Fragment 2 – Welcome

Inspired by: A Dutch song I heard on the radio as well as an old story which would have ended nearly this way. The song reminded me of it and I just had to write and share.
Word count: 973
Genres: Fantasy and Romance, I'd say.
Pairings: YamixAtemu
Warnings: Just... no. They'll give away the whole surprise at the end. Worry-wart Atemu is the only thing you need to beware of. You all should know what I write nowadays, really. I can't tell you.

There's not even going to be a summary. I want to surprise you.

Enjoy!

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Pacing around the hallway had been a bad idea, but he couldn't control himself. Atemu sighed loud for the umpteenth time, walked alongside the wall again, before changing to the opposite direction. This should not have happened... he wouldn't bear it to lose Yami. Magic potion or not, this... Atemu shuddered at the thought, going back the way he'd come from like so many times before.

Not after all that had happened, not after the battle they had survived, not after they had found a home to live happily ever after in. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Atemu realized he was afraid. He'd known fear before, but not this kind. This was the one that whispered to him he could lose his beloved. That he would never see him attending the roses again. That he would never see him smile or hear him laugh again. Never again a wink from his crimson eyes, never again the touch from his hands, never again a soft moan falling over his lips.

Why? Why wouldn't they say something to him? Surely they had some news? Atemu tried to halt one of the nurses, but she couldn't help him. Another ran off, her hands filled with needle and thread and Atemu felt so sick to the stomach, he stopped asking. He just continued to pace in front of the doors towards the surgery rooms. Was this what all people felt when they were worried about their beloved ones? He could still remember coming home from work.

At the thought, a small smile graced Atemu's lips briefly. Home... from normal work. Not his princely duties, nor that of being a Guardian. Just, work. Simple desk work for Ryou's restaurant. Simple work, so he could provide Yami with all they needed. A lovely home upon a hill, a white-picked fence, a beautiful garden... He suddenly realised these feelings could have been Yami's in their lives before the battle. Yami would have worried about him... with these awful feelings.

Atemu vowed he would work behind that desk for the remainder of his live and the next. He would never let Yami have these feelings again. These feelings that left him without any strength, but hope. Hope it would be all right, hope all would be well.

"Sir?", Atemu heard softly, turning for the millionth time that day to finish his circle. Musings broken, he turned to the nurse, grasped her shoulders and stared at her. His royal teachings reared its head after it had died down demanding to know what was going on with his husband while the nurse had run with needle and thread. It was back as he stared at her, silently ordering her to speak.

"He asks for you", she merely said and Atemu resisted the urge to sink to the floor and than all the gods in the world. He couldn't, not yet. He had to see Yami first, he had to make sure he was really all right. That he had not bled to death, that he had not died... that he would not die for many years to come. As he followed the nurse and she opened doors before him, the bright light shining in his eyes, he could remember the sun as it had shone upon his face that day. As he had opened the white-picked fence to enter their front yard, he had hoped Yami would be working on the flowers, but he had not. Instead, he had come from the house, running down the hill as if he was hunted.

He had caught his beloved, had held him close as the other caught his breath. Atemu had not understood when Yami seemed to be unharmed, his confusion had only grown when his beloved had smiled at him.

"What is it?", he'd asked softly, warily, but Yami's smile had remained. It was the same one Yami presented him with now as Atemu entered the room. It was stark white, clean beyond measure and it did nothing to ease the tanned man. His pale beloved sat upright in bed, broad smile filled with love as he was beckoned closer.

Atemu could feel all his fear fall from his shoulders as he did so, a warm smile curling his lips as he gazed upon Yami. He had been afraid, unnecessarily so, he realised. Though with more fears than just the one from losing Yami. Would he be good enough? Was he even ready for this?

"They wouldn't say anything", he whispered softly. Yami smiled at him.

"I made them bring you to me. I still can't feel my legs, but I needed you here... with us", the pale man whispered and as Atemu sat down next to his beloved upon the bed, he gazed down at the little face within the bundle of blankets in Yami's arms. Their wonder, their little miracle. He moved just a little closer, he didn't want to hurt his lover, before he hugged him close and kissed Yami's temple.

"Well done, beloved", he whispered proudly, remembering those brilliant and fear-instilling words on that day many months ago. The one where Yami had come for him at the fence and had smiled up at him brilliantly.

"I'm pregnant".

It should not have been possible, he was infertile, he was never to have children, yet... here this tiny miracle was. In the arms of his lover, safe and warm. Atemu felt Yami wipe a stray tear from his tanned cheeks, but he couldn't help himself. All fear had vanished as he had looked upon his smiling husband and their little wonder. He would do anything in his power to ensure their safety. He nuzzled Yami gently, kissing him again, before he couldn't tear his rose-red eyes from the tiny child.

"Welcome home", he whispered softly.

"Yugi".

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Hi Everyone! Thanks for reading, I wanted to do something sweet. The song is called: Welcome (Welkom in Dutch) from Nick & Simon. Basically, the song is about feelings before the birth of a baby, of fear on if one would be able to be a great father and on what to expect as well as lyrics for after the baby is born and that the child is more than welcome and will be loved forever more.

Anyhow, this is it. No need to tell more about this fragment really. One day I might write up the whole story, but there'll probably be more fragments of it first. I have many more in my mind, but wanted to share this one first.