Sorry I haven't updated in so long! ): There's no excuse actually... I've been really lazy.
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Arguments
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"Be that way!" An very angry pinked haired woman shouted as she slammed the door to their bedroom.
"I will! Next time you can make your own money while I stay home instead!" A dark-blue haired man shouted back just as loud.
"Well without me you wouldn't even know how to cook your own meals!"
"Uh yeah, there's this thing called the Internet."
Amu said no more. She slid down to her knees and silently sobbed as tears streamed down her face. What did she do wrong in order to infuriate her husband? Her hands gently caressed the 2 month bump in her stomach. She hadn't told him yet. If only he knew.
Ikuto's POV
I gripped my hair and tried to pull it all out. What have I done? What if Amu wants to divorce me? Haven't I been a good husband? I tried my best. No, she probably won't want a divorce, but she might move out and stay at one of her friend's house. The thought angered me and I quickly grabbed the nearest thing I could, an empty picture frame. With all my might I chucked it at the wall and it broke with a loud crash.
Amu's POV
What was that noise? Oh no, what is Ikuto doing? I cry harder and harder, still silently though. I didn't mean it, really. He came home late and expected some dinner right away, thinking that I already cooked it. I didn't have time, I was actually spending most of the evening barfing in the toilet. I hadn't told him the news yet. After I was done, I felt feeble and weak and slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Ikuto was impatiently sitting at the kitchen table giving me a look.
"What?" I had said.
"Where's my dinner?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Just microwave up a frozen dinner." I sighed.
"No, I want fresh food."
"Make it yourself then, I have things to do."
"And you think I don't? I just got home an hour late than usual and I come home to nothing on the table to eat after working my tail off to support us?" His tone of voice changed. "I don't see you doing anything to provide for us."
"It's your fault for not letting me work in the first place!" I shouted.
"Well maybe you should!" He banged his hand on the table and shot up from his seat.
That's how it leads up all to now. I didn't know Ikuto was so stressed, I know he has work but other nights when he gets home late he doesn't mind. Why is it now?
I wipe my tears away as my sniffles start to decrease. Am I not good enough for him?
Ikuto's POV
Guess I'm sleeping on the couch tonight, I thought to myself as I quickly cleaned up the remains of the photo frame. I just got done eating some cereal and finished washing the dishes. I'm a good husband aren't I? I try to provide for us but what if Amu expects more from me?
I sighed and threw the glass into a bag and tossed it out the back door. I'll put it in the garbage tomorrow. Walking quietly as I could up the stairs, I turn the knob to our bedroom. Locked.
"Tch."
No blankets for me then.
Amu's POV
As I climb into our king sized bed, I glance at the abandoned pillow next to me. Ikuto's pillow. And it smells just like him I tell myself as I cuddle it. Is he warm enough for tonight? As I lay in bed for what feels like an eternity, but is actually an hour, I imagine all the good times we had. Our wedding day, our honeymoon, I blush at that thought. It was only two months ago. Our first vacation together to the beach, our water park day, everything. I wish it could go back to those happy times. It's probably all my fault that we're mad at each other.
Hoping to set things right, I get out of my warm spot in bed and grab a thick blanket from our closet and silently creep downstairs. I wandered into the living room and see Ikuto laying on the couch. My heart stops for a second. He looks so handsome in a peaceful atmosphere, unlike what we had not too long ago. My feet tremble as I walk towards him. Swiftly throwing the blanket over his body, I glance at his face one more time before I travel back upstairs for a lonely night in bed.
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Sunlight awakens me from my sleep. It's Thursday. Ikuto probably left for work early. My face suddenly looks downcast. That means another eight hours without his presence in our house. I brushed my teeth and put on a pair of snug sweatpants and t-shirt and head downstairs. Time for another morning of healthy breakfast. I yawned and stretched as I groggily walked to the kitchen. Something caught in my eye as I rubbed it out with my hand and prepared to make my own breakfast. Wait a minute, something smells. I filled my nostrils with a heavenly smell of pork miso soup and green tea.
Wait one more minute.
Who was cooking this?
My eyes shot open and widened as I saw the sight of Ikuto in an apron facing the stove.
I gasped.
He must've heard because he turned around and his eyes widened at the sight of me too. But still, no matter what, he was probably still angry with me. Inside, my heart crumbled a bit. He was probably giving me a silent treatment. I still stood in the doorway like an idiot, staring at the tiles of our floor. I could hear Ikuto ladling out some soup for the both of us as he turned his back to me. Slowly I shuffled my way to him so that I could grab my bowl. It's probably time that I should 'provide' for myself anyways.
Ikuto's POV
Our moment of silence lasted forever. I just wanted to hear her sweet voice again. I heard Amu walk towards me. I turned around and handed her the bowl of miso. Her hand reached out but her eyes remained staring at the floor. I reached out and put the bowl in her hands while balancing my bowl in the other. But what happened sparked my whole body and I looked up to see if she felt it too. Our hands touched.
Amu's POV
Our hands.... are touching. My body suddenly felt refreshed and all the anger evaporated away. I wanted to melt at the touch of his hand and I could tell my cheeks were flaring up. Suddenly, I had this big urge to just start all over and be a happy couple again.
"I'm sorry." We both said in unison. The words still lingered in the air.
Ikuto's face remained indifferent as he set the bowls down back on the counter and opened his arms.
"Come here." He murmured.
I started crying again as I rushed into his arms and embraced him tightly. I inhaled his familiar smell and sobbed into his muscular chest.
"Shh..." He whispered into my ear as he patted my back lovingly.
"It all my fault." I sobbed.
"No it's mine." He told me.
We stood there for who knows how long until we pulled back. I looked into his eyes and he gazed into mine.
We pulled in for a kiss and suddenly, I knew, that everything was forgiven. We stood there for at least a minute until we were out of breath and pulled away again.
"Ikuto..."
"Hm?"
"I'm pregnant."
A moment of quietness.
"That's wonderful."
I could tell he smirked before he pulled me into another passionate kiss.
A/N: That was sooo cute (: My parents actually fought yesterday... so this was my inspiration :D
Eww... The new Shugo Chara series really doesn't seem exciting anymore since Ikuto is out of the story ): Well anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this oneshot hehe.
I'm actually thinking about discontinuing or deleting High School Tromance along with Love Camp and starting a new and improved story.
Tell me what you think ;D
Review for all my hard work? :3
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