Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All the main characters do not belong to me (Akira, Hayashi and Momo's children belong to me). The plot is mine tough.

Warning: Spelling/grammar mistakes, missing words/letters. Mpreg and male/male relationships. Mentions of sex, but the action itself not graphically described.

Also, I'm not too familiar with the development of a baby (I wonder why?) and internet can help just this much, so if anything is false, feel free to point it out and I will try to fix it. Tips are very welcomed too. :D

Main pairing: Ato/Ryo, also called Royal Pair.

Ryoma knocked on the grey apartment door, one hand holding a sleeping Akira close to himself while the other went further from the door to straighten the backpack hanging on his right shoulder. It was Friday, the day of his check-up at the hospital. Keigo had left yesterday morning, so he didn't have to think of some kind of excuses for sneaking out of the house.

He didn't have to wait long for Fuji to show up in front of him, the same smile as always on his lips; today it wasn't a sign of possible mischief. "Good morning, Echizen. I was waiting for you to show up."

"G'morning Fuji-san. Thanks again for looking after Akira for me." Ryoma stepped inside the apartment that Fuji shared with Tezuka.

From what he could see, it looked quite nice. It was clean and well kept; everything had its place and fitted in the whole picture nicely. Probably because the people living in it were really taking care of their surroundings and did everything to feel good in here.

He placed his backpack on the floor, Fuji taking a hold of Akira while Ryoma took off his shoes and allowed the elder to lead him deeper into the apartment. The small living room was quite cozy, colors well matched and the chairs and sofas looked new, just bought. "Nice."

"Thank you Echizen. At least you know to recognize my decorating skills… Unlike someone else I know." Fuji laughed a bit and went to put Akira in some other room, since they didn't want to wake him up. After coming back he padded to the kitchen, "Do you wish to drink something? I just bought a new type of tea. It's quite good if I say so myself."

"It's not some weird flavor, is it?" Ryoma wanted to make sure before agreeing. Everybody knew about Fuji's strange tastes in food and such.

"Cherry flavor, cherry." A few strange sounds came from the kitchen where Fuji was and Ryoma visibly relaxed. Nothing strange will be fed to him after all. "Do you want something to eat too? I still have something from yesterday's dinner left."

Ryoma relaxed in the sofa and yelled back, but not as loud as to wake up his son: "Nah, I'm fine."

When Fuji showed up again, he had a hot cup of tea in each hand. "If you say so. That backpack that you took with you, it has Akira's things in it, doesn't it?" Fuji made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

"Um, his food, water bottle with chamomile tea and diapers. Also, some toys and a change of clothes, if he gets the ones he's wearing dirty or wet." Ryoma sipped his tea, burning his tongue a bit. "Hot."

"Wonderful!" Fuji smiled even brighter, "He'll have a lot of fun here, I assure you. Maybe we'll go to the small park near here."

Ryoma laughed a bit. "That's great. Just don't let him eat strange stuff; last time we went out for a walk he ate a worm. Good thing Keigo didn't see it happening." A sigh escaped Ryoma's lips.

Fuji giggled to himself, "Hahaha! I'm sure Atobe would have done something overly stupid. But yeah, little kids do tend to put everything in their mouths. I'll be careful then." He drank from his own cup. "Taking about Atobe, couldn't he babysit Akira?"

"Ahh… Well… He went away for business meeting oversees. Will be back just tomorrow evening, so… Well, you get the idea." He looked at Fuji from the corner of his eye. "But Tezuka's not here either. Work?"

This time the one doing the sighing was Fuji. "That stupid coward of a man. He went somewhere right after I said that you were coming over. I bet he won't be coming back until you will take Akira home with you in the evening." The smile was gone from his face.

"I don't think that that's a sign of lacking bravery though." Ryoma quietly said to himself.

"Then what is it Echizen-kun? The only thing that comes in my mind is unwillingness to see you; who he has hurt and treated so badly. And abandoned when he was needed the most." Anger seethed from his words. Something that Ryoma, or anyone else, has heard very rarely.

