"Another!"

The third in command looked over his glasses at the bowl being pushed towards him. When he didn't pick it up, the other pressed it harder against his resting arm. When the nudging became too much he snatched the bowl away and snapped. "This would be your fourth one."

He was beginning to think putting a fridge and rice cooker in the room was a bad idea.

Though he was glad that over the past two weeks Misaki's appetite had finally returned there were a couple moments where the other overate and ended up in front of the toilet a few minutes after the meal. With his morning sickness still lingering he wanted to avoid the other throwing valuable nutrients away by being an idiot.

Yata stared at him and pushed the bowl closer to the other. "Just keep your mouth shut and fill the bowl."

Instead of answering Fushimi instead picked up the rice cooker and showed the bare container to the other. "There's no more."

Yata only gave the empty rice cooker a glance before ordering. "Then make some more."

Misaki had just eaten three bowls of rice, along with several pieces of meat. If he made more rice there was no doubt the idiot would eat the entire serving and throw it up. But he knew Misaki hated to be told that he was overeating, so instead he said. "Why the hell would I make more when one person wants just one bowl?"

The chestnut haired male scowled and slammed his fist against the table. "Cause stupid monkey, now I want five more. So shut the fuck up and make another batch."

Fushimi glared at the other as he moved towards the rice cooker. He saw the other smile as he mistook his actions as going to prepare more rice. But instead he pulled on the plug out of the socket. "You're going to have nightmares with the way you're eating."

"You sound like an old man saying warnings like that." Yata muttered while giving him a dark glare.

"Be quiet." Getting up he made sure to flick at Misaki's forehead before grabbing the rice cooker. He was on his way to the kitchen to drop off the cooker when a hand grabbed his ankle. Looking down in annoyance at the owner of the hand he waited for the other to explain his actions.

"Leave it, I don't want to go to the kitchen in the morning."

"What the hell are you talking about? I always get the food."

Yata rolled his eyes at the answer and made his way to the bed. Falling lazily onto it he buried himself into the pillows. Mumblings and curses could be heard and to the third in command it was a cute image.

Not one to stay away from a cute Misaki, he too went on the bed and wrapped his arms around the warm body. His hands started at Misaki's chest but soon slid to rest on his stomach. Knowing that their child was slowly growing there made his lips spread into a smile. The time spent there laying there with Misaki in his arms was a time he wished he could stay forever in.

But time always pressed forward.

Pressing his forehead against the back of Misaki's head, he regrettably informed. "I have a night shift."

Yata scoffed and tried to get out of the hold. When Saru's hold tightened he cursed but grumbled out. "Want me to wait up?"

"No go to sleep. You're not cute when you're tired."

"Fuck you.

They stayed laying there until Saru knew he was already going to be late for his shift. Clicking his tongue in annoyance he painstakingly released Misaki.

When the idiot left the room, Yata waited even longer. When he was sure the other wasn't going to come back he rushed to the rice cooker. Plugging it in, he went to his hidden stash of food and brought out the rice.

~UWB~

He woke with a gasp and sheets tangled around his legs. His breathing was quick and his hands shook as they grabbed at this chest. His heartbeat was fast and exhaustion hit him as if he skated through the entire city.

Combing his fingers through his hair, he released a slow breath. Controlling his breathing now, he thought about the nightmare that just plagued him. He hadn't dreamt of that since he first joined Homra. Why the hell was he thinking about it now? That nightmare was no longer a reality, so why was it still residing in the corners of his mind.

Glancing at the clock he cringed when he saw it three in the morning. Turning to look at his side he saw Saru sleeping at his side. He was taken aback that the other didn't wake by his loud wakening. But looking at his partner, he saw how exhausted the other look.

Grabbing the blankets he pulled it back so it covered both of them. Laying closer to Saru he rested his head on the other's chest. The stupid monkey's warning came to his mind and with a grimace he kicked Saru lightly in the thigh and mumbled. "Stupid monkey."

~UWB~

The first day of the weekend found the two of them lounging on the bed. Misaki was lying on his back while Saru sat up watching the other.

They had just finished their weekly checkup with and now silence reined between them. The checkup was different from the others as the doctor had gone over what the plan would consist of when the time came for the baby to be delivered.

An ultrasound assured them that all was well and the heartbeat was going strong. Saru however was more focused on the physical changes. "Hurry up and get a big stomach already." Saru demanded.

"You dumbass, how am I going to be big. It's as big as a fig right now. It's going to fucking suck when it's really big."

He didn't fail to notice the smile that came on Saru's face. He tried to sock the other but when Saru didn't react, he sighed. Looking up at Saru he whispered with slight fear. "We're going to be good parents right? The kid is going to be okay?"

