I apologize for everything I've caused you guys from last chapter. Man, some of you guys were really upset! Don't worry, it's not like they won't have any kids forever! ;) Romance/family stories like these aren't always happy; there are trails everyone has to face! It's life! Don't worry though, Gingka and Madoka will be happy! :)

So anyway, I hope you guys are glad that I'm updating the next day! I hope you enjoy this one X.

Chapter 11

Madoka sat in the front seat of their car, completely quiet. She had her legs brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, still in her swimsuit cover-up. Her hair still wet was brushed to the side, some of it falling over her left eye. Madoka's head was turned, staring out into the night through the window. It still poured and looked like it wouldn't stop for a while.

Gingka drove with the windshield wipers on high, trying to see through the heavy rain with just his head lights as his guidance. He kept glancing over at his wife, worried that she has been silent the entire ride home.

"Madoka?" He spoke up, his voice weak and shaking. He too, had a hard time coping with the loss of their first child. His eyes were red from crying as his muscles were weak from the exhaustion that the sadness had brought.

Gingka looked over at his wife who acted like he didn't even speak. "Please talk to me, M." He begged his voice desperate. Pulling into the driveway of their apartment, Gingka turned off the car and sighed. "I don't know what to do." He whispered, waiting for her to speak.

Hearing movement coming from Madoka's side, Gingka looked up, hoping that she had finally turned to look at him. But his hope immediately broke, seeing her get out of the car and walk towards their apartment, completely quiet.

He quickly got out and followed her. "Madoka, wait!" He ran after her as she opened the door and walked in, straight towards their bedroom.

He was right behind her when she walked into the bathroom. He stepped forward to walk in with her but stopped immediately when the door was slammed in front of his face. Placing a hand on the door, Gingka leaned his forehead against it. Tears filled his vision, hearing absolutely nothing from the bathroom.

From the other side of the bathroom, Madoka leaned against the door with her back. Sliding down, Madoka sat down on the ground and buried her head in her knees.

After a few minutes of complete silence between the two, Gingka whispered through the door. "Please, M…I lost the baby too…"

He waited impatiently for the door to open but lost all hope. Sighing softly, Gingka backed away from the door, feeling completely broken. He changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt and sat down on the bed, staring at the bathroom door the entire time.

A few minutes turned into a half hour and then a full hour…Gingka silently cried, running a hand over his face. He felt his eyes growing heavy as he lied there, staring at the closed bathroom door for over an hour now. Knowing that he wouldn't get an ounce of sleep without her next to him, Gingka sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

He got up and knocked on the bathroom door once more, leaning his head against it. "I don't know what to do, Madoka…I feel so helpless…"

Blinking away the tears, Gingka backed away. "How can I help? Please, M. Come out."

He was about to give up once again until he heard the door finally open. Turning back around, Gingka watched as the door opened slowly, revealing his tear-stained wife. "Madoka…" He sighed with relief, knowing that she was okay.

Madoka stood there for a second, staring at Gingka, before she suddenly ran into his arms. Jumping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, Madoka pushed her body even closer to his, if that was even possible. He rubbed her back comfortingly, feeling tears hit his neck as she cried softly. He held her in his arms for the longest time until she back away.

Not even making eye-contact, Madoka smashed her lips against his, mentally begging him to comfort her more than just emotionally but physically. Gingka placed her on the bed a few moments later and backed away, going to the kitchen to get her water. Grabbing his hand, Madoka shook her head as she pulled him towards her. She tried to pull him on top of her but Gingka, being much stronger and muscular than her, held back.

She gently pulled his head closer to hers, trying to press her lips against his. He let her pull him closer to her but stopped, his body inches from hers. Leaning forward, Madoka tried to kiss him but Gingka only allowed their lips to brush against each other's, not giving her a real kiss. She gently pouted with frustration and desperation, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to her.

"Madoka…" He whispered hesitantly, worried he might hurt her when she was in this fragile state.

"Please," Madoka begged softly, staring into his eyes.

"I can't," Gingka mumbled weakly as he grabbed her soft legs wrapped around him and put them back down on the bed. "I might hurt you." He knew she would have given up by now but the moment he spoke, she knew that he was already having a hard time saying no. So she continued.

"Please," Madoka whimpered, pulling on his shirt. "I need this. I need you."

