I heard the door slam loudly as Ginga ran to who knows where. I wasn't very worried about him telling anyone since Madoka seemed to be calm. I think Ginga already knows what is going to happen to me and the baby if he tells the public.
''I wouldn't worry about him,'' Madoka says,'' he's always the first to shed tears but the last to open his trap. He just got emotional,'' she continued to stare at the door, as if Ginga was going to run back in any second now.
''Shouldn't you go after him?'' I ask bringing her out of her trance. She looked at me with a questioning look,'' I'll be fine.''
''Okay... I'll be back in no time,'' she said and ran out too. I see that she is also worried about the energetic red head.
''All alone,'' I say in sweet comfort. I always liked being alone. No one to disappoint and no one to pretend to care for me. Well little one, I should be thinking of names but... I didn't catch what gender you are. I'll have to ask Madoka later. At least I have your photo, I say. On the edge of my bed sat the black photo with a white spot in the middle. It most have gotten all the way there when Ginga ran off.
''You are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are grey
you'll never know how much I love you
you are my... sunshine'' I sing. I remember hearing someone sing that to me. Right now I can't remember exactly who. But I know those words made me feel important. Made me feel warm and nice.
Something I haven't felt in a long time.
I tear fell onto my chest and I realize that I am crying. I wipe the tears since there is no reason for me to cry- knowing that my baby is safe.
I suddenly feel a chill and the room feels like tension. The door opens and I hear step coming toward the room. They sound too similar to be Ginga or Madoka. That only ;eaves Yato. That would explain the goosebumps on my arms.
''I didn't know you can sing,'' his voice unusually happy.'' So hows our son or daughter? I hope it's a son. What about you?'' he sits on the bed next to me. His hand reaches out to caress my face.
''I don't care what gender it is. All I know is that he or she will be perfect,'' I say.
I expect him to hit me but instead he kisses my bandaged forehead. I don't know what going on. He's showing me affection. He never shows me affection if we're alone.
''I just know I'm going to be a dad and you are going to be a mom. Isn't that great?'' he looks ecstatic. It's a side I don't see at all. He looks like a little kid getting a new toy on Christmas.'' He or She will have perfect genes.''
I turn to him with a confused look. Genes? How does he know. I don't want this moment to end so I don't want to ask but somehow I feel scared.
''If it's a boy, he'll probably look more like you and if it's a girl, she'll probably look like me. I can't wait to see if it gets your green eyes or my dark blue ones. It going to be so cool when we tell the press.'' Reality came crashing down. I knew he had a reason to actually feel happy. I t wasn't about the baby. It was about making him look good. Nothing but to make him look good. Now, not only is a hero, married but now a family man.
''Of course we are going to wait until you are healed up. Can't believe you fell down the stairs. You are so clumsy but that's why I love ya,'' he placed a kiss on my nose this time.
''Yeah,'' I say, accepting the fact that I got these injuries falling down the stairs.
''S'okay, just hurry and heal so you look nice for the cameras.'' His eyes widen as he saw the photo. He leaned down to grab it and looked at our child. When I think 'our' it makes me sick. ''See, here it is so cool,'' he says excited.
''The doctors didn't tell me the gender,'' I siad. I kind of want him to smack me. This Yato scares me in a different way.
''S'okay, I'll ask them later on the phone,'' he said. His eyes not leaving the photo.
''Yato, what did you mean by good genes,'' I wanted him to smack and punch me.
''I picked you for a reason. Like I'd marry anyone without a benefit to me. I got hair samples from every attracting guy or girl. I sent them to a guy I know to tell me the details. Your genes were the closest to perfect. No disease, no young death, addiction or bad pigments. Your parents are dead cause an accident soit nothing genetic. My DNA is perfect too. Together we'll have the perfect baby. He or she will be healthy, have a high GPA and eyesight. Whether he gets yours or my eyes, they'll still be unique. Isn't it awesome that a whore like you and me, a hero can make the perfect baby,'' he said.
I let my eyes drift to the floor. Yato really is a sick bastard. But he's my sick bastard.
Sorry for the Short chap. Reviews motivate me to update. See ya.
