DISCLAIMER: Magic Kaito is the respective creation and property of Gosho Aoyama.

AUTHOR: Melpomene-the-Tragic-Parody

MAIN CHARACTERS: Kaito Kuroba, Aoko Nakamori

CHAPTER: #9

TITLE: All of Me

INSPIRED BY: ~ All of Me, by John Legend ~

~M.K~

Her skin was warm velvet beneath his hand. With the lightest care, he skimmed his fingers along the curves of her shoulders, her long, freckled arms, to the delicate dip at her waist to the slight curve of her midriff. Dark hair tickled his cheek as he turned on his side to gaze at her sleeping face.

She was adorable when she slept. Every angle of her face had smoothed to a curious obliviousness, and her pink lips were parted. Her long lashes fluttered with her dreams, casting short shadows along her cheeks. Her listless hands lay between them, and his heart swelled at the gleaming sapphire band adorning her finger. He could have stayed there with her all morning without a care in the world.

"You're staring again, you creep."

A short burst of laughter escaped Kaito's lips.

"It's called admiration," he said teasingly. "See if I ever do that again."

It was Aoko's turn to giggle.

"What time is it?" she asked, tugging the sheet over her chest, concealing a rather appealing view from Kaito's eyes and yawning sleepily.

"Too early to leave the bed."

"Lazybones," Aoko muttered fondly before checking the clock on the bedside table. She bolted up when she realized it said it was a little after eleven in the morning. She turned back to Kaito with raised eyebrows.

"Kaito, this is too early?" she asked rhetorically. "More like it's too late."

Kaito wrapped an arm around her middle, pulled her down to him, and nuzzled his face lazily in the crook of her neck, his dark mess of bed hair mixing in with hers. "Aoko, it's our honeymoon. No one's going to care if we spend all day in bed. Besides, I wanted to let you sleep; you were tired."

She sighed at the little kisses he peppered on her skin until his mouth was dancing playfully around hers, kissing her chin, her cheeks, eyelids, and even her nose, but avoiding her lips. She pretended to glare at him as he gave her one of those ridiculous, knavish smirks when he noticed her pout.

"What? You said you don't like morning breath."

Aoko almost shoved him off the bed.

Eventually, the newlyweds relented to take a shower and go out for breakfast since neither one of them was in the mood to cook a late breakfast/early lunch. Aoko held onto Kaito's hand as they left the hotel and wandered through the sun-kissed streets of Paris.

There were occasional pointed glances toward the young couple as they found their favorite cafe with a full view of the Eiffel Tower; after all, it wasn't every day that an international renown magician passed through Europe for his honeymoon with his wife. Kaito knew Aoko would have been happy to remain in Japan, but he wanted to spoil her before their regular lives returned.

Knowing her sweet tooth, it hadn't been difficult to persuade her to the deal of sampling genuine foreign sweets from every country on their list. Kaito's survival instincts warned him never to comment on her weight, even if she had gained a slight change in her figure. At this point, he probably did as well.

From across their secluded table on the cafe's upper balcony, Kaito fondly watched Aoko over the top of his coffee cup as she moaned in delight at her second helping of strawberry crepes, offhandedly wondering where she had the room to store it all. There was something different about her, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

After they left the cafe, they wandered past the shops and were occasionally stopped for an autograph from or photo with Kaito, much to Aoko's amusement. They had already visited the famed landmarks in the country, driven along the countryside, and even been through a variety of sweet shops at Aoko's delight (and Kaito's disbelief when she sampled everything). Occasionally, Aoko leaned against Kaito's shoulder and closed her eyes, as if taking a standing nap.

It made him laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked, pouting at him.

Kaito grasped her waist and ticked her sides, relishing her squealing laughter and attempts to swat his hands away.

"Oi, what are you doing?" She managed to break away, her face glowing with life. "Don't be a brat!"

"I'm not," he said smugly. "Just waking you up since you don't want coffee."

She rolled her eyes, fighting the silly smile on her face. "I already had some of yours, Kaito, and it was too sweet. Come on, I want to see that bakery again!"

Kaito chuckled at the irony; the woman with the sweet tooth complaining that something was too sweet…

An hour later, the couple found themselves strolling along the lush grass of Champ de Mars, where other locals and tourists had gathered for picnics or rest. Aoko stopped under a shady tree to rest her feet, nibbling on a treat bag of palmiers, a leaf-shaped pastry she had taken a liking to. Kaito felt her eyes follow him as he got busy with work. Well, work was a mild description.

A group of young children had witnessed a brief display of showiness he had used to make his wife laugh and had begged to see more, to Kaito's delight. Within minutes, the knavish magician had gathered a dazzled audience. It was a different sort of pride, bringing joy and laughter to those children's faces over his usual crowds. In the end, a little blonde girl no older than two years waddled up to him with a little daisy, beckoned him to kneel, and then gave him the tiny flower and a little kiss on his chin. The crowd laughed.

