Chapter Thirty: The Risk

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We're Having A Baby Arc: 3/3

Song Playing: I Would Do Anything

Theme 61: Chance

Hiruma had always been a little... unconventional at best. Since he had found out that he was going to be a father he had completely thrown himself into some sort of project. He wouldn't tell her what it was and every time she tried to take a peek he stopped. Finally she shrugged it off as something she probably really didn't want to know.

It wasn't too long after that, that he began acting strange. And not his normal strange either.

Suddenly she wasn't allowed to lift anything heavier than a single bag of groceries. He had actually taken the plastic bags filled with food out of her arms and told her that he would be doing the shopping from then on. Then he kicked her out of the kitchen one fine evening when she had been handling a piece of beef for dinner. He had actually kicked her out and announced that he would take of the meal. After which he ordered her to go wash her hands with hot water and soap. She hadn't handled a piece of raw meat since.

But neither of his newly developed quirks compared the incident at the mall where they had been browsing through baby items. Well, she had been browsing he had been grumbling about some sort of stupid purple dinosaur that was singing on a small television set in the children's video section. They had just left the store and where waiting in line at the food court when then man in front of them had pulled out a cigarette.

The man had barely inhaled before Hiruma had shot the lighted end of the cigarette off with precision aim. She quickly dragged him back home before security had arrived.

It was nearly a week later that Mamori found herself going a bit stir crazy. Not being allowed to cook or carry anything heavy had limited her activities to a very short list. Letting out a heavy sigh she plopped herself at the dining room table and glanced over to where her husband was typing away at something in the seat across from her. Taking the lid off a box of chocolates that Suzuna had brought over she grabbed one and was in the process of bringing it up to her mouth when it suddenly wasn't there anymore.

Blinking in confusion she looked up just in time to see Hiruma's disgusted face as he swallowed the sweet.

Okay. That did it. He had been acting weird ever since he found out she was pregnant and she was going to find out why. "What's wrong with you?"

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

"You! You've been acting weird ever since you found out that I'm having a baby." Mamori glared at him as she started counting off examples on her fingers. "I can't lift anything. I can't cook. You shot at a stranger. You ate my chocolate. You don't even like chocolate! So what's wrong with you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm not taking a fucking chance."

Slightly taken back by his response, she raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not taking a fucking chance." He repeated. His face set in a serious expression that she hadn't seen since their old football days. He continued to explain his previously vague answer. "With the baby. I'm not about to let you hurt yourself by moving crap or get sick from raw meat and hell will freeze over before I let some fucking idiot put my kids life in danger because he has no self-control."

Mamori, while touched by his concern, still had one last question. "And the chocolate?"

"Champagne truffle. Fucking disgusting too."