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The sound of the coffee pot puffing away was to his right; his hands worked the semi-frozen plastic of the hot-dog package as a soft sigh bubbled up from his lungs. Dark eyes glanced at the digital clock of the stove, and he placed each individual meat stick into the boiling water.
One hand came to rest on his queerly stretched abdomen, and another sigh racked the twenty-five year olds body.
People who knew him, or at least his preferred diet of nothing but sweets, would think it quite strange for him to be eating hot-dogs and coffee at three in the morning. His early hours (or late, however you wanted to look at it) wouldn't have surprised anyone who knew the insomniac, but the fact of his being pregnant would have shocked the people he knew and 'trusted'.
A deep scowl marred the face of the greatest detective as he moved to throw away the hot-dog plastic. Damn shinigami…L thought to himself as his bare feet padded over the linoleum.
He glanced at the closed door that lead to the master bedroom; he knew Raito would be in there, sleeping peacefully away, not worrying about anyone but himself. L frowned again, turning his gaze back to the black pot of boiling water. They had only slept together once, but with the medaling of the bone shinigami had left him with a nine-month present.
L unconsciously placed his hand back on his abdomen, drumming his fingertips on the taunt skin. Though, it wasn't like he wanted to get rid of the child growing rapidly inside of him. Sure, he had been freaked out, and slightly worried what Raito would have thought (joining the ever growing numbers of a teenaged father), but he had reacted pleasantly well.
The detective placed two hot-dogs on a plate and smothered them in honey; he took a savage bite out of one and winced at the strange taste. Though, the cravings always could be a bit better.
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I really have no clue where this came from. Inspiration for a silly little drabble popped into my head when I was making both coffee and hot-dogs (though not at three in the morning.)
I've grown to like mpreg (though it's still really weird; hey this is fandom, not reality!) Haah, anyway, review.