Pursing his lips, Gingka mentally cursed himself for being so tempted by his wife. "M…"

He looked down at her to say no once again but she took this to her advantage and kissed his lips roughly. Immediately, Gingka gave in and lied down on top of her gently. Gripping her bare thighs, Gingka kissed back slowly. Breaking apart, Madoka kissed his jawline and down his neck while her hands sneaked their way around his waist and pulled up his shirt, revealing his very muscular back and chest.

She was about to take it off of him when he suddenly pulled back, seeing disappointment hit like a wave in Madoka's eyes. "You're so vulnerable right now, Madoka." Gingka gently pushed her hands away which were feeling his abs. "I don't want to hurt you anymore tonight."

"You're not going to hurt me." Madoka whispered, tears in the corner of her eyes. She needed to be distracted so badly. She wanted to feel so good tonight unlike all the sadness and fear she's been feeling the entire day. "Please, Gingka."

"Madoka-"

"This will make me feel good tonight. I need to feel something good instead of all the pain I've been through today. Please?"

Staring in her eyes, Gingka could see the real determination in getting what she wanted and the desire to feel anything but sadness. Leaning down, Gingka brushed his lips against hers feeling her intake a sharp breath with anticipation. "I love you." She whispered as he kissed her nose softly.

Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, pulling him hard down on her and smashing her lips against his. He was still hesitant in the beginning but after a few moments he knew she wanted this bad so he kissed her more assuredly. Pressing his lips against her ear as he slid off her bathing suit cover-up, he replied in a whisper: "I love you."

It's been a whole month since Demetri kidnapped Madoka. And just like last time, there has been no sign of him anywhere. Ryo and Gingka worked day and night, desperately trying to find a sign, any sign of him. They even began to look for kidnappings and raping's all around the world and found nothing.

It was a late afternoon on Thursday in Metal Bay City. The sun was beginning to set, giving the city a beautiful blanket of orange and light pinks. Gingka stood in the kitchen, on the phone with Ryo, and every so often looking into the living room at Madoka.

Madoka was lying on the couch, in sweatpants and a t-shirt, her hair up in a bun, and a bucket of ice cream right next to her. She watched, with a slight scowl, one of her favorite movies, What to Expect When You're Expecting.

"How is she today?" Ryo asked through the phone earning a sigh from his son.

"She's better, I guess." Shrugging, Gingka glanced over at Madoka who shook her head, watching the part when all of the couples find out they're pregnant.

"Does she still have the nightmares?"

"Only when I'm not in bed with her. Even if I get up for a few seconds, she immediately starts to stir." Gingka explained softly, turning back around, looking at the book on the kitchen counter he was reading. "I've tried everything. She talks to me about it sometimes, but it gets too painful for her."

"What about Hikaru?"

"She took her shopping, movies, the bakery. She still just isn't the same." Sighing, Gingka looked over his shoulder at Madoka one more time. "Lately, however…Madoka's been wanting to learn how to beyblade from me. She's tried fighting but she's just too small for it. So she's resulted into asking for lessons."

"Well that's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah-"Gingka began but immediately stopped seeing Madoka throw the ice cream at the T.V. "I gotta go." He hung up quickly and ran towards Madoka who was getting up to punch the T.V.

"Madoka! Madoka! Calm down!" Gingka yelled, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up. She kicked and punched in midair, trying to get out from his grasp, all the while cussing out the movie at all the girls.

"It's not fair!" She screamed as Gingka quickly moved her around so he was hugging her. He felt her grip his shirt as she sobbed into his chest. Gingka rubbed her small back, trying to calm her down.

"It's not fair," She choked out between sobs. "I want a child. I want a family."

"M," Gingka whispered, backing away so he could look into her eyes. Wiping away the falling tears with his thumbs, Gingka smiled gently. "We will have a family, Madoka. We just have to wait until Demetri is completely gone so he can't hurt us like that ever again. Alright?"

Nodding, Madoka rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. Moving the strands of hair in front of her face to the side, Gingka kissed her forehead. "It's going to be okay."

After a few moments of silence, Gingka stood up with Madoka. "Why don't we go somewhere? We haven't been out of the apartment in ages."

"Okay." Madoka smiled gently before walking into the bedroom to get dressed.

