The Third

It was the other best night of his life.

Chikage had insisted that he do his show. She was feeling fine, she insisted, she still had a couple of weeks, he'd promised to do this show tonight. As a gentleman, he couldn't refuse his lady's commands, and he had promised to do the show. It was a charity gig, and standing one of them up was probably all kinds of bad juju.

When one of the organisers beckoned to him offstage, holding up a "The hospital called- your wife's in labor!" sign, he had to hope cutting one short wasn't. He jubilantly announced his news to the crowd, bowed in farewell, vanished in a puff of smoke, and yelled and the ventriloquist that his act had been moved forward by twenty minutes on his way out of the door.

He was just in the nick of time. Chikage later said that she'd been braced for the hours of pushing and suffering that every other woman went on about, but really, it had all gone as smoothly as a heist. Toichi suggested that their little boy was already a gentleman, and didn't want to make a lady suffer.

Their little boy. Because they had a shared mischievous streak a mile wide, they named him Kaito. He was certainly something special. Even the eloquent, silver-tongued Kuroba Toichi was speechless, staring down at what they had created.

"He looks just like you," Chikage said tenderly. Toichi tutted.

"Really now. I think he looks very handsome."

Chikage elbowed him weakly. "He is. He's beautiful."

"More precious than any shiny rock or stained cloth I've ever seen," Toichi said, kneeling by the bed to get as close to his son as possible.

"Far more," Chikage agreed, cuddling her son close, one hand curling around her husband's. "Toichi?"

"Hmm?" Toichi said vaguely, still spellbound.

"We might have to start being…" she said softly. Toichi looked up, staring at her in horror.

"No," he gasped. "You don't mean…"

Chikage nodded. "Responsible."

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The next one's the last one of these I wrote. If I ever come up with something else, I may add it on, but my muses are busy elsewhere for now :P

Magic Kaito does not belong to me. I just borrow the characters, play dress-up and tea party for a bit, and then try to sneak them back to Aoyama Gosho's room before he notices that they're gone.