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"What on earth provoked you to kidnap Rima!" Kukai exclaimed, following her wife into their house. He had barely restrained himself from exploding in the car on their way back home. "She's pregnant, Utau! With child! She's not fit to be running about shopping when there's a baby that's growing and living inside her! Utau, she's pregnant!" The blonde in question plopped down onto the couch, sighing heavily. She had enough of her husband's banter.

"Kukai!"

"Ma'am?"

"Rima's not that far along. Shut up."

Kukai sat down on the couch next to the peeved blonde.

"Utau, what on earth gave you the foolish idea to kidnap her?"

The blonde sighed, again, pulling out her phone.

"Like you said, Rima's pregnant. Soon, we won't be able to stuff like this because she's gonna have a kid and have to take care of it."

"It? And I thought you said Rima wasn't 'that far along'." Utau smacked him.

"You know what I mean," she growled.

"No, I'm not sure I do."

The singer glared at her husband, the light of her phone contorting the shadows on her face. Kukai swallowed past the lump in her throat.

"I saw you bought another soccer ball online," she replied menacingly.

"Now that I think about it, I totally understand!" the physical ED teacher exclaimed, hopping off of the couch. "Say no more, beautiful wife!"

"Good," Utau said and got of the couch. She walked toward the bathroom, tossing her phone to her spouse. Kukai pocketed the slim, smooth, some-what shiny, and sophisticated white cellular device and followed the blonde beauty he had married. Leaning against the door way, he watch his partner, by love and by law, undue the buttons to the blouse she was wearing.

"Utau?" he asked, moving forward.

"Yes?" the woman in question tossed the silky garment into the laundry basket.

"What do you think about having a baby?" His arms wrapped around her waist upon asking the question, causing the woman he now held to jump slightly.

"Kukai, I like my figure and your hands are cold."

"But think about it," he said, rubbing his cold hands across her warm stomach. "There would be something that both of us created inside you stomach. Growing, living, eating, etc, etc. All that stuff. Then, one day, it would pop out and we'd have a baby! A living human being!"

"'It'?"

Kukai rolled his eyes and kissed her shoulder.

"Well, would you want a boy or a girl?"

"Boy."

"Why? I thought you would pick a girl. I mean, she would be pretty like you."

Utau smiled at his remark.

"We need a male who can sing in this house."

"Who said he would sing? If it is a boy, I would want him to play soccer with me."

"Who said anything about playing soccer? We are going to have a boy and he is going to sing with his mom on stage."

"No, our boy is going to play soccer with me out on the field. Or basketball in the court."

"Oh, so now you are trying to make my child be some westerner? My child is going to become a singer and be completely Japanese!"

"Soccer."

"Singer."

"Soccer."

"Singer."

"Soccer."

"Singer."

"Soccer."

"Singer."

"Utau."

"Singer."

"Utau."

"Sing-yes?"

"Before what we decide what job our child will have—and it will be an something in the field of sports—shouldn't we actually have a child?"

Utau frowned, moving out of Kukai's arms.

"True. But before we do that, I'm going to take a shower." Then, she pushed her husband out of the room.

Thirty minutes later Utau walked out of her shared bedroom, ready for her date. She walked into the living room to see her husband—not ready—playing with the two dogs.

"Kukai, go get ready. We're going to drop Jule off at Rima's on our way."

"Okay, where are we going?

"Haha, very mature Kukai," she said, rolling her eyes. "We're going on our date. Remember?"

"Date, date, date, date... Oh! Our date!" Kukai face-palmed. "I forgot to tell, you, I had to cancel our reservations."

"What!"

"Well, you were gone and I waited...over two hours for you. Then, the restaurant called and asked if we'd like to extend our reservation or cancel it. I had no idea when you'd be back, so I canceled it."

Utau stared it him in disbelief.

"You did...what?" she squeaked.

Thirty minutes earlier somewhere else…

Amu quietly snuck into her apartment, hoping her husband was still sound asleep. She glanced at her watch. It was a little after one...

"Good," she muttered, taking off her shoes and putting on a pair of house slippers. "He still should be asleep." The pinkette made her way to the kitchen, careful to not make too much noise as she prepared lunch for the man that was hopefully still passed out in her bed. Or on the couch. Or in the closet. Or slept-walk up to the roof. Or on the balcony.

Amu opened the pantry door, barely dogging the blue-haired man that toppled out. She winced as his head hit the tiled kitchen floor with an audible thunk. "Or in the pantry."

