This was originally a response to Mamono's challenge. I had to write a Seto/Téa ficlet using the line, "Why are you crying?" and the title "Raindrops."

Raindrops

by Kysra

He watched as silvery flashes against a sunshine blue sky fell and dispersed upon the gray pavement, recalling for a moment the old adage about the devil beating his wife.

It had been a long day, beginning with a three a.m. wake-up call, writhing along in a hazy course of nervous agitation, numbing fear, and barely contained elation, and finally ending with the satisfied applause of raindrops against the windowpane and the glowing cheer of a ripe sun.

He wanted to retain everything in his memory – the stench of rose bloom and antiseptic, the ill-chosen yellow shade of the hospital walls, her whispered words of assurance as she savored a moment of hard-won rest, the harsh little slap and first tearing cry, the barely contained warmth bursting in a heart unaccustomed to such overwhelming emotion, and the initial introduction to one so precious and unexpected even his agile mind could not fathom the wonder of her existence.

No, he surmised silently, rain from a clear sky must mean something else . . .

A gentle hum . . . a hushed cough accompanied by a soft whimper before the familiar voice of his wife found him and pulled him back from the depths of his thoughts.

. . . these raindrops, the tears of angels . . .

Téa's hair fell about her pale face in disarray and there were shadows resting below her eyes; but, as she watched him watch them, there was concern in her eyes and a tremulous smile on her lips. She had never been more beautiful to him.

"Seto?" The sound of his name could not coax his eyes from the tiny, pink bundle nestled at her side, "Why are you crying?"

The watery little laugh she gave after the question transported him briefly back to the day he proposed and the moment she spoke the words, "I do."

. . . crying for no other reason than to celebrate the joy of their wards.

He knew the smile forming on his face was genuine as he felt her cool fingers brushing the unregistered moisture from his cheek, and there was no other way to answer the raw worry in her eyes than with total honesty, "I'm happy."