"Gingka, where are you taking me?" Madoka laughed softly as she tried to peek over Gingka's hands.

"No peeking, Madoka." Gingka smiled as he made his way to the club.

The moon was out, shining brightly in the night sky along with the small stars all over. Not a cloud was in sight; however, there was a gentle breeze that felt good against the skin.

Gingka drove Madoka around to all of the beautiful sights Metal Bay City had to offer. He watched completely happy with Madoka's beautiful smiles and her eyes sparkling with excitement. It was the first time in days he actually has seen her smile like that. It brought good feelings into his heart.

He parked right outside the famous club of their city called, The Wolf Cave, where he booked it privately for tonight for them and all of their friends. Stopping right at the door, Gingka removed his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Surprise." He whispered as she let out a shocked yet happy gasp.

All of their friends, even from childhood, stood in the large club. Loud music pumped through the speakers, the dance floor lighting up with multiple different colors, and bartenders serving up the greatest drinks in the city. Seeing all of her friends, even from years ago, brought a smile to Madoka's beautiful face. A warm feeling filled her soul as she waved and greeted all of her friends.

Seeing her best friend wave to her across the club, Madoka smiled. She ran up to Hikaru and hugged her best friend in greeting. "It's great to see you, Madoka!" Hikaru laughed, hugging Madoka gently around her belly.

"How are you?" Kyoya smiled, hugging Madoka in greeting as well.

Shrugging, Madoka nudged Gingka on the shoulder. "He's been my rock lately. It's helped a lot."

"That's good." Kyoya nodded before looking towards the bar. "I need a drink. Gingka?"

Gingka looked down at Madoka who shook her head. "I'm not old enough to drink, babe. Go on and have fun." Madoka smiled as Gingka quickly kissed her cheek, turned and headed for the bar with Kyoya.

"Madoka!" Kenta's voice got the attention of the two females causing them to turn. Kenta was walking towards them, hand in hand with a small blonde.

"This is Ayame," Kenta smiled, gesturing towards the girl next to him. "It's about time you guys meet her!"

Ayame had beautiful, dirty blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders with soft curls. She had big green eyes, plump lips, and soft freckles hinting on her nose and cheeks. She was short, yet taller than Madoka, and had a curvy build. Ayame was wearing a black pencil skirt, a pink tube top, and black heels, showing off her tan legs and perky chest. Kenta was able to get that?!

"H-how…?" Hikaru mumbled as Ayame held out a manicured hand.

"It's nice to meet you guys." Ayame spoke softly, making her seem even sexier.

The older females both immediately felt insecure next to such a beauty but they quickly hid it and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you too, Ayame." The two said in unison.

Madoka was about to ask Ayame a question when she noticed Ayame sneakily looked towards Gingka and Kyoya, with a slight blush. Furrowing her eyebrows, Madoka glanced towards Hikaru who seemed to notice the same thing.

Something's not quite right with her…Is she faking it with Kenta? Or does she actually like him? She seems…not his type…or with Kenta, her type…

"I'm going to introduce her to Gingka and Kyoya." Kenta smiled, leading the girl towards the bar who seemed a little too excited to meet the older men.

The two females watched as Kenta and Ayame made their way to the guys, who were talking casually to each other while drinking scotch. Kenta introduced Ayame who smiled seductively and stuck out her chest.

"You have a feeling like she's going to steal our men?" Hikaru spoke up suddenly, watching Ayame flip her hair casually and hug, not shake hands like she did with the girls, but hug each of the men.

What is she even doing? Does she have feelings for them?!

Madoka was about to shake her head when she watched Ayame place a hand on Gingka's arm, giving it a light squeeze as she leaned towards him casually. Folding her arms, Madoka scoffed. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Maybe she's just flirty?" Hikaru walked after Madoka who quickly headed towards Gingka.

"I'm not taking any chances." Madoka mumbled before walking right into their conversation with Ayame.

Grabbing Gingka's hand, Madoka smiled seductively before leading him out onto the dance floor. "Let's dance."

I hope this chapter made up for the previous one. :)

I've been thinking about writing another story, maybe during this one or after this one, with Gingka and Madoka again. It's called The CEO and the Receptionist. It's gonna be more of a romance/drama than suspense like this one. I'm excited! ^_^

Anyway, please review! I love reading them!