A/N For those of you who are wondering, the mystery of Michiru's "magical" conceiving will be solved in the end. Thanks for all the revus. Here is another chap, R/R

It had been a week since we had gone to see Sanaka-san. Tima had managed to take Mizuno-san out of jail but she was still on trial. I was frustrated and sad. I was looking through a magazine one morning and I saw a picture of a baby. God knows how many hours I sat there and stared at it. When Haruka passed by she saw me sitting there in a trance. She had snatched the magazine away from me. I had cried out for it, taken by surprise.

"Michiru snap out of it," she had told me firmly. But I couldn't.

We went to the mall and passing a little kids shops I stopped and looked at it, wondering how nice it would have been to shop in there for my baby. When Haruka noticed I wasn't next to her anymore she had come back for me, very irritated.

"Michiru!" she had hissed, "Let's go!" Sighing I had went yet it kept happening. It was tiresome and it was bothering Haruka more and more. Yet I couldn't help myself.

That night Haruka sat by me and placed her arm around me. It had been a while since we had been in any contact. It was like two strangers living in the same house.

"Look at yourself," she said softly, "You look a mess. You are thin and pale. Stop stressing yourself. It was meant to happen. Please Michiru. You need to take care of yourself. Where is the self-assured and in control Michiru that I used to know?"

"She died," I replied bluntly.

"Michiru please!" she pulled away from me, "If a kid is what you want a kid is what we'll get. Now please stop moping."

"It's not an item Haruka," I replied coldly, "You can't say 'Oh it broke we'll jus get a new one.'"

"I am not saying that!" Haruka protested but I was angry now.

"Yes you are," I spat back, "That's exactly what you are saying! Why would you care? You didn't want that baby in the first place! And now it's gone and you're happy! Well bask in your bliss and I am leaving. Forever!"

"Michiru!" I heard her wretched cry as I ran out the door. I didn't wait for her. I just ran. Ran down the stairs and into oblivion while crying my heart out.

I woke up in my bed. Looking toward the window I saw that it was dark out. I felt tired. And my head felt heavy. Rolling over I saw the glowing clock. 3:42 am. I was alone on the bed. Out of habit I wondered where Haruka was.

It took me another 10 minutes before I felt good enought to get out of bed. I figured I had fainted. Walking slowly I left the room. It was dark in the living room and I couldn't make Haruka's shape out on the couch. Walking toward her study I noticed the glow of her computer. The door was open so I stood there and watched her. She hadn't noticed me yet.

She was wearing her reading glasses and frowning at something. There were circles ubder her eyes. She looked really tired. And old. She wasn't that old, but she looked it. It was my fault she was suffering. I had been so stupid that I had flung all my rage at her. Only when she was trying to help me.

I don't know how long I stood there. Eventually Haruka looked up and saw me. Leaving everything she came to me.

"Michiru…"

"You've got lot of work to do?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she was looking at me from behind her glasses. Reaching up I slid them off.

"Come sleep, Haruka, you need to," I told her.

"I have so much…work…" she started again.

"No, you don't," I told her smiling, "You're just mad at me."

"No, ofcourse not," she said, her shoulders sagging, "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I said all those awful things," I replied simply, "I hurt you with my words."

"They only hurt because some of them were true," she told me and I knew it had taken a lot for her to tell me that. She was being honest but she knew being honest could lead to another argument.

"It's okay," I told her automatically reaching to touch her hair.

"No, it's not," she pulled away, "We've been living like this for months now Michiru. It's got to stop. I love you and I hope you still love me. Why have we got so distant? Why?" My heart went out to her. It had been exactly what I had been thinking lately too.

I reached up to touch her again. This time she didn't pull away. I ran my hand through her hair down her cheek and along her jaw.

"We haven't got so distant," I told her softly, "We just needed some time to sort oursleves out."

"Did you sort yourself out?" she asked, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes," I told her.

"And what did you find?" she gently pulled me closer and I felt better being in her arms.

"That I can go through anything as long as you stay with me," I said softly leaning up toward her. She smiled at that.

"I am never leaving you," she replied, "You're stuck with me."

"As long as it's forever I don't care," I whispered to her. Before I knew it her lips pressed on mine in a warm and familiar way. I reached up and placing my hands on the back of her head I pulled her even closer as she deepened the kiss. After a while we both pulled away and I stared in her teal eyes, the eyes that I loved so much.

"You look so tired," I told her, "Forget your work and go to sleep." She barely nodded and we went to bed. Before I fell asleep I realized that our love had not weakened but strenghtened because we've been through so much yet we were still in love.

A/N sigh I love these sorta chaps, even though it takes me so long to think of even the slightest remote romantic dialogues. Anyway thanks for reading, R/R plz