A sad smile touched Ryoma's lips and he let out one word. A single word that made Fuji look at him with open eyes. "Disgust."

"E—Echizen…" the tea was completely forgotten by now, "Are you serious? Not even Kunimitsu would be.."

Ryoma cut him off at that point: "Do you know how he looked at me, when I told him that I'm carrying his child? The coldness and horror and, most of all, pure disgust was all I could see in his eyes. Even the tone he used pierced like needles. Not to mention how he called me." A small laugh, "Just because he has talked to me and offered his help… The way he feels about me and Akira hasn't changed. At least, I think so."

"So basically… what he thinks about you is.." Fuji trailed off, letting the unfinished thought hang in the air. A heavy anchor, that didn't let the earlier good mood come back up.

They sat like that, silent and deep in thought, for some time, the tea had gotten to that point when it was neither hot or cold - just plain tasteless. Ryoma was the one to break the glassy air around them. "I think I will go now, I might be late otherwise."

"Oh. You should, in that case. When you're coming to pick up Akira-chan, call me to know. I will have time to get him ready then." Fuji seemed to have returned to his usual self. Seemed.

"Haaai. Will do." Ryoma was already putting on his sneakers, already terribly worn out.

Fuji hesitated for a beat, not really knowing if it would be alright for him to ask, but did it anyway. Curiosity did get the best out of the cat, like it says. "What exactly will you be doing, if I may ask?"

"Eh?" Ryoma looked confused for a moment, "Ahh.. Well.. I just have to make sure of something, nothing serious." He scathed the back of his head, right behind the right ear. "Or something along those lines."

A small, imaginary light bulb started to glow above Fuji's head, together with the all-knowing leer. "Saa… I guess Atobe will be quite pleased to know, if your suspicions were to turn out right after all. Ne?" he did a small head tilt at the end, Ryoma's cheeks coloring a bit darker pink at the same time.

"Sometimes, you can be so… I don't even know how to call you." Ryoma mumbled to himself and opened the door. "Whatever. Bye Fuji-san."

"Bye, bye Echizen-kun!" Fuji waved to Ryoma's retreating back and smirked. Atobe sure was one lucky man.

A knock made Hayashi look up from the paper with his last patient's data on it. He checked his watch and pushed the papers away from the middle of the table. "Come in Atobe-san."

"Hello." Ryoma did a small nod with his head and after closing the door behind him, settled on the chair in front of Hayashi, meant for patients. "Looks like I made it in time."

The old man chuckled and took of his glasses. "Yeas, That you did. Now then," he gave Ryoma a knowing look and continued, "What did you wanted to make sure of?"

"I think I might be.. erm… expecting again." Ryoma once again couldn't stop the redness from coloring his cheeks. This, unlike the last time, was a bit embarrassing.

"Oh my, oh my. You two sure have been busy I see." Hayashi chuckled, slightly enjoying the sight of the blushing man in front of him. "Well, I guess you are having the same symptoms as when you were carrying Akira-kun, yes?" receiving a nod as an answer he continued, "Hmm… Yes, well, just to make sure I guess we could do the same test as before. Ok, Atobe-san?"

"Ahh…"

The doctor's office was pretty quiet, Hayashi still not being back from wherever he went, so Ryoma had pretty much nothing to do, only sit and wait. It was quite frustrating actually, just sitting there and waiting, not being able to do anything else.

Not to mention how nervous he felt and the slight panic that overtook him when he thought about telling Keigo the possible news of another heir of the Atobe corp. He had a sneaky suspicion that Keigo will be even more hyped up that before, for a lot of reasons.

He heard voices coming from the hallway; Hayashi's was mixed in the whole bunch and seemed to be coming closer by the second. When the door creaked open Ryoma managed to see a pair of nurses, dressed in the typical light pink uniforms, that giggled when they noticed him and scurried off to do their job.

Hayashi looked sternly back at the two young nurses and shook his head: "When I was young…" he was smiling that usual, old man smile when he looked at Ryoma though. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long Atobe-san. But I did get the results."

