouched, her breath coming out in pained gasps.

"It's time," she whispered, "The baby's coming. We have to get to the hospital, quickly."