A week later, Hiroki couldn't believe the drastic change in his personality. While still quite snappish and fast to accuse, he had become significantly more cheerful than before, and he had a warm aura about him, hovering off of his glowing skin like the sun's rays.
Of course, that was all when he wasn't bowing to the porcelain throne. That was the only time Kamijou the Devil showed itself, and when that happened, Nowaki always had hell to pay. His payment? A punch to the back of the head or a demand to eat Hiroki's vomit. Hiroki never forced him to, but he still hit Nowaki and blamed him for everything. Nowaki, however, would take in the accusations like it was nothing. After everything was said and done, he would simply encase Hiroki in his strong arms and soothe him until Kamijou the Devil could no longer take the embarrassment and went back into hiding. Soon, aided by all of the happy feelings within the house, the morning sickness finally faded, leaving only the pure and glowing parts of Hiroki behind.
All was well within the Kusama-Kamijou apartment.
"Hmm," Hiroki hummed quietly to himself as he observed himself in the wall mirror in his and Nowaki's bedroom. Nowaki snored softly behind him in the bed, his limbs tangled in the sheets as he finally caught up on his sleep. Sundays were the hard-working doctor's only real lazy days, and Hiroki was sure to be as silent as possible to prolong Nowaki's rest.
Hiroki held his pajama shirt up as he peered into the mirror, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. Absently splaying his fingers over his taught abdomen, he pouted slightly. Where was that baby?
"Hiro-san, have I ever told you how cute you are?" a voice suddenly asked behind Hiroki. He gasped and snapped his gaze up, his eyes locking onto the reflection of Nowaki, who was just waking up. He thrust his shirt back down and blushed furiously, pursing his lips.
"Shut your fat mouth, idiot," Hiroki snapped, turning to face Nowaki. Nowaki only smiled tiredly, though, and outstretched his arms towards his little lover. Hiroki padded to the bedside and crawled up onto the mattress, sitting back on his heels as Nowaki wrapped his arms around Hiroki's waist. Hiroki subconsciously made himself cuter by wringing his hands shyly and wiggling slightly.
"What are you up earlier than me for?" Nowaki mumbled sleepily, shifting so his head was in Hiroki's lap. Hiroki stroked his hair lovingly, smiling down at his sleepy lover.
"I wanted to see if I… um… well, do you know when I'm going to start… you know, showing?" Hiroki asked timidly, color rising in his cheeks. Nowaki looked up at him for a moment before planting a kiss to his stomach.
"Yup, I'm sure lucky to have such an adorable lover," Nowaki said gleefully. Hiroki lightly smacked the top of his head.
"That's enough of that, brat. C'mon, answer me!" Hiroki whined, bouncing slightly as he stuck out his lower lip.
Nowaki smiled into Hiroki's flat belly. His honey-sweet lover had become so surprisingly and uncharacteristically playful in the mornings after he had been impregnated.
"Well, every pregnancy is different," Nowaki explained, switching into doctor mode. "You're about five weeks along now. Usually, women don't start showing until maybe their fourth or fifth month. In some cases they start to show as soon as two months or as late as seven months. But I don't know about men, since the build of their hips aren't as wide as women's. You may start showing within the week, or you couldn't start showing for months. It's completely random, Hiro-san, so I don't really know. Sorry."
"Oh," Hiroki muttered, crestfallen. Nowaki looked up at his lover with a sympathetic smile.
"Here, Hiro-san, lay down for a moment. I want to try something," Nowaki instructed, sitting up. Hiroki tilted his head before warily lowering himself onto his back on the bed, his chestnut hair haloing around his face. Nowaki leaned over him and slid his shirt up and the hem of his pajama pants down, making Hiroki shiver slightly. He prodded at Hiroki's stomach, tracing small circles across the skin.
"What are you doing?" Hiroki murmured, gazing up at his lover with glimmering russet eyes.
"One moment, Hiro-san, I'm- oh! Here we go!" Nowaki suddenly exclaimed. He lifted his hands and hopped off of the bed. Hiroki watched as Nowaki went to the wall mirror and unhooked it from the wall. He propped it up at the bedside. With one hand he held the mirror up, and with the other he reached around and pushed into Hiroki's stomach once more. With a slight gasp, Hiroki's eyes widened as he saw a tiny balloon of flesh rise at Nowaki's touch. He reached down to feel it, finding it to be firm and globe-like.
"Oh, Nowaki…" Hiroki whispered, enamored by the sight in the mirror as he shifted his hand to lay it over Nowaki's prodding fingers. "That's our baby, isn't it?"
"Yes, Hiro-san," Nowaki affirmed, his voice somewhat gravelly with emotion. Hiroki stared at his reflection for a few more moments before sighing and shutting his eyes in content. He heard Nowaki replace the mirror to its rightful place on the wall, then felt the bed shift as Nowaki squeezed in beside his petite lover.
