Izaya and Shizuo were back at Izaya's apartment after a long chat with Saburo and Kadota. For both of them it was very taxing, even more so for Izaya who was carrying the child and all the problems that would occur, basically the whole pregnancy thing, "Some day," Shizuo laughed as he plopped down on the leather couch in the living room that was in a sort of C shape. Izaya joined him, snuggling close into his chest. He nodded his head slowly as a response to his boyfriend.

Izaya inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the smell of Shizuo who was rather silent, "I really need a smoke right now," he dug into his trousers pocket and took out a lighter. He opened the pack and took one out by his teeth and looked to Izaya who was frowning.

"I'll be outside. I'm not going to smoke in your house. Head up to bed and I'll join you soon," Izaya stood up and shuffled up stairs and into his bedroom. Shizuo stood up and headed into the balcony and lit his cigarette. He put the packet and lighter back and took his cigarette out before blowing out the smoke.

He was going to be a father, well unless Izaya decided to put it up for adoption. He inhaled on his cancerous stick once again and leaned against the railing, looking down at the city below. It was quite and it was peaceful. From what he could tell, a mother was pushing a buggy with a child walking behind. He could faintly here it wailing from the streets below.

"It's interesting watching people," a voice from behind spoke. Shizuo felt a body slip under his arms and rest in front of him, his hands against his chest. To everyone elses's disbelief but to the monster of Ikebokuro this was very comfortable and relaxing to be hugging the famous informant of Shinjuku.

"I don't want to smoke on you," Shizuo whispered to Izaya, moving his cigarette from his mouth and in his fingers to tap out some ash before putting it back into his mouth and holding it with his teeth.

"It's fine. I want to be in this position," Izaya insisted with a whispered, nuzzling his head into Shizuo's top to show that he was comfy and he liked the position that they were in.

"The smoke isn't good for the child. Can you wait until I finish before we hug," Shizuo had brought an ash tray from his own home and stubbed out the fire and put the cigarette back in the box, as he only got one puff from it. He turned to Izaya and lifted him up onto the railing and held him close, he wasn't going to push him or do anything crazy, "This is like some crazy trust exercise, hu-," He was caught short with Izaya.

"I don't want it," He interrupted Shizuo with tears in his eyes. "The baby. I don't want it. I'm going to abort it," Izaya cried into Shizuo's top. Shizuo lifted Izaya up and took him inside and onto the couch.

"You can't abort. They don't know the risks," Shizuo hissed back. He didn't want to lose the child. The idea of having a child was amazing, but having a child with someone that he could possibly love and was happy with was even better. He didn't want to lose the baby. He would look after both of them, Izaya and the child.

Izaya shook his head and stood up, "It's my decision. Why on earth would I put my body through that. The naseua, the morning sickness is bad enough. I don't want to go insane with a baby growing inside. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to have sex with you. I didn't want it! I didn't want to lose my virginity that way. Yes I lie about it all the time. But it was something very important to me. I always wanted to give it to the person I love. Believe it or not, I fantasied about it," he cried with tears running down his face as he spoke. He was nearly shouting, his voice going raw.

"It was supposed to be romantic and slow and loving. From what I remember, though it being very little, It was nothing of the sort. There was no passion, no love. It wasn't what I wanted!" He cried even louder.

"Izaya. Your first time led to us being a couple. Would you give me up to get your virginity back, when I may be possibly the love of your life," Shizuo barked back. He felt his rage build up and was taking deep breaths before he throws Izaya and his persuaded baby out the window. The look on Izaya face while he thought out his options got him even more pissed off. "Well? Would you?" He hissed.

"SHUT UP! I don't know! What if you aren't the one. It was a one night stand, they don't suddenly become something special. We have been enemies for so long. By Saburo and everyone else, you shouldn't be at my house. We shouldn't be having discussions about children. I'm a man. I am not supposed to be able to have a child grow inside of me. I'm not supposed to be a mum. I'm supposed to be a DAD. NOT A MUM!" Izaya screamed. A knock at the door startled both of them and Izaya walked over to the door with tears in his eyes.

"Hello," he asked answering the door. A very rich old lady stood in front with a worried expression. She held out a tissue to Izaya and he gingerly took it.

"I heard screaming and I got worried," she spoke softly. Izaya dabbed at his eyes slowly knowing that she wanted him to use it for this very reason.

"That shouldn't be possible," he spoke ever so quietly, his voice sore from the screaming. "My house is a one layer of from being sound proof. You shouldn't be able to hear anything," he whispered.

