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"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY!"

K dropped the pan he was cleaning in the kitchen, running into the living room to find Michael clutching the phone and screaming. "What? What's wrong? Where're you hurt?"

Michael sniffled. "How come you didn't tell me?"

A low grumbling sound came from the hallway. Yuki walked in, clutching his pillow and rubbing his eyes. He'd just been taking a nap when he heard Michael yell.

"What's going on…?" Yuki murmured, eyes half-open.

"I don't know…" K crouched next to Michael, "What didn't I tell you, Mikey?"

Michael's lip quivered. "I didn't know that Mommy Yuki is my new Mommy…"

"Well… he's not… Not really." K actually sounded helpless, and he glanced back at Yuki. Shit.

"You know…" Yuki said, yawning, "He's going to find out eventually…"

And with that, he turned on his heels and went back to bed.

Michael was still looking up at K, eyes wide. "But…but…"

K sighed, sitting down and leaning against the couch. "Mikey… come here."

Rushing forward, Michael sat down in his father's lap.

Hugging his son, K began to tell him about his and Yuki's relationship. He left out several things, for obvious reasons, and it was nearly half an hour when he finished.

"So…you and Mommy Yuki will have a baby?" Michael said slowly, "And he'll be my brother?"

"We're not sure if it'll be a brother. You might get a sister."

Michael was silent for a moment. "You love Mommy Yuki? Are you going to get married?"

"Married?" K cursed inwardly as his voice broke. "I'm… I'm not sure, Mikey. We'll see."

A muffled sound came from the hall. It sounded a bit like…laughing…

K sighed. He'd known Yuki was in the hall. He turned slightly, looking over the back of the couch. "You can come out now."

Grinning, Yuki walked into the room, this time without his pillow. "Have a nice talk?"

"Mm."

Michael looked up at Yuki, then got out of his father's lap and walked toward him. "Mommy Yuki…" he started.

Yuki watched the little boy, still smiling.

"You should marry Daddy, then you'd be my regular Mommy!" Michael said, beaming up at him.

Leaning down as best he could, Yuki opened his arms and offered a hug to Michael.

Michael jumped forward into his Mommy Yuki's arms.

K stood from his sitting position, easing the cramps out of his legs. Marriage? He rubbed his forehead. He didn't want another marriage. Not so soon after Judy.

"Oh yeah! Megumi said that I could go over to Kyo's Thursday after school and that they're looking forward to the sushi party on Friday!" said Michael excitedly, looking between his father and Yuki.

Nodding, K stretched. "Good… We'll need to get the stuff for the sushi on Thursday."

Yuki's stomach growled. "I need…a taco…with avocado," he said slowly. His food cravings went on and off, and here was one he hadn't had before. Usually it was hamburgers or some kind of fruit…

"Now?"

Nodding, Yuki asked, "Don't we have the stuff already?"

K frowned in thought. "I think so…"

Michael piped up, "I want a taco too!"

"With avocado?" K smiled, taking a step toward the kitchen.

Grinning, both Yuki and Michael followed him. "Yeah! Lots of avocado!"

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"Dammit! Why the fuck can't I go to the bathroom!"

"You have to have a full bladder before an ultrasound. Hamazaki told you last time, remember?" K pulled off his dark sunglasses, peering at Yuki through the haze of afternoon sun. He fought back a smile, but the hint of a smirk played with his lips.

Grumbling, Yuki got out of the car. He really needed to go. Walking toward the door, he sighed. "You know, I'm actually struggling with the need to choke you right now…" he said, giving K a glare.

"Keep on struggling." K grinned, leading the way into the waiting room.

Yuki remembered what the pregnancy books had said about ultrasounds. "I think at this point, they can tell if it's a boy or girl…"

K turned, "Really? Do you want to know, or do you want to wait and find out?" Personally, he wanted to know. He'd waited with Michael… well, he hadn't been around when Judy was pregnant with Michael, and he knew it was one hell of a wait. He wasn't inclined to repeat the experience.

"Well…it'd be nice to know…but…" Yuki said, thinking to himself, "Wouldn't it be nice to just wait and get surprised?"

"I've done that… it's not as much fun as you think." K smiled in an almost suggestive way.

Grinning, Yuki looked up at him. "Would it kill you if I said I wanted to wait?"

K groaned, "Please don't make me wait…"

"It would, wouldn't it?" asked Yuki, watching his lover carefully.

"It might."

"Hmmm…" Yuki said, thinking to himself. He really didn't want to know…if he tried the 'one of them knows and the other doesn't' then he knew that it would eventually blurt out of K…

K tilted his head, "Hmmm?"

