That night was one of the best nights in Misa's life. Light was excitable, animated, clearly overjoyed. They talked for hours about things they had to do to prepare for the baby. Light decided to make a list. They needed to move Misa into his bedroom to make a nursery for the baby, they had to get Misa on prenatal vitamins, schedule check ups with their physician, find a good ultrasound technician, figure out the hospital where she would deliver, and go furniture shopping for the baby. They didn't have to wait for a blood test to confirm it- Misa had gone to the doctor's today to be absolutely certain that was what it was.
There was a bit of a debate on whether they could handle planning a wedding on top of that. Not that they didn't want to marry before their child was born- certainly Misa had no objections to that- but they were afraid of not being able to handle that stress on top of everything else. Eventually, they decided that they would get married at the courthouse with just his family and Misa's friend Nori, and have a more traditional wedding after the baby was born.
Light found himself unable to sleep that night with the excitement and determination swimming inside of him. Not only would this be an exciting time in his life, but it could also deflect some attention from his suspicion among the task force as a Kira suspect. Misa's appointments, doctors visits, and all of that would give him time to plot out his next move as Kira. With all the craziness that was certain to come around at this point, he was certain it would be more of a challenge to maintain his death note practices, but it wasn't anything he wasn't prepared to take on. He enjoyed a challenge.
Instead, he found himself staring at Misa as she slept soundly beside him. Despite having been indifferent to her in all the time they'd been together, somehow she had transformed into the most beautiful woman on earth in the past few hours. She had gone from a dispensable pawn in his quest for dominance to something so absolutely vital he did not know if he could live without her. Suddenly she was absolutely everything to him, the lynchpin in his plans for a happy future. She was more than just the ditzy woman who had made the mistake of falling in love with him. Now she was the mother of his child, and he knew he would do whatever it took to protect her at all costs.
Using his killings as Kira along with her pregnancy provided a convenient excuse to have her be with him at task force headquarters. He didn't feel good about leaving her home alone with everything that was happening, he'd say. The need to protect her was suddenly an instinct, sharpened to it's finest point. Something primal. There was nobody better suited to carry his child or be his wife than his most devoted and loyal follower. They had discussed her coming with him to work from now on. They'd also talked about how she would have to stop acting and modeling now. He didn't want another stalker coming after her, or the baby, and neither did she.
All the pieces seemed to be falling into place.
He carefully reached a hand to her stomach, gently placing his over it. It was incredible to think that a tiny human being, a combination of Misa and himself, was growing inside of her. He remembered her once telling him, during one of her many long-winded rants about their future together that their babies would be as smart and beautiful as he was, and as cute as she was, but he hoped it wasn't quite the case. He hoped the baby would inherit his genius, but he hoped it would be as beautiful as she was. Their baby would have beauty, brains, and a massive legacy to uphold, but he was confident his child would be able to handle it. His child would have everything if he had a say in it.
And, of course, he would, considering he would be a father.
He wondered what the baby would be like, who they would take more after. He hoped that they had Misa's eyes. For all the things he had disliked about her, he had always found something mesmerizing about her eyes. They held such emotion, and such power- both for obvious and nondescript reasons. He loved the color of her eyes, that caught the light and reflected every color under the rainbow. They would be perfect for commanding a room as he hoped they someday would when the world bowed to Kira's judgement.
His eyes flashed to Misa, and he heard her deep breathing. He didn't want to wake her, but he wanted to talk to his child. He maneuvered himself so that he could whisper to her stomach. Even though his hand was already there, he leaned his lips toward it. Even though he knew the baby couldn't hear him yet, he wanted to talk to them. The first words he would ever say to his child should mean something.
"Hi baby. I'm your Dad. I can't wait to meet you. I promise you, the world will be better for you, because I will make it better. I'm going to give you the world someday, and between your Mom and I, we'll teach you everything you need to know to be the greatest Kira the world has ever seen. Someday, you will inherit the world, and I will do everything I can to teach you how to run it so that I can give it to you. I love you."
When it was done, he smiled. No matter what else happened in his life, he would always think of this day as the best of his life. Even if his mission didn't succeed totally, today was the day he claimed a victory greater than he could name.
Today, he won.