The old lady stepped in to see Shizuo out in the balcony smoking heavily. She shook her head and looked back to Izaya, "Is he a thug?" She asked kindly. Izaya shook his head.

"He's my boyfriend," he whispered to her. The old lady nodded before taking a seat in the living room and patting the seat next to her for Izaya to join her. The male did so and was instantly brought into her embrace.

"Dear. You'll be okay. Talk to him. Not scream. Talk. It's not good for you to be screaming the house down. Your voice is sore. I don't want to intrude anymore. Stay safe, dear," The woman stood and took her leave.

Izaya pulled out his phone and found Saburo's number but locked his phone before throwing it onto one one of the seats. Izaya sat back in the chair and rubbed his temples slowly. The question Shizuo had asked was too difficult. He didn't know the answer. Everyone wants to know those questions, 'Is he the one?' That question is always being asked.

Shizuo stepped back inside ten minutes later and sat beside Izaya, "I was just trying to coo-," Shizuo was cut off by Izaya who attacked his lips with his own and brought him to lie on top of him. Shizuo refused and pushed Izaya off of him, "I need you to answer me. Do you see this relationship going somewhere?" Izaya shrugged.

"Shizuo...don't start. I don't know that. You are the first one to enter my life and make me feel special. I don't know anything about love. You know what...let's just call this off, you're not interested in me anyway. I'll abort the child and we'll go on like this never existed," Shizuo punched Izaya hard in the face.

"NOT INTERESTED! I wouldn't waste a whole month waiting for someone I didn't care about to wake up. I wouldn't miss work for so long to just sit and wat-," Shizuo trailed off when he saw blood running down Izaya's mouth. His eye was suddenly swollen and he had a cut on lip as he drooled out blood.

"I'm going to ask this once...get out of here," Izaya stood up slowly and walked over to the door and held it open for him. Shizuo nodded and walked to the door but kissed Izaya on the lips while rubbing the side of his swollen cheek.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you,"

"You wouldn't waste a month waiting for someone to wake up only to hurt them with your own bare hands. Just leave...so I can go cry," Shizuo wrapped his arms around Izaya's waist and brought him in close to his body. "We'll talk tomorrow. Just get some rest. We've had a long day," Izaya weeped. Shizuo nodded and walked out the door and into the pouring streets of Shinjuku.

Shizuo passed a small toy shop that was still open, but what caught his eye was a small brown teddy bear sitting on the self. For some reason, he just had to get it. He walked into the store and was surprised that the worker recognised him.

"What would you like, Mr Heiwajima?" She asked nervously. Shizuo was the only one in the small store. He reached for the brown soft bear and walked over to the till and handed it over to her.

"This guy," he spoke confidently. It was the first gift, he would have gotten for his soon to be child.

"You know those are for kids right?" She asked nervously, eyeing him curiously.

"It's not for me. A friend of mine is having a child and she likes these things," which was a lie. He didn't know if Izaya was into cuddly animals. He barely knew anything about him at all. The cashier scanned him and put him in a bag. Shizuo handed over the money and headed back into the rain.

It was late at night and very few were out strolling, apart from a male selling roses and was delivering them to the person's home. Shizuo rushed to the stand and picked up a few roses without thorns, "Could you deliver these like now?" He asked as he went to pay for them.

"Sure " the male cheerfully took the roses and put them in a box on his bike.

"Could you also deliver this for me," and Shizuo handed over the bear he had just bought. The male nodded and put the bag beside the flowers and Shizuo wrote a message to Izaya, 'I really like you,' The delivery boy took the small card and cycled away.

Shizuo was at his home, sitting in his small bedroom with his hair dripping from the rain. He was in jogger bottoms and a white top with a towel draped around his neck as he though over everything that day. He might have a child. He might be having a small baby in 8 months. By october he may be a dad. He might be holding a small child in his arms. The idea put a smile on the blondes face.

Shizuo felt his phone buzz beside him. He reached down to read the text from Izaya. He was cuddling the bear, like he needed comfort and the roses were behind in a glass vase, from the picture he was still in the living room and their was now, dark purple and yellow bruises on right side of his face. Shizuo bit his lip feeling so guilty for hitting him. He really didn't mean to. He just couldn't deal with Izay trying to break up with him anytime they got into an arguement or he got scared. His first just moved on it's own.

Shizuo read the message that was under the picture, "I'm scared," Shizuo smiled at his words and replied back quickly before getting up and getting his jacket and shoes on.

"Me too,"

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