Kaito beamed at her and offered a pretty pink rose in return, to her great delight.

"You're wonderful with them." Kaito looked up to see Aoko standing over him, affectionate eyes dancing over the little crowd rambling in their native tongue. "The children especially love you."

Kaito shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. I remember what it was like to watch my father perform on stage. I'm honored to do the same whenever I can."

Aoko reached up and ran her hand through his tousled hair.

"For all of them or your own?" she asked curiously, resting her head against his shoulder.

Kaito's eyes twinkled at the thought. Perhaps years ago the idea wouldn't have occurred to him, but it had been something he thought about while on his mission to attain Pandora. Back then, settling down and having a family was unlikely and too risky. Why put a family through the heartache he endured after his father's death? But with both that Organization and dreaded gem gone, and finally having the chance to be with Aoko, he felt like anything was possible. It must have shown because he caught Aoko blushing.

"Especially my own… I want a whole army of them," he decreed. "Let's see. One half shall be magicians and the other half will be thieves."

He caught sight of his wife with her arms folded and eyebrows raised.

"Alright, a third will moonlight as detectives."

He grinned cheekily at her exasperation.

"That army better not be more than five, Kaito," she warned him, a dark blush growing on her cheeks. "And no thieves."

It was late afternoon when they returned to the hotel, appetites sated and worn for wear. After a long shower, Aoko collapsed on their bed and went fast asleep, sparing a kiss to her husband before she drifted off. In turn, Kaito was still too awake to tuck in and simply left her to rest while he focused his time on planning new ideas for his performances. They had one more day in France before they went to the Netherlands.

He wanted a new adventure with Aoko before they left.

To no surprise, Aoko slept through the night, just as she had the past week. Kaito found himself gazing at her again, his eyes catching on the delicate outline of her body in the shadows of the night. It was unlike her to sleep so much. He was the 'lazybones' in their relationship. He hoped she hadn't caught a bug as he drifted off to sleep.

Kaito shuddered awake in the darkness, dazed and confused by the sudden pull of an abrupt sound. It had to take something loud to snap him out of his dreams because he usually slept like a rock. Was it coming from outside? Grumbling to himself, he reached out his arm to wrap around Aoko, prepared to go back to sleep, only to grasp at empty sheets.

His body thrown into alertness, Kaito scrambled off the bed and flicked on the lamp, his eyes roaming the room until they fell on the open doorway leading to their bathroom. He heard Aoko groan and immediately hastened inside to find his wife curled over the toilet.

"Aoko!" He rushed to her side and was taken aback by the clamminess of her forehead as she clumsily dabbed her chin with a wad of tissue paper. "Oh god, what's wrong?"

Aoko shook her head and pulled the tank lever. "Nothing," she gasped, clutching her stomach and taking shallow breaths.

"Aoko, you're sick! That's not nothing," Kaito protested, seeing the weariness and hesitation in her eyes. Aoko couldn't answer as she leaned over the side and emitted around round of sick; all Kaito could do was hold back her hair. Had she eaten too much earlier?

He didn't care that Aoko felt embarrassed that he helped her out of her clothes and into the shower for a hot bath, but he couldn't help but be protective and concerned. While she brushed her teeth, he ordered up a cup of ginger tea and a tray of dry toast, all the while wondering if he should just take her to the hospital. She drank the tea in between small bites of toast, leaning against his shoulder and closing her eyes. This time, Kaito didn't find the gesture amusing.

"Kaito, it's not what you think," Aoko said quietly as he tested for a fever. "It's just a little nausea. It always passes."

His hand froze against the side of her face, his eyes widening by a fraction.

"Always?" he repeated flatly. "Aoko, how long as this been going on?"

She winced slightly and turned a bashful stare at her toast. "Almost two weeks," she said in a small voice. "Since we were in Italy." She sighed nervously at his stillness. "I was going to tell you, but it wasn't often! You were always either asleep or busy. I didn't want to worry you."

He rubbed the back of his head. "Were you planning on keeping that a secret from me?"

"You're one to talk about keeping secrets," Aoko muttered, shaking her head at the exasperation on his face. "I was going to tell you at dinner tomorrow night, or tonight, I should say. I was hoping for it to be a surprise."

"Trust me, I'm surprised," Kaito said disgruntledly. They were supposed to be enjoying their honeymoon and instead, he had been oblivious to his own wife's plight. Great way to start off a marriage.

Aoko giggled softly. "No, not that, you idiot," she said, a mildly rosy glow returning her pale cheeks. She discarded her tea and toast and grasped onto his hand, her fingers skimming along his palm before she pressed it against her belly and held it there, her eyes imploring him to understand. "The truth is… I'm pregnant, Kaito."

