Disclaimer: I do not own the Kamisama Hajimemashita/Kiss series or any of the characters who have been featured so far. It's a shame. I'ma take it out on you. Rawr.

A/N: Every white space in this fanfic will be a time skip of a few days, months or years. Try not to get confused! Also, there's an implied lemon in this. Nothing graphic, I'm not M or MA. It's just IMPLIED. Whilst I remember, I guess a few years have passed in this chapter.

Chapter 10: One heck of a night

Nanami melted in Tomoe's embrace; his claws danced along the trail of her back, igniting a furious passion within the two of them. He dropped her on her futon and smiled possessively. A fang hung over one of his lips hungrily.

He pressed his lips to hers in time for her to groan, 'Awh, damn it!' against them.

He drew back warily, 'Nanami? What's wrong?' his mind leaped to the conclusion he had feared for so long: that she didn't want him. He wasn't good enough for her.

'Um. It's that time of the month…'

She placed her hands over her face as Tomoe's eyes widened and he backed away slowly, as though afraid of catching a disease.

He exited the room a little too eagerly, almost at a jog. Nanami watched him go regretfully. This was the second time a period had come back to rub embarrassment in her face and she hated it.

What if it was a heat of the moment thing? What if he won't want me now? What if he's too intimidated to try again? What if…?

With tears of self-pity pricking in her eyes, Nanami rolled over in an attempt to sleep.

Slowly, Tomoe opened the screen door and closed it behind him. Silently, he padded over to where Nanami was sleeping and sat on his knees next to her and shook her gently.

'Nanami? Nanami, wake up.'

'Hm? Tomoe, it's three a.m., let me sleep.'

A moment of silence engulfed the two before he replied.

'I thought we could try again.'

Her eyes flew open.

'T-Tomoe! I'm still on my period! It's only been a day!' she hissed.

His eyebrows mashed together. 'How long does it take to end?'

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him.

'I-it can last up to seven days.'

'Well how long has it been for you?'

'Tomoe! I'm not answering that question!'

'Why not?'

She sighed. 'Look… it's private.'

'I see.' He stood and opened the screen door. Before he closed it, he turned and smiled.

'Make sure you tell me when it's over.'

'Tomoe can I speak to you in private?'

Both familiars turned to look at the girl curiously.

'Sure.'

After leading him into her room, she held up a foil circle.

Slowly, a hungry grin spread on his face and he threw her back to the futon.

Nanami woke once again in Tomoe's arms. It was no surprise to have his pale, toned chest against her back. It had become familiar. She smiled wryly before a violent lurch in her stomach directed her to the bathroom. Even though he was just asleep, Tomoe was behind her, holding her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

'Tomoe?' she mumbled.

'Yes?' he asked, stroking soothing circles on her back.

'My period's late.'

'That thing again?' he growled.

'No, I mean it's late.'

He stared at her blankly.

'I'm pregnant!' she yelled.

'Oh. Oh!'

Nanami lay on Tomoe's futon, gazing at the ceiling dreamily.

The fox came and stroked her hair off her face. 'I bought you lunch, Nanami,' he whispered.

She struggled to sit up, giving her swollen stomach a frustrated glance as she took the tray off Tomoe.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

She ate in silence, wincing slightly every time she felt a bump inside her. Her baby was strong. Like its father.

'Nanami-chan!' Are you okay?'

'OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY! ARE YOU CRAZY?!'

'S-sorry, Nanami…' Mizuki mumbled.

'Get me a towel!'

The familiar handed Tomoe a tea-towel.

'A BATH TOWEL! ARE YOU STUPID?!'

'S-sorry, Tomoe…' Mizuki mumbled.

Nanami's face was tinted red all over as she struggled, screaming so loud Onikiri and Kotetsu were hiding.

Tomoe's face was contorted with concentration; his hands up to his elbows were coated in a red sticky substance that could only be blood.

I think Nanami was right to choose Tomoe. I could never do this… Mizuki thought, feeling faint as a head appeared between Nanami's legs.

'Momma!'

'Coming, Takeo,' Nanami laughed breathlessly as she ran along with her son.

Tomoe stood at the entrance to the shrine, witnessing his wife and child play race towards him. His mouth curved into a grin as he cheered them on.

He wrapped his arms around them, laughing as his son's ears perked up.

Nanami grinned. She'd broken the tradition. She was the first in her family to find a good man. She was the first in her family to birth a male.

And she was happy.

A/N: Just. Just "d'awwww". I liked writing this one too! Of course there's nothing too explicit. But I don't want to push up the rating :/ Right now, it's still T. After all, I'm not a lemony person… Well I hope you enjoyed it because I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to all the reviews, they all make me smile. I'm glad you like my A/Ns because I feel like I can stop writing and talk to you properly :3

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