Yuki turned toward him, a guilty expression on his face. "K…I don't want to know what the baby will be…"

"But?"

With a sigh, Yuki finished, "But if you really want to know…then we can ask the doctor to tell us."

K frowned, "I'll live." And if he didn't... he could scare it out of Hamazaki...

Somehow, Yuki noticed a little glimmer of something in K's eyes. "Don't threaten my doctor, either, buddy. Don't think I forgot what happened last week." He warned, giving K a mild glare.

"Last week?" K's brows rose innocently. "I didn't do anything..."

"False innocence doesn't work on me." Yuki said, sticking a tongue out at his lover, "You forget I've been around you for a little less than three months."

"False? You insult me!" K pressed a hand to his chest, stumbling backwards dramatically.

"You've worked with way two many bad actors…" Yuki said, smiling wryly at the poor acting.

K smiled, putting his sunglasses on again. "You spend one day with Ryuichi, and you learn all the tricks."

"He's a singer."

"Have you watched TV? Singers and actors these days are the same thing."

Yuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He heard the door of the back room open and looked up.

Hamazaki leaned out, holding something very suspicious looking with his clipboard. "If you're ready, Yuki-san."

Yuki got to his feet and walked toward Hamazaki. "I'm ready," he said, already aware that K was at his heels.

The doctor made no move to protest as K followed Yuki into the back room.

"Ah…Doc…what is that?" Yuki asked, pointing at the long object on Dr. Hamazaki's clipboard.

Hamazaki blinked, holding up the object. "This? Oh. It's just a probe."

K tried to hold back a laugh, the sound coming out as a muffled snort

Yuki's face blanched. "You're not…going to…"

"Of course not, if you're adverse. There are other ways to do an ultrasound."

Breathing a small sigh of relief, Yuki went to the metal bed, sitting down on it with light struggle. It was only a bit hard for him to sit down these days. He assumed it would get worse.

Hamazaki set the probe and his clipboard down on the counter, hands clasped in front of him. K watched as the doctor tried to find the right words, marveling that it was the first time he'd seen Hamazaki without his doodling pad... er. Clipboard.

"Would you like to know the gender of your child, or would you prefer to wait?"

Almost immediately, Yuki looked up at K.

K blinked back at his lover, then looked at Hamazaki. He didn't bother to think, just let the words come. "We're going to wait."

Hamazaki nodded, turning and taking the note down on his clipboard. "Alright..."

Yuki smiled a little, reaching over to take K's hand. "Thank you…" he whispered while the doctor was still taking notes.

K looked down at him, a startled smile lighting his face. "You're welcome."

"I know that it's killing you…but I still think it's…" he searched his mind for the right word, "…sweet …"

"We start dying from the moment we're born." K's tone was teasing, and he rested his hip against the bed comfortably.

"Actually, that's not true." Hamazaki turned, once again holding his clipboard. "We begin to die once the umbilical cord is cut. Until that point, we are at our most alive."

Nodding slowly, Yuki squeezed K's hand affectionately. "So you want me to lie down, doc?"

Hamazaki nodded, brow furrowing a bit as he watched K pull reluctantly away.

Swinging his legs over the side, Yuki leaned back slowly to lie down in the uncomfortable bed. Pulling his sweater over his stomach, you could see the noticeable round spot.

Stepping around K to the screen and transducer he had set up next to the bed, Hamazaki picked up the small, hand held scanner.

Relaxing on the bed, Yuki left his sweater rolled up to the upper part of his chest, exposing his entire stomach. "Ready when you are, doc."

Hamazaki glanced at the screen, which he'd had on and warming up for several minutes already. "This might be a bit cold..." He placed the flat part of the transducer on Yuki's stomach, looking back at the screen.

Yuki cringed a bit as the little scanner touched his stomach. "Uh…yeah…it is a little cold," he mumbled. The thing was like fucking ice!

K moved around to the other side of the bed, well out of Hamazaki's way. He took Yuki's hand, lips twitching a bit. He knew that expression...

The screen flickered for a moment as the transducer began to project the images it was receiving.

Grasping the other man's hand gratefully, Yuki watched the screen slow down. With a wondered look in his eyes, he saw the blurs and smudges gradually start to form shapes.

K stared at the monitor, blue eyes shocked. That was his child... that blob looking thing on the screen. That was his and Yuki's... His fingers threaded with the author's, eyes never leaving the screen.

Hamazaki smiled, moving the transducer to get a different angle.

Yuki's eyes darted around the screen for a moment, taking in the white and black picture while Hamazaki moved it. When it stopped, his gaze settled on a small oval-shaped white spot.

"Holy fuck…" K stared at the shape. "Is that…?"

