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Misaki: We aren't arguing?

Chey: No, it's revenge. I am the one who controls the dialogue, not you.

Misaki: Chey-chan, you're so weird.

Chey: Duly noted. And ignored.

Misaki: …

Chapter Fourteen

Two weeks later (Week fifteen)

Misaki had a doctor's appointment that morning. Dr. Onari and Dr. Kusama were both there for that ultrasound today. "Good morning Takahashi-kun."

"Morning Onari Sensei, Kusama Sensei." Misaki smiled at the two of them brightly. Usagi felt a stab of jealousy and rested an arm territorially across Misaki's shoulders.

"Shall we?" Onari asked, gesturing to the Ultrasound.

"Yeah." Misaki settled back, leaning into Usagi's light embrace.

Onari spread the jelly on his stomach and ran the sensor though it. "Okay, everything looks normal. And here is your baby girl." Misaki looked at the thing barely four inches long. But it was finally starting to look like a baby.

"She's beautiful," Usagi murmured. "Just like you," he finished, looking into Misaki's emerald green eyes.

The boy turned scarlet and looked at the screen again. "Don't say stuff like that," he muttered.

Onari and Nowaki exchanged a knowing look then looked back at the screen. "So, you may start showing a little bit so don't be surprised. Also, you should make sure to walk and do some non strenuous exercises. Also, while it may be uncomfortable, don't sleep on your stomach anymore."

Misaki flinched. Sleeping on his stomach after strenuous exercise tended to be something he did a lot. He nodded mutely. Usagi felt a mild pang for the small boy. He patted the boy's stomach softly. It would all be alright, he hoped.

…

At home Misaki found himself totally exhausted. He ordered Usagi-san to work on a deadline while he took a nap. Of course, when he woke a few hours later to find he was wrapped in his lover's arms, his disapproval of Usagi-san's inability to do his work lost against the affection he was feeling for him. He felt totally comfortable in his lover's strong, warm arms. He snuggled in for a moment before getting up to go make dinner. He considered what he wanted to eat and found that all he wanted was rice. A lot of rice. Well that was easy enough, but what would Usagi-san have?

"Something silly that no adult in his right mind would never eat," Misaki muttered to the baby for no apparent reason. He started making octo weenies and veggies arranged to look like Suzuki-san. He was almost done when pain started in his stomach and he doubled over, whimpering.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist delicately. "Are you okay?" Usagi asked.

"Yeah," Misaki murmured as Usagi's hands slid under his lover's shirt and ran his cool fingers soothingly over Misaki's ever so slightly protruding stomach. He loved the sensation of feeling those soft touches on his stomach.

"Is it the baby?" he asked.

"It just hurts, I'll be fine," Misaki rasped, straightening in Usagi-san's hold. "Go set the table please."

Akihiko nodded reluctantly releasing the teenager. He went to get chopsticks and cups while Misaki turned off the stove and piled almost all the rice into a large bowl, drowned it in soy sauce and went to the table with Usagi-san's children's food. At the table, Misaki dug into his rice. Akihiko raised an eyebrow. "The baby want that?"

"I didn't bother to ask," Misaki murmured. Then he flinched, realizing that this was the second time he'd considered the baby as something sentient. It was strange. But Misaki was starting to develop feeling for it—her. She was going to be part of their family. He sighed, thinking about this was making things worse. He focused on his rice.

"Misaki, thank you for the weenies."

"You're welcome. Even if it is stupid."

"It's not stupid, it's adorable."

Misaki just shook his head.

"It's better than just eating rice."

"Eat me," Misaki snapped.

"Love to."

Misaki turned scarlet at those words and glared at the rice. "Idiot."

…

That night, Usagi was writing in bed while Misaki lay fast asleep beside him. He was curled up on his side with a hand resting in Usagi's lap under the warm laptop. It was uncomfortably close to a certain area but Akihiko was channeling his need into writing lusty love scenes between the two of them that would have liked to try…several times.

He was just about to write Misaki coming for the third time when the doorbell buzzed. He set down his computer and pressed Misaki's hand to his lips before setting it carefully on the pillow. "I'll be back." He slid downstairs and went to the door. He popped open the door. "Hiroki, what a pleasant surprise."

"Yeah, looks like I'm not the only surprise." He jerked his head to the side. Akihiko stuck his head out the door and looked over. Takahiro stood in the hall, hands in his pockets, a slight smile on his face. It was pained but genuine.

"Please come in." Akihiko stood back. The two other men stepped inside. "Misaki is asleep. I can go wake him if you like."

"That's okay." Takahiro forced a bright smile. "Let's just drink."

"I don't have any alcohol."

"I brought some," Hiroki pulled two bottles of sake from his inner coat pockets.

Akihiko raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that's different."

"Yeah well, I didn't want you to slam the door in my face because all you want to do is play with the little brat."

"Misaki is not a brat!" Takahiro said.

"Sorry," he apologized dully.

"I'll get glasses," Akihiko said. "You two, behave."

To be continued…

Chey: Hmm, I wonder how this little drinking binge is going to go?

Akihiko: Hiroki is obviously going to get drunk off his face.

Hiroki: Shut up, asshole.

Akihiko: Make me.

Hiroki: Grr, bite me.

Chey: Cut it out you two, it was a rhetorical question. So please review, I love you all:)

~Cheyanne