Hey guys. I finally decided to make the second chapter for this thing, and decided to make it a series of one- and two-shots. Hope that's okay!
You guys can drop in any ideas or anything you want me to write (only within ideas for pregnancy though) and I'll try to write them!
Big thanks to Sdohshi Designer, without whom I wouldn't even have thought of making this second chapter.
"Takumi, get up!"
He groggily opened his eyes, managing to (unconsciously, this time) look sexy even with bed-hair sticking out in all directions (not that his normal hairdo wasn't all over the place already).
He looked at the enthusiastic face of his wife, who had been prodding his cheek for the past 5 mins. Or more. He had slept in late the previous night; owing to the meeting and bucket load of documents he had been buried in. Stepping upstairs, he had slipped under the covers next to his sleeping wife, who had tried waiting up for him; but being the pregnant lady she was, she had fallen asleep long before he came.
He had fallen asleep right after he hit the pillows; but not before he had summoned the energy to kiss his wife on the forehead and on her blanket-covered stomach, which was bulging over with the weight of 5 months.
Now, he looked at her, urging the gears in his mind to turn faster, seeing as they were protesting against the fog that had settled with just being woken up.
She wasn't looking as if she had just woken up; in fact, she looked more like she had enough energy to do three gym workouts in a row. Not that he would allow her to do that, of course.
"Aren't we going shopping today, Takumi?"
"Yes, darling, we are. But not at 4.30 in the morning…."
"I'm sorry."
Seeing the adorable pout on her lips, he sighed; and reached out to ruffle her hair.
"We'll go as soon as the shops open at least, okay?"
Her face brightened up immediately, and he smiled. She's so much cuter when she's pregnant, what with her emotions lying right on the surface….
Not that he was complaining.
Having a pregnant wife was hard, but there was nothing he wouldn't do when it came to Misaki; what she wanted, she would get.
But this definitely had to wait; he didn't think breaking into the shops at 4.30 AM to go on a shopping spree would be a good idea.
Even if it was to buy things for their unborn child.
After filling their stomachs with a scrumptious English breakfast, he allowed Misaki to go upstairs to get dressed while he quickly washed the dishes.
After he finished, he dried his hands on a towel, to find that Misaki still hadn't come back downstairs. Wondering what she was up to, he called out, climbing up the stairs.
"Babe? Is everything okay?"
He waited. No answer.
Figuring that she was probably looking for something she could wear out that would still fit her, he climbed the rest of the way; hoping he wouldn't be facing another episode of her uncharacteristic crying. Although he found her scrunched up face cute, it was still because her emotional state was weakened; and that did not do well. Seeing her break down made him feel weak.
He found the door of their bedroom closed, and he knocked on the wooden frame, hoping she wasn't upset.
"Yeah."
Phew, he thought. She didn't sound upset….
So why was she taking so long?
He opened the door, and found out as soon as he did.
She was holding up two different dresses in front of her, apparently trying to figure which one she should wear.
Very uncharacteristic. She normally didn't care about what she wore.
"Misaki?"
"Hmm?"
She turned around, and held one under her chin, her eyes innocently blinking at him.
"Do you think this would be fine?"
"Um, sure."
She happily smiled, and tossed the other dress on the bed; bundled up the chosen dress in her arms, she walked towards the bathroom.
"Misaki?"
"Yeah?" she said, pausing mid-step and turning back to look at him.
Seeing his expression, she quickly opened her mouth before he could speak.
"No, you pervert, you may not come with me to the bathroom."
Takumi paused; and then chuckled.
"I wasn't planning on asking that, dear wife, even though I would like to have a chance to look at your-"
"Shut up, you idiot! The baby will hear you!"
"Yeah, okay. Sorry, Misa-chan. But really, what I wanted to ask was this; why are you so bothered about what you want to wear all of a sudden?"
Silence.
He watched his cute wife fiddle with the hem of the dress, looking down with a blush on her face. Cute.
"I just….wanted to look nice today."