Still smiling, Hamazaki nodded. "That's your child."

Not quite as eloquently as K had, Yuki showed his astonishment by being completely silent. Somehow, he was completely shocked, but the look on his face was the happiest that anyone else would be so lucky as to see him with.

The doctor watched the two men with no small amount of amusement. It was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that these two… smiling men were the most dangerous people he would ever meet. He found it difficult to place them both in that category.

"It's…" Yuki let the first word he could think of slip from his tongue, "Beautiful…"

He wasn't quite sure why he was calling the small shape beautiful, but he assumed it must be one of those mother/child bonds growing already.

Typically American, K looked down at Yuki with an incredulous expression. "It's a blob."

Yuki made a mental note to kick him later. "That is I not I just a blob. That is your child, of which I am hoping none of those American traits are passed on to…" he said, glaring up at him.

K smiled devilishly. "I thought you liked my American traits…"

"I can name several I could do without…" Yuki said, but then added, "And a few I'd hate to lose."

"I feel special."

With a smirk, Yuki shifted his gaze over to Hamazaki. With his sweater was pulled up past his nipples and the fact he was lying on a metal bed, he was starting to get cold. "Can I…?"

Hamazaki nodded, setting the transducer back on the desk. "Of course."

K forced a sigh, "But I like you without a shirt…"

Yuki sent a look that clearly meant "later" in K's direction as he sat up, pulling the sweater back down.

Face actually reddening, Hamazaki turned away, giving the two blond men some semblance of privacy.

Recognizing the look, K grinned, making a "Yay!" face.

Taking advantage of the sudden loss of his doctor's attention, Yuki turned sharply and pulled at K's tie roughly catching his lips in a gentle kiss.

He stifled the noise that rose in his throat, returning the kiss without hesitation. If Hamazaki turned at the wrong time, he'd get shot. It was that simple.

Letting go only seconds before they would be caught, Yuki slid off of the uncomfortable bed and stepped onto the floor. "So, doc, is that all for today?"

Hamazaki turned, looking a bit startled. "That's all for today. You know what to do."

"Talk to Sakura at the desk." K finished in what could only be described as a dutiful tone.

Nodding his goodbye, Yuki turned and started walking toward the door and out to the reception desk. Another visit in 3-4 weeks…

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"Ha ha! Kyo! You have rice in your hair and there's some salmon on your nose!"

Michael laughed, not aware that he himself had rice in his hair as well as salmon over parts of his face. In fact Kyo, K, Megumi and Michael all had food over his or her faces and hair. All except for Yuki, who'd as it turned out, couldn't stand the smell of the fish eggs. Thus he had to excuse himself to the other side of the apartment.

Kyo rolled his eyes, "Nuh uh! And you have wasabi on your ear!"

K laughed, listening to the two young boys bicker as he began to put away the extra materials. They'd been making sushi all morning and well into the afternoon, and the kitchen was trashed. Michael and Kyo had gotten into a rice throwing contest, then a sea weed sword fight, and then a wasabi "Who can get the most on their face and not eat any" competition.

If he didn't start cleaning now, Yuki was going to come in and have a fit. As it was, he could hear the author moving around in the other room, which meant he wasn't working, and probably wasn't feeling well. He'd have to check on him later…

Megumi half-watched them, plucking lone grains of sticky rice from her hair and face. With a sigh, she gave up. She would need to take a shower to get all of the rice out.

Michael lazily wiped at his ear. He was still proud that he had won most of the contests that he and Kyo had played that day. He didn't like wasabi that much anyway.

"Daddy! Can I bring Mommy Yuki some of the sushi that doesn't have fish eggs?" asked Michael, tugging on his father's shirt with his non-sticky hand.

"If you show Megumi and Kyo to the bathroom first." K's lips quirked and he ruffled Michael's hair, a bit of rice falling out.

"Okay!"

Michael took one of each redhead's hands and pulled them to the nearest bathroom, neither getting the chance to say anything otherwise.

K handed Michael a plate of clumsily wrapped pieces of sushi when he came back in, making sure that the ones on the plate were ones that Michael and Kyo made.

After giving them an once-over to make sure there weren't any little piles of orange fish eggs on them, Michael scampered off to give the plate to Mommy Yuki.

A few minutes later, he came back grinning and plate-less. "Mommy Yuki said thank you!" he said happily, sitting down to wait for Megumi and Kyo to come back.

Kyo bounced back into the room, proudly sporting a crown of soapsuds. K inwardly groaned. How much of a mess was the bathroom?

His answer came in the form of a wet, suds-covered Megumi with a sour look on her face. "I'm sorry in advance for your bathroom." She apologized, bowing so that a few little bits of bubbles fell from her head.