At first, he heard her speak; then he heard the words; thus, Kaito altogether forgot what a poker face was. Aoko giggled at his dumbfounded expression, jaw dropped, eyes wide, probably messier hair for wear. She rubbed her hand comfortingly over his, waiting for the news to sink in.

"You're… pregnant," he croaked out. "You are… there's a—I mean—how—I mean, I know how, but—"

"Kaito, breathe!" Aoko ordered, reclaiming her half-eaten piece of toast.

Her husband fell silent and took the deepest breath he could muster. His eyes wandered from hers to that little spot where his hand resided; right there, a tiny being was… growing? Aoko had something entirely unique inside her now, a part of her… a part of him…

Kaito's other hand reached out to cover Aoko's warm hand on his. Her skin truly was velvet. It slowly dawned on him, why she was so tired as of late, craving more to eat, or even wandering off to the toilet more than usual. He had chalked it up to exhaustion from their touring, occasionally being a tad more temperamental when he annoyed her. How did he even miss the signs?

"We're having a baby?" he asked, his blank face slowly morphing into a jubilant grin. He caught the tears in her eyes as she nodded. "How long have…?"

"I don't know," she replied, her voice wavering with emotion. "I took a test before we left Italy, twice, and another after we came to Frances… all I know is that we're having a baby. When I saw you with those children earlier, I wanted to tell you then, but—"

Aoko gasped as Kaito swept her into a hug, lifting her from the bed and onto his lap, the both of them tumbling back on the bed. Giggling like mad, Aoko blushed at the wondering look on his, the very one from their wedding day when he stood with her at the altar. She bent her head and claimed his lips for her own, a heady moan drawn from her lips at his own mercy.

The rest of the tea and toast sat by the bed, forgotten.

~M.K~

"Is this a habit now? Staring at me in the morning?"

"Don't pretend you don't like it."

Aoko giggled as her husband tickled her nose with something familiar; soft to touch with a floral sweetness, she had no doubt that it was a rose. Cracking an eye open, she caught sight of Kaito, fully dressed and brimming with his usually flashy confidence, a single red rose twirling in his hand.

"Bonjour," she said, stretching the gentle ache in her arms. "What are we doing this m—Kaito? What's all this?"

Aoko's eyes widened to absorb the wonderment that Kaito had brought into their bedroom. She had never seen so many bouquets of roses all in one place since the day he proposed to her in front of the Clock Tower (it had made the newspapers and the news broadcasts on digital billboards). They crowded around a table piled with a wide assortment of food, silvery boxes, gift bags, sparkly balloons, and even giant, plush teddy bears. Beyond his usual brand of magic, Kaito was the kind of man who spared no expense to dazzle.

The air had never smelled so sweet.

"Oh, Kaito." Overwhelmed and emotional so early in the day, Aoko felt the tears well up and tried to dab them away without him noticing, but failed; his handkerchief was there in seconds. "Kaito, it's—it's—"

"A little over the top, but worth it," he said, blushing.

"Kaito, it's beautiful," Aoko insisted, resting her head against his chest. "Is the hotel going to be okay with all this?"

He chuckled. "Of all the things…" He kissed her forehead. "There's nothing to worry about, silly. Oh, and the best part." He shifted from the bed to the table for a silvery box and returned to her side. "Chocolates from Jacques Genin. He's considered the best chocolatier in the world. I got samples of everything in his shop."

"Or you just bought the shop," she murmured in awe, relishing in the sweet scent that enveloped the entire room. "You did this for me?"

Kaito lifted the box cover to reveal an assortment of fudges. He lifted one to her mouth to taste, and Aoko's eyes widened at the sweet burst of chocolate and mint and squealed with delight.

"Did it for all of us," he replied proudly, rubbing his hand gently across her midriff and helping himself to a random fudge. "I told you when I destroyed Pandora that I wanted a life with you. That bargain included everything."

Pure happiness flooded through her being. "Boy or girl?" she asked coyly, giggling as his fingers tickled her belly.

Kaito's grin was all but roguish. "Both."

It intrigued them both that such a simple word lit a fire beneath them. Aoko threaded her hand through his hair and tugged him down for a kiss. Kaito carefully discarded the box of sweets and wholeheartedly gave in to her temptations.

As it turned out, his new adventure with Aoko had already begun.

~M.K~

FURTHER NOTES:

I'm trying to stay out of my usual angst corner for a while. It probably won't last long, so I'm enjoying the fluff while it lasts. I hope everyone enjoys their Easter holiday. Kaito will probably prank Aoko's Easter sweets for April Fools. Wouldn't that be hilarious?

Reviews and criticisms are welcome.

—MELPOMENE-THE-TRAGIC-PARODY, signing out.