Somewhere on Autumn Woods Drive
By Rikku Minouke
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing; no YYH, no car, I don't even have a bike. I do, as of recent, own this laptop.
AN: Ah thanks Bee! I really just think nowadays people are getting too lazy (rolls eyes).That makes me feel old haha. But thank you for reviewing, so I'm dedicating this chapter to you before I head off to work!
Chapter thirty
It was weird that the more I talked to the baby in my stomach the more human I felt. Normally when someone starts talking to themselves it's deemed crazy. Lucky for me, my baby became my sanity plea. So really, my baby saved me from more than one trip to the loony bin.
"It's official," Kurama stood in the doorway of my room watching me analyze the front of a stroller box. "You are seventeen weeks a long today."
"Oh jeeze," I laughed. "My little boy is getting so old."
He pushed off the doorjamb and entered my room to stand next to me. "Well he is as big as a turnip now."
"I think you've read more baby books than I have," I spared him a glance before attempting to open the box with my fingernails. Shaking his head, Kurama dug through his back pocket and pulled out a box cutter.
"I got this," he smiled at me and cut open the top of the box. "Benefits of overnights, lots of box cutters."
"At least you don't leave them everywhere," I nodded. "Which reminds me, we need to look into baby proofing this place in a couple months. Well, let me rephrase that. You should look into baby proofing this place. I'd probably a drill a hole in the wrong place." He laughed as I attempted to empty the box out.
"Why are you setting up the stroller right now?" Kurama asked, as I struggled with the contents of the box. Sighing, I stopped and placed my hands on my hips. I looked at his face for a moment until he raised his eyebrows at me.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Just trying to look for something to do, I guess."
"It's lunch time for us," Kurama suggested and it brought a smile to my face. I gave up on the box and followed him into the kitchen. "Do you want a chicken sandwich? I can cook one up for you real quick."
"That sounds amazing," I was suddenly starving. Watching him open a few cupboards he handed me a pack of peanut butter cracker sandwiches. "Oh my god, thank you." Quickly I opened the plastic wrap and started munching, getting crumbs everywhere.
"How'd you sleep last night?" Kurama opened the freezer door to snatch the bag of chicken.
Swallowing I dug through the pack for another sandwich. Why did they make these things so small? "Eh, I had to pee like five times," I shrugged. "But I did have the best dream ever."
He laughed as he dug through another cabinet for a pan to start frying the chicken. "Yeah and what was that?"
"I was drinking the best iced coffee in the world while playing with some adorable kittens," I felt the pout in my face before I knew it. If only my dream had been true. "They were so cute and fluffy."
"There is a place in Japan where you pay to drink tea and play with cats," Kurama glanced back at my amazed expression.
"Can we go there someday?" I asked, letting the excitement come through in my voice. "If it's anything like my dream; it will be the best thing in the world." I listened to him laugh again as he placed the chicken in the pan. "Seriously." Turning around, he licked his lips before rounding the corner and taking a seat next to me.
"We'll see."
"But it was the greatest dream ever," I told him and he nodded.
"Did you like your dream?" his question oozed sarcasm and I raised my eyebrows. "I'm having a hard time telling if you like it or not."
"How'd you sleep?" I rolled my eyes as I changed the subject. He sighed and that's when I noticed the strain under his eyes. Reaching up, I rubbed my thumb against his cheek. "What's wrong Kurama? You look so tired."
"It's nothing, really," he said and let me continue to rub my thumb across his skin. It felt so smooth under my touch. I leaned forward a little to bend my elbow while continuing my hand motions. "I will survive. No worries." Pressing my lips together in frustration, I raised my other hand to completely grab his face between my palms and force him to look me in the eyes.
"Tell me."
He was quiet for a moment while I let my pink orbs do the pleading for me. "You snore."
Dropping my hands to my side, I straightened up. "What? No I don't."
"You started snoring a couple days ago," Kurama licked his lips. "And it is so bad. I can hear it from across the apartment enough to keep me awake."
"Seriously?" I asked, not expecting that to be his answer. He nodded and I really pondered the possibility. "I wonder if that's something to do with the pregnancy."
"It is," he sighed. "I looked it up yesterday. I hope it doesn't last too long. I might actually have to buy ear plugs." He stood then to check the chicken and thought more about it.
"That would actually make since then why I've been waking up with a super dry throat this week," I nodded to myself. "I'm sorry Kurama." I stood from my spot as well and came up behind him. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I felt his muscles stiffen momentarily before relaxing in my grip.
"You are awfully affectionate today," he said to me and I shrugged.
"Blame the pregnancy," I said and he laughed.
"You can't always blame your pregnancy, Botan," Kurama told me.
"Fine, blame the fluffy kitties," I rolled my eyes.