Soooooooo, pretty much every review said y'all were hoping for more. Well, here it is.

Keep in mind, this one was not read by anyone other than me before I uploaded it, so please tell me about any mistakes or suggestions y'all have for this one.

[Stick around at the end for more ramblings and/or explanations!]

Update(?): Ahhh, I forgot to mention this in the original upload, but I'm gonna need help with the baby. Like, should it be a girl? Boy? ... Twins? Idk. Also names. I'm horrible with names, if you leave it to me, I'll name it after one of their parents _ So yeah, PLEASE HELP. SUGGESTIONS, OPINIONS, ANYTHING

Kaneki flitted around the living room placing little Christmas-themed decorations while humming the tune of 'Jingle Bells.' 'I'm excited! Christmas is my favorite holiday and the baby is due in December!' Smiling widely, he continued to ecstatically cover the room in Christmas cheer.

Meanwhile, Touka was woken from her nap by the sound of shuffling and humming. 'What the..?' Grunting, she slowly rose to a sitting position before gingerly getting up and waddling to the door. Opening the door, she was confronted with red and green everywhere. 'Is that a mistletoe hanging in the door frame? Just what the hell is that idiot doing?' She walked into the living room, eyes widening at the sight of Christmas decorations in every possible place for them. Her eyes scanned the room in surprise before landing on her very enthusiastic husband, who was currently absorbed in his own little world.

"Kaneki, what the hell is all this?" Touka placed one hand on her eight and a half month belly and the other on her hip, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"OH! Hi, Touka-chan. I didn't mean to wake you up; I was just getting in the Christmas spirit! What do you think?" Kaneki gestured to the whole room, a childlike smile covering his face.

Touka sighed. "I think you're an idiot. It's only November 15th, what are you doing decorating for a holiday that's over a month away?"

"Ah, that's because it's never too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" He turned to the coffee table, placing a pot of fake poinsettia flowers in the middle of it.

Touka watched as her husband resumed skipping around, leaving a trail of enthusiasm and assorted decorations behind him. 'He really is a genuine idiot. Who gets excited about Christmas in the middle of November?' Touka shook her head in wonder and sat on the couch, shoving a Santa shaped pillow out of the way.

"Kaneki, only department stores start this early. This is ridiculous. Besides, it's not like we can do anything for Christmas anyway," she said, pointing to her gigantic belly.

"Yeah, but maybe the cheery vibe in the house will make you and the baby feel better! And for your information, lots of people start getting excited this early!" He told her, sticking his tongue out like a child.

Touka rolled her eyes. "Look, all I'm saying is that normal people don't start this until at least the beginning of December."

"What makes you think I'm not normal?" He ignored the sarcastic look she gave him.

"You want to name our child after your favorite author, Kaneki. You spend more time with your books than with anything or anybody else. I would say that's not exactly normal," she said, daring him to deny it.

". . . Okay well maybe so. But I still don't see what that has to do with Christmas. You can NEVER have too much Christmas!" As if trying to prove his point, he threw a red, white, and green garland around her shoulders.

Touka reached up to remove the itchy strip of plastic, but stopped suddenly. Frozen, she looked at her husband, who was still going on about why you can never have too much Christmas. She carefully lowered her trembling hands to her lap and mustered up the most nonchalant expression she could manage.

"- and all the peppermint flavored things, how can you not love those?" He continued.

Touka took a deep breath. "Kaneki."

"And you can never go wrong with all the awesome food, that's one of the best parts!" He didn't seem to have heard her over his enthusiasm.

"Kane-" She tried again.

"Think about the presents! And all the people we'll get to see. We'll see Ayato, Hinami, Yomo, and lots of others!" He still didn't hear her.

"Kaneki!" This time she tried calling him a little louder and more forcefully.

"And the baby! The baby will come and then we'll be a family!" He was practically jumping for joy.

"KEN!" She yelled, glaring at him. That got his attention; she only uses his first name when she's mad or insanely happy.

"W-What is it, Touka-chan?" He met her eyes warily. 'Crap, I hope I'm not in trouble...'

"You won't get to meet the baby in December," she informed him in a formal tone.

"What?! Is there something wrong with it? With you? Are you okay? You should have said something sooner!" He practically screamed the words out in fear.

"No, we're fine, Kaneki. It's something else..." He looked confused. She held his gaze and continued, "My water just broke."

Kaneki stared at his wife with dumbly, trying to understand exactly what she just said. Realization hit him worse than Touka's punches, and his face paled. He swallowed heavily and uttered the only word that he could form:

"Uh..."

"Jesus, Kaneki, get it together. Now isn't the time to be freaked out," she spoke normally, hoping to calm him down. "Just go pack a bag of stuff I'll need while we're in the hospital."

He didn't move at all, just continued staring at her with his mouth hanging wide open. Touka sighed, 'I knew this would happen...' She shifter her expression from calm to serious, almost angry.

"NOW, Ken! The baby isn't going to wait for you to adjust." She glared at him.

"R-Right! Be right back!" He jumped and ran into their bedroom. He began throwing things into a duffle bag; extra clothes, tooth brush, toothpaste, BOOKS. 'Oh my God, OH MY GOD! It's really happening!' He worked faster than he ever has, finishing in less than 3 minutes. Zipping the bag closed, he sprinted from the bedroom back to the living room.

"Okay, I got the bag! Um, what now?" He really didn't know what to do.

"Honestly, Kaneki... Get the car keys and help me to the car!" He nodded and began searching the room frantically for the missing keys.

Touka sighed and grabbed the keys from their place by the front door, throwing them at his head. 'Jeez, do I have to do everything around here?' She made her way to the car very carefully, already starting to feel the first contractions. Finally seated in the front seat, she glared at her husband as he fumbled with the keys, desperately trying to get the right key in the ignition as fast as possible.

"What are you doing, Kaneki? DRIVE."

*intense groaning noises* I'm not sure I like how this turned out, but I say that about everything I write so... You be the judge.

I'm a sucker for cheesy OTP scenarios, so this was inspired from a post I saw on tumblr. It's also pretty relevant right now anyway; Christmas is EVERYWHERE.

To all of the fantastic, lovely people who gave me a review: I am not ignoring you because I don't respond. Every time I get a new review I go through a cycle: shock, severe denial, super ecstatic, denial again, and smiling like an idiot when I remember in class. So just know that everything y'all say is taken to heart.

Bomberman4242: You're right, he really does sound like Sasaki. I didn't even realize. I guess my Kaneki is like a mix of pre-Aogiri Kaneki and Sasaki? If that makes any sense. Regarding how I write, I pretty much write it all at once. My imagination isn't all that great, so if I don't write it right then, I'll never write it. But, I usually get my friend to look at it before uploading and make whatever changes I deem necessary (that she pointed out). Inconsistency is my middle name.

And, if asked or demanded of, I will follow this up with the baby being born (though I guess that should happen anyway, right?) and maybe a small epilogue-type-thing afterwards? I don't know, I'll figure it out.

So yeah, as always, tell me what you think. If there's anything you think is wrong or if you just want to tell me how much you like a certain part (though I'll never believe you), definitely do that! I will love you forever.

Tschüss!