"You always look incredibly beautiful already though, Misa-chan."
"Wha-"
She snapped her mouth shut, her cheeks turning impossibly red as she saw the serious expression he wore; no teasing tone, no smirk; only a lifted eyebrow, as if he were daring her to contradict him.
Seeing this, he smiled again; and then stepped towards her, engulfing her in a tight embrace, her head tucked under his chin. Her voice was muffled as she spoke.
"Wha-What are you doing?!"
"Hm? Hugging my wife."
"I….I know that, idiot! Just….let me dress up, at least!"
"Hmm….well, why did Misaki want to look nice in the first place, hm?"
"I….that….for no reason!"
"Oh, really?"
"I…..I just wanted to…look nice…because…."
Her voice had become lower and lower, until it reached a point where Takumi wouldn't have been able to hear if he wasn't hugging her so close.
"….so….that….you…."
"Misaki wanted to impress me?"
"Yeah."
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.
.
"Wait, what?! No!"
"Ah ah ah, Misa-chan shouldn't lie. Especially to her lovely husband."
"Lovely? Stop dreaming, alien!"
"But it is true, no? Misaki wanted to dress up for me."
.
.
"Uh…..no?"
"Pfft. You're cute, Misaki."
"What?! Shut up, you dumb perverted outer-space human!"
Laughing, he let go of her, before the fists hitting his chest could cause any more harm.
"But why was that denial a question, Mi-sa-ki?"
She looked away, clearly too embarrassed.
"Well….I…I'm always mean to you, and I…..always hit you or yell at you, and I'm never feminine or caring enough, and I'm just hopeless when it comes to things that-"
"Hey, Misaki!"
She'd burst into tears, again.
Goodness, such a demanding baby. Even when it's still not come out into the world, it's already a handful.
He rushed forward, and wrapped his arms around her; but this time, he kissed her full on the mouth; effectively stopping her from crying anymore. She pushed against his chest lightly, but the soon gave up on pushing him away; she pulled him, crushing the dress between their bodies. His lips coaxing hers to open, she consented; allowing his tongue to sweep across the insides of her cheeks, and then tracing the contours of her teeth. Finally, he pushed against her tongue, inviting her for a tongue-battle, the passionate make-out sucking the air out of their lungs; until he relented to the oxygen deprivation.
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, feeling her short gasps for breath against his face. Opening them and staring into her already open amber eyes, he then buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply.
She clutched the back of his shirt with both hands, the dress lying forgotten at their feet.
They stayed that way for a long time, their bodies swaying together gently, rocking back and forth.
"Are you okay, now?"
"Yeah."
"Look, you're fine the way you are, honey. I fell head-over-heels in love with this person, and I don't want you to change. Although I don't mind if you want to take the effort to look pretty for me."
At the teasing grin on his face, she pushed him away, standing with her arms crossed, and her frown and blush in place as she scowled at him.
"Are we going to the shop or not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She then made to pick the dress up; but before she could bend as much as a millimeter, Takumi had swooped down and tossed the fabric over his shoulder; and then Misaki found herself being carried bridal-style by her idiotic pervert of a husband.
Punching his chest harder now, she yelled at the top of her voice; but to no avail, of course.
He only set her down inside the bathroom; but instead of stepping outside, he locked the door from inside, and then turned to his red-faced wife.
"You pervert! What are you-"
Her to-be-tirade was cut off by his demanding lips; and he temporarily discarded the dress in the sink; and then proceeded to wrap his arms around her waist as she returned his kiss with the same passion.
A few minutes (hours) later, a very flushed Misaki, dressed in the outfit she had picked earlier, appeared; followed by a messily half-dressed Takumi.
She pushed him towards his wardrobe, and then walked as fast as she could manage, and went out the room.
"You better be ready in 2 minutes, Takumi!"
He chuckled, pulling out a polo shirt.
So cute, really.
Okay, so, this is a two-shot; I'll post the continuation of this a few days later.
Please give me some ideas if you can!