"Haa.." Ryoma really couldn't get anything else out of his mouth. "So.. Umm… Have my..?" he trailed off, knowing that Hayashi would understand anyway. "Yes."

A good natured laugh filled the room. "No need to be so nervous Atobe-kun! You've been though this once already, the second time is usually easier." He patted the young man's shoulder. "But yes, you indeed are pregnant again, that you were right about. Congratulations!"

"Thank you." Ryoma smiled a small smile, his left hand touching his abdomen, as if waiting for something to happen. "For how long?"

Hayashi sat in his own seat. "Not long, about four to five weeks. It seems that you are experiencing the symptoms faster than when you had Akira-kun. But it's nothing strange, don't worry." Hayashi wrote something down on a piece of paper. "This should help in making it easier for you."

Ryoma nodded as a small, quiet 'thank you' and took the offered piece of paper. After thanking the old doctor he left. While making his way out of the hospital, through the labyrinth of corridors and cabinets, he read through the small memo, not really understanding some of the words at first. Once he was out, Ryoma tucked the small piece of paper in his pocket, the other hand fumbling with his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, but at that moment someone called out for him. A slightly high-pitched voice, probably a woman's that still held a bit of childishness to it, but that may as well be there for a reason.

"Ryoma-kun! It's you, isn't it? Ryoma-kun!" Somewhere, at the back of his head, Ryoma seemed to recognize that voice. He did a small step back, but not really turning around, and zeroes his eyes on the young woman running his way, her short hair dancing in front of her face.

Once she was close enough, panting from the small run she had from wherever she came from to Ryoma, a shy smile bloomed on her pink-ish lips. "It really is you, Ryoma-kun. Do you remember me?" she asked, studying Ryoma's face now.

"Eto.." he hesitated a bit, "Sorry, do I know you?" he furrowed his brows in thought. For a moment there, a dark shadow crossed her brown eyes, but was gone just as fast.

"I'm Ryuuzaki, Ryuuzaki Sakuno. My grandmother was your coach in Segaku." She blinked a few times.

Ryoma widened his eyes a little. "Ohhh! I remember; the one with the long hair. You were at Sachiko's birthday party too, came right before we had to leave." He looked at her more carefully, "You hair's shorter."

Sakuno laughed a little: "Thank you." She brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face, "Are you.. umm… busy at the moment? Since I met you here, I.. umm.. Would like to have a chat with you, about how you have been doing and such…" she smiled again.

Ryoma checked the time on his cell phone. "Can't today, I have to go to somewhere right now." He started to push the buttons needed to call Fuji, "Maybe some other time."

"Sorry, but you won't be going anywhere, Ryoma-kun." Sakuno whispered quietly to herself when Ryoma was far enough and snapped her fingers. Two men jumped of their hiding places, following Sakuno's command, and ran after the retreating man.

Once they were close enough, one of them covered Ryoma's mouth with a white cloth, soaked with chloroform probably, and caught the limp body, when it fell backwards. The two exchanged glances and carried the passed out Ryoma to a well-hidden car, near the hospital, in some shady alley.

Sakuno was already waiting there, sitting in the car and writing a text message to someone. When she looked up a crazy-looking smile crawled on her lips, "Ryoma-kun. Put him here, with his head on my lap. It will be comfier to him that way." She ran her fingers through Ryoma's hair, looking at him with dreamy eyes. "Drive us to my place, then I'll pay you." She quietly said and caressed Ryoma's face with her fingers.

"You are mine now." She leaned down and kissed the sleeping man on his cheek.

A/N: Dudududuuuuuunnnnn~~~

Yes, I know that I'm being seriously immature about this, but I can't help it. I had NO late-night courses this whole week. Do you know how much free time I had since… Well… A long time ago? I bet you don't.

Still, damn Sakuno came out creepy and maniacal-ish. *shudders* I wouldn't want her to stalk me when it's dark.

But yes, something finally happened and I hope it all made sense, somehow. So, have a school free weekend! :D