Ikuto sat on the counter ten minutes later. Amu stood on a stool, gently dabbing at the cut on the side of his head. "How did-"

"You don't want to know," he interrupted before his wife could finish speaking.

Yaya sat with Kairi in the small coffee shop next to the college, sipping her hot decaffeinated beverage, watching the steam from her husband's drink leave trails of fog on his glasses. She giggled as he wiped it of for the umpteenth time.

"I think I should switch to contacts," he mumbled as his glasses slid down his nose.

"No, I like you with glasses," Mrs. Sanjou replied, leaning over the table and pushing the glasses back into place. She planted a kiss on his forehead, still smiling at him.

Kairi smiled back. Overtime, Yaya's hair had turned more of a brownish-red instead of the flame color she had growing up.

"Yaya," he began, taking sip from his spiced tea. "Do you know what next week is?"

"The middle of December?" the green-haired man's smile grew a bit more.

"Yes, what else is it?"

Yaya pinched the bridge of her nose—a habit she had adapted from Kairi—as she thought. Her eyes grew wide and her smile turned out into a full-fledged grin. Kairi couldn't help but smile even more.

"Your birthday!" she exclaimed. The other Sanjou's head hit the table, hard.

"No, Yaya," he groaned, slowly picking his head up to remove the now broken glasses that his wife loved. "Next week was the day we first started dating."

"Oh, that was going to be my next guess." The partially blind man dug around in his bag for his spare glasses.

"I was wanting us to do something special," Kairi explained, putting on his spare glasses. "We don't have any classes that day, and I was hoping you don't have anything planned. Do you?"

"Not as far as I can remember."

Kairi smiled at the woman sitting across from him.

"Now you do."

Rima plopped onto one of the many couches in the pension house, her parents sitting across from her.

"I feel so fat and tired," she groaned. "And I do not fit into any of my pants anymore."

"Rima," Mrs. Mashiro began. "The bloating will go away, eventually."

"What's 'eventually' supposed to mean?" the onyx haired woman growled, pinching her stomach a bit.

"It varies from woman to woman."

"You should have seen your mother when she was pregnant with you," he father chuckled. "She did not start showing till the end of her second trimester, but she was bloated like a fish the entire time. Once, we had to by her a new pair of shoes because her feet were so swollen." Both women glared at the man. "B-but she was very beautiful, despite it!"

"Nice save," Rima muttered, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. Mrs. Mashiro looked at the black hair disdainfully.

"I can not believe that woman went so far as to dye your hair, Rima," her mother growled. "And then she wanted to cut it! I just am unable believe that that woman would go so far as to ruin your beautiful hair! The nerve of some people."

"Nagi did not like it to much, either," she sighed. "Dad, would you get me some cashews?"

Fujisaki Nagihiko glared at the two people across from him. His mom and his dad seemed completely oblivious to the anger of their son as they ate their cold lunch.

"Nagihiko, Mashiro~san does not know how to respect her elders," his father remarked, setting his bowl down. "Your mother was so kind to fix up her hair and she practically yelled at her for doing it. You need to have her apologize to your mother."

"Yes, father," the raven-haired man growled.

"And why did you keep the information from us?"

"What information?"

"That we're going to be grandparents," Mrs. Fujisaki snapped. "Of all people, I should've been the first to know. I am her mother-in-law."

"Yes, mother."

"You need to do a better job correcting Mashiro~san. You are going to be the head of the house. If your wife doesn't submit to your will, who says anyone else would?"

The doorbell rang. Nagihiko shot out of his seat at the scroll-table.

"Excuse me, mother, father; there appears to be someone at the door." The younger Fujisaki walked out of the dinning room, turned a corner, and walked down the hallway to the genkan.

"Hey, Nagi," Kukai said when "purple-head" opened the door. "Just stopped by to drop off your dog."

"Thanks," Nagihiko nodded and let Jule in.

"Tell Rima I said hi!" The physical education teacher waved and left for the warm car that was parked by the curb. Nagi shut the door and rested his head against the wood.

"If only I could," he grumbled. Fujisaki Nagihiko wanted his wife back.

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Fujisaki Nagihiko to Fujisaki Rima

I love you so much and I'm sorry, Rima. Your side of the bed is really cold. I hope you'll forgive me so I can see your beautiful face in the morning.

-Sincerely, your husband.

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