Trouble: The final chapter (tear) I'm glad for all the readers! And this chapter is a really long one. We left off with Somaru pregnant; we jump ahead because the whole pregnancy would be boring. So now it's been seven months (nine months total). Also you should know that this chapter is a little detailed when it comes to the whole childbirth (no blood and that just Somaru's thoughts and feelings and we all know that child birth is kinda gory, but like I said I won't go into that as much) I don't own yuyu hakusho. Please enjoy- I have sequel information at the end that you should read.

Fragile Flowers

Chapter 10: Shuichiro

Kurama bent over and gently pecked Somaru on the forehead. "I'll be back at five, try not to strain yourself," he said and Somaru nodded. Kurama gently laid a hand on her swollen abdomen and smiled when he was rewarded with a sharp kick.

"Be careful, the roads are really bad tonight," she said with a small smile.

"You too, stay in bed like the doctor said. I want you to have a nice relaxing day, for you and the baby. You have to keep your strength up for that special day," he said kissing her again.

With that he left but he had a funny feeling that something a little out of the ordinary was going to happen. But he shook it aside and drove to work.

Meanwhile Somaru picked up the remote and flipped through the channels. Suddenly the screen went black the light went out. Somaru moaned and fell back in her pillows.

After thirty minutes her stomach began to ache, she sat up suddenly but only another twang of pain. She winced and tried to pull herself out of bed but her stomach got in the way. Another cramp. Her mind began to race as the thought of going into labor struck her. She stayed sitting straight up as another contraction tugged at her.

She clutched the sides of the mattress, as another contraction raked her body violently. She bit down hard on her lip. It was pointless to try to call Kurama, the power was out.

She tired hard to remember all the birthing classes that she took but all she drew was a blank. She couldn't think straight, panic began flood her mind. She gasped as another wave of contractions struck her. "No," she said through her clinched teeth.

Suddenly she felt her water break in between her legs. She gasped as another wave of pain rolled over—it was official, she was in labor now.

She tried to make her body relax, but it was no use. She felt the tiny child moving within her turning himself and only causing her more pain. Her brow began to sweat and her hair clung to her face. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. Fear of losing the baby stuck in her mind. Not only that she was alone, she had no hope of getting help.

"Not now!" she pleaded. But it was too late as her woman instincts began to kick in, and the pain was only to get worse. She couldn't help but wait for it all to be over.

More tears mixed with sweat rolled down her face and stung her face. "Please not now!" she begged. She had gained a mental connection with the little child. He could read her every thought, and some how had always offered comfort.

But now she didn't want to be physically separated with him. Suddenly she felt that familiar presence that the tiny baby always radiated from itself. It helped her to relax, she knew that he needed to be delivered, and that wouldn't happen as long as she was tense.

"Kurama!" she cried although she knew it wouldn't do her any good.

Fell back into her pillows hoping that everything would turn out okay. She let her body relax as much as possible, but the panic wouldn't let that happen. She clutched the sides of the mattress even harder.

The contractions slowly began to get worse after an hour or so. Somaru could hardly keep track of time. She just prayed for help, but she would most likely have to do this alone.

The storm had gotten worse, meaning that the roads were bad as well. Less and less cars would get through. With the power out it also made it a fight for the proper heat. Somaru grabbed as many blankets that were close enough to reach from the bed. She wrapped her self up as much as possible to keep herself and the baby warm.

She got some comfort from the warm blankets around her, but the fear of being alone for this event crept into her mind. She tried to shake it out of her mind but it was useless. "This isn't happening!" she cried as another contraction stung.

Kurama sat at his desk clicking away at his computer, the power hadn't gone out on his side of the city. He could feel a sinking feeling about Somaru. He got the strangest feeling that she needed him.

I think we should at least go check on her Kurama thought.

You're right something is wrong Yoko returned.

Kurama grabbed his jacket and hurried out the door. As he approached the apartment building, he knew that something really wasn't right.

"Kurama!" he heard Somaru scream as soon as he came crashing through the door of their apartment.

"Somaru!" he called back as he ran into the bedroom. He saw his wife wrapped in blankets with a pain expression on her face.

"Kurama!" she cried again and winced. "I'm sorry!" he knew what was happening and his eyes widened.

"Hold in there! It's all right!" He quickly got a bowl of warm water and rushed back into the bedroom. He set it down next to the bed and sat next to Somaru.

"Kurama!" she turned to him and gently placed a hand on each of his shoulders. She pulled herself up onto her knees and hugged Kurama and cried.

"It's okay, I'm here now. We'll do this together," he said gently. He gently laid her back down and took her hand and she squeezed in pain.

Another hour passed as the pain worsened and Somaru began to get weaker. She sat up suddenly, her eyes shut tight. "Kurama! I gotta push now!" she alerted him.

"What! Now?"

She nodded her eyes still shut tight. "Now!" she snapped. She clutched his hand even tighter, cutting off part of his circulation.

Somaru cried out suddenly. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried. These were even worse than the contractions; she could feel her son pushing his way out. Tears squeezed through her tightly shut eyelids.

Kurama watched breathlessly as his son slowly made his way into the world. Within a minute Somaru let out a final cry and the room filled with a sharp wail of an infant.

"I love you, Somaru!" he said, "What should his name be?"

"It's Shuichiro," she gasped as tears spilled freely down her face. "I Love You!" she cried out.

"Shuichiro," he said the name rolling easily off his tongue. Little Shuichiro stared up at them with green eyes that had a soft gold lining. He had dark red hair with black streaks. He looked calm and happy after he'd been cleaned off.

Shuichi gently kissed Somaru on the forehead. "Thank you!"

The End

Trouble: I'm so sorry that it had to end! But I well tell you this… I will have the first chapter of the sequel up in about a week. Here's a preview.

Preview… A tall teenage boy stood in front of his school with his nose buried in a book waiting for the class bell to ring.

"Hi Shuichiro!" a group of girls squealed but Shuichiro barely spared a glance. All the girls were like that. His father had told him that he had had the same problem when he was this age… until he met his mother. Shuichiro was their only child that meant he was more than just a little spoiled.

"Are you deaf? The bell just rang!" a voice drifted to his ears. He looked up into tree above him to see a pair of red eyes staring back down at him.

Hietaru was a short boy with black hair that seemed to hang around his face. He had crimson red eyes, like his father. They met through their parents, who'd been friends for a long time. Hiei and Hietaru lived on their own in a run down apartment on the other side of town. Hietaru's mother had died right after childbirth and his twin sister Haru had died when she was three after contracting whooping cough. It hit Hiei hard, and usually he would mope around for days. But Hietaru was always there for him and they made it through life.

"Hietaru aren't you coming?" Shuichiro asked as he began to pack for school but his best friend never moved.

"Something isn't right!" he said suddenly staring at the street. His crimson eyes fixed on a certain point. Shuichiro followed his gaze. There stood a man in odd clothes, he looked right at them his gaze unwavering.

"Jiganshi Hietaru! Minamino Shuichiro!" He said calmly. "I have some bad news!"

—Please look for the sequel that should be posted within a week!

Sayonara!