K's lips quirked unwillingly, "How bad is it?"

"Um…you may not want to go in there until it's clean again…" she said sheepishly, swatting at her little brother's crown. It splattered into a few tufts of bubbles, much to the disappointment of the two little boys.

Kyo pouted, "Gumi, that wasn't fair..." He whined, turning large puppy eyes to her.

"At least you had fun." K smiled, inwardly dreading the bathroom. He certainly wasn't going to make Yuki clean it...

Michael scooped up one of the puffs, holding it for a moment before clapping his hand over it quickly. The result was smaller puffs in a hundred directions around him. He giggled, reaching for another one.

Kyo laughed in delight, scooping one off his head and repeating Michael's movements.

Megumi flinched as one landed just under her eye. She was about to tell them to stop when the door opened and Yuki stepped in, carefully pinching his nose in case of fish egg stench.

"What are you guys doing?" Yuki asked incredulously, staring at the little spots of bubbles everywhere for about two or three feet.

Michael looked up at Yuki, a grin on his face. "We're making bubbles!" he giggled, clapping his hands again.

K smiled apologetically at him, "I'll clean it up in a minute, love. Don't worry."

Managing to carry a handful of bubbles, Kyo stretched, offering it up to Yuki. "Try it, Yuki-san!"

Blinking down at the orange haired boy, Yuki slowly reached out and took a bit of the bubbles. It felt really…weird in his hands…like soft but wet and unable to grasp. He held his breath and clapped his hands together.

Kyo laughed as the bubbles splattered all over him, staring up at Yuki with a huge smile. "See? It's fun!"

Watching the sparkly bits of water and soap fall slowly through the air, Yuki smiled. "It is fun…"

Michael tugged on Kyo's sleeve. "Is there more in the bathroom?"

"Tons!"

Giggling, Michael took off for the bathroom.

Now that Yuki thought about it…he could hear rushing water and some kind of chugging sound.

Kyo ran after Michael, slipping a bit on the wet floor.

K's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop the slight groan that escaped his throat. Fuck!

Yuki went out into the hall, Megumi as well. With a couple blinks, Yuki called out, "Michael! Did you try and use the washing machine?"

A guilty smile arose on Michael's face as huge mountains of bubbles started pouring from the laundry room.

Following Yuki into the hall, K stared at the bubbles in complete shock. He'd have to... clean all of that...

Michael watched Yuki and his daddy for a moment before abandoning any thoughts of being punished and dove into one of the mountains.

Kyo poked his head out of one of the larger ones, scraping bubbles away from his eyes. "You guys should jump in!" He said, a huge grin splitting the bubbles around his mouth.

For some reason, Yuki really wanted to. But he decided it wouldn't be safe for him or the baby. "You'll need to go in that," he said, looking at K, "And turn off the washer."

Giving him a look that would have made almost anyone shrivel and die, K stepped forward, wading through the bubbles. Damn stupid fucking bubbles that would take forever to get out of the carpet and off the walls...

Yuki made a mental note to hire a maid…at least for a day.

Megumi was also struggling with the need to jump in, only beaten by herself telling her that she wasn't a child any more.

Kyo flung a handful of bubbles at his sister, making the appropriate disappointed noises when it fell and melted back into the growing mass of opaque soap.

Groaning, Megumi walked nearest to Kyo and reached into the bubbly mess to find him. "Kyonkichi! Stop making such a mess!" she scolded, searching aimlessly. It was all white.

He giggled somewhere in the depths, having ducked under the surface again.

K stepped back out after shutting off the washer, covered in bubbles up to the middle of his chest. His scowl was more then enough insight into his thoughts.

A quick snort escaped Yuki's lips before he had the chance to smother it. Another soon followed and soon Yuki was laughing hard enough that he could swear his ribs were cracking.

K crossed his arms over his stomach, ignoring the bubbles that bunched up. He didn't deserve this... He'd be cleaning for hours, and...

Wiping at his eyes, Yuki walked over to his lover, little chuckles escaping his throat. He wasn't going to say it out loud, but K looked a bit like Santa Claus.

"Don't worry about it. I'll hire a maid." He said, sticking his tongue out at the taller man.

"Good." K forced a hand through his wet bangs, bubbles sticking to his hair as a result. "I'm going to go take a shower..."

Nodding, Yuki turned to the bubbles. If he went in and slipped and fell, the baby might get hurt. So he gave the job to a very eager Megumi.

"I'll get them out!" she said, saluting him with a giant grin on her face.

K left the hallway, the sounds of Kyo and Michael's giggles and shrieks ringing in his ears.

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