"Our baby is going to be strong, just like you," Hiroki murmured absentmindedly, rubbing his stomach with the palm of his hands and tickling his abdomen with light brushes of his fingers.
"Our baby will also be smart, like you. And gorgeous. Exactly like you," Nowaki said from beside him as Hiroki felt his warm, big hand cover his own smaller one over his belly. Hiroki's eyes peeled open to reveal Nowaki gazing down at him in absolute adoration, his head propped up on his elbow.
"Shut up, I'm not gorgeous," Hiroki protested half-heartedly, rolling away from Nowaki and curling up into a ball as he flushed crimson. His tiny smile defied his words. "I am smart, though. Just not… gorgeous."
Nowaki laughed from behind him. He shuffled up to Hiroki, draping an arm over his waist.
"Hiro-san, I wish you'd believe me when I tell you that you're beautiful, and cute, and lovely, and sexy, and adora-"
"Nowaki!"
"Sorry. But you're still beautiful and so, so, so adorable. I can't stand it," Nowaki murmured, burying his lips in the back of Hiroki's neck and suckling the blushing skin. Hiroki gasped and reached up to nibble at his index finger. He unconsciously pushed his hips back into Nowaki. Nowaki immediately understood and trailed his fingertips down Hiroki's side to rest on his hip.
"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and tipping his head back as Nowaki reached down to cup his growing erection. He rubbed in merciless circles over his pajama pants, and Hiroki reached out to grab a nearby pillow and bury his face in it to smother his pleasured sighs.
Nowaki's sly hand slid into Hiroki's waistline and wrapped around his member, touching it gently with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Nnn," Hiroki whimpered into his pillow, clenching the plush material harder as he curled into a ball around Nowaki's hand. Within moments, he was on edge and panting breathlessly, his hips jerking and rolling in time to Nowaki's strokes.
"Hiro-san, you're so hard," Nowaki said lowly behind him, and Hiroki gasped as his abdomen began to knot and spasm.
"Nowakiiii… ohhh," Hiroki moaned long and hard as he came into Nowaki's hand. Nowaki gave his organ a few more tugs to prolong his lover's orgasm before withdrawing his hand and reaching up to lick away the seed on his fingers.
"You're so tasty."
"You're an idiot," Hiroki huffed, not really angry. He embraced his pillow, the air around him practically distorted with the heat of his blush.
"What would you like for breakfast, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked, ignoring Hiroki's insult. Hiroki's stomach growled in response to Nowaki's question. Nowaki laughed heartily as Hiroki grew even more embarrassed.
"I dunno… I just want some oatmeal… or something," Hiroki said quietly into his pillow. "With lots and lots of cinnamon."
"Of course, Hiro-san. You can have all the cinnamon you want," Nowaki said, a smile in his cheerful voice. Without warning, Hiroki suddenly found himself lifted up into Nowaki's strong arms, and he flushed red as he was carried effortlessly out of the bedroom and down the hall.
"I'm not your bride!" Hiroki barked, kicking slightly. Despite himself, though, he wrapped his arms around Nowaki's neck and buried his head into his strong lover's shoulders. Nowaki chuckled, rocking Hiroki in his arms a little.
"You're so unlike yourself, Hiro-san," Nowaki commented. Hiroki snorted.
"Whatever. It's probably because I've been able to take a vacation from Professor Miyagi and those brats. I'll be back to normal when I go back tomorrow, I promise," Hiroki said, nodding to himself. Then, he frowned. "Miyagi is never going to let me down for taking a week of sick days. He's going to tease me for being such a softy."
"I don't think anyone will complain about your new attitude. I'm not necessarily against it, either," Nowaki said. He finally set Hiroki down in the kitchen and he pulled a chair out for Hiroki to sit in. Hiroki flopped into the seat, resting his elbow on the table and putting his chin in the palm of his hand. Nowaki went to the cupboards and rummaged through them until he found a box of apple cinnamon oatmeal.
"What do you mean?" Hiroki asked. Nowaki smiled at Hiroki over his shoulder as he prepared his lover's breakfast.
"Well, as much as your feisty attitude is a huge turn-on for me, I find your cute side unbearably irresistible, too. It's like when you leave Valentine's Day chocolates for me on the bed, only every day and all day. You have no idea how happy it makes me," Nowaki explained. He put Hiroki's oatmeal in the microwave and set the timer before turning back to his little lover, who looked sheepishly down at his clasped hands.
"Was I really that terrible to you?" he mumbled. Nowaki rushed forward, gathering Hiroki in his arms.
"No, Hiro-san. I'm only saying that I enjoy your cute side just as much as your devilish side. When you're overly shy and stubborn, I still know that you love me. You've never been terrible to me," Nowaki said reassuringly, petting Hiroki's soft hair. Hiroki wrapped his arms around Nowaki's waist, squeezing slightly.
"Thank goodness..."