Saru scoffed at the question and replied. "I know I am. Can't say the same for you." He avoided the fist that was aimed for his thigh and listened to the curses Misaki muttered. He realized that Misaki was actually serious about the question. Consoling him, he brushed his hand through the other's hair. "Don't be an idiot by worrying about that. You're going to be fine. Besides the strain gave you a sufficient placenta nad-"

Yata interrupted Saru by throwing a pillow in his face and yelled at him with a red face. "STOP TALKING STOP TALKING!"

"Why are you embarrassed of that?" Saru questioned in bewilderment.

Ever since the last appointment, where Dr. Mika told them in explicit details the changes that happened to Misaki's body ,including several additions to his body, Yata had refused to talk about it. It was a forbidden subject

"This never leaves this room." Yata growled out before he buried himself in the pillows.

~UWB~

Waking up to someone pressing their mouth against his neck was becoming routine over the following weeks. It was also becoming annoying very fast. He shifted to his side away from the other and for a moment it seemed like the attempts stopped. Until a hand reached down for his boxers.

Getting up and clearly avoiding the hand, he made his way to the restroom and muttered. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll join you." Yata yawned while stretching on the bed. Before he could even get up, he was stilled by Saru telling him in a stern voice. "No."

"Let me be fucking conservative you stupid monkey." He replied back with a frown on his face. Saru shot him back a frown and repeated himself. "No."

Yata ignored him and walked towards the restroom, but before he could go inside, the door slammed close in front of him. He tried to turn the knob but it was to no avail. He slammed his fists onto the locked door and shouted angrily. "You're such a stupid asshole."

He felt rejected and didn't think this moment would ever come. Saru just said no to him for sex. The roles were reversed, and he fucking hated it. His skin felt like it was too tight and all he wanted was some time where his thoughts weren't clouded with this pregnancy and all the changes that were happening to his body.

Feeling rejected he returned to the bed, and cursed at himself as his lip started to tremble. Lately his emotions were getting more random. He'd always had a horrible temper but now it seemed to follow with feelings of sadness and uncertainty. He blamed it on what was going on. As if he couldn't hate this place any more.

When Saru exited the bathroom, he was greeted to the sight of Yata hidden underneath the sheets. With the silent room, Saru was able to hear the quiet sobs that were coming from the bed. Sighing as guilt overcame him, he called out to the distressed male. "Misaki. Why are you crying?"

had warned him about how foreign hormones could affect Misaki, but seeing it firsthand was totally different. He didn't want his Misaki to be upset. It was a terrible sight, and to know he was the cause of it, made him feel terrible.

But he didn't expect how terrible he would feel when Misaki told him why he was upset. "I don't feel good and I don't feel comfortable at all and all I want is you and you're being such an asshole!" He turned to face him revealing his tear streaked face.

Upon seeing the tears, Saru walked over to the shorter male. He sighed at how abnormal this situation was. Sitting down on the bed, he cupped his face. Pressing his lips against his Misaki's mouth, he kissed him and hoped that would settle his woes. But by the way Misaki pushed his lips harshly against his, and slipped his tongue into his mouth, Saru realized he was gravely mistaken.

They kissed for a couple minutes, but Saru could tell the foreplay was beginning to bore Misaki. It wasn't even him that stopped the kiss, but rather Misaki who pushed his hands away from his face while kicking off his pajama pants.

Before he knew what was going on, a bottle of lube was tossed to him, while the skateboarder took off his shirt, so he was in the nude. He caught the glance that was given to his towel, but he didn't want to take it off. At least not right now.

He covered his fingers with the lube, quite a lot, and hesitantly looked at Misaki. The redhead was already laying himself back on the bed, and Saru couldn't help but stare at the stomach bulge that was starting to show. His focus on it was broken when Yata moaned his name.

Though the action would have made him attack the other and taken him greedily, it now did nothing to him now. But he still seated himself between Misaki's spread legs, and began prepping Misaki to take him. He took much longer than he usually did, and was gentler than ever before. His slowness was not appreciated by the other as Saru could almost feel the anger begin to radiate off him.

"Hurry up!" Yata commanded between pants, while pushing himself down on the fingers.

When Saru was three fingers in and took as much time as he could, he saw that he couldn't prolong the sex any longer. Taking the lube, he removed the towel. He coated his half hard member and tried to get it fully erect. Closing his eyes, he pictured Misaki beneath him, panting and screaming his name.

With relief he felt his dick finally begin to harden. Wanting to get this over with as fast as possible he positioned himself back between Misaki's legs. Hands holding his hips, he carefully began to push himself inside his Misaki.

The room was filled with nothing but pants and moans from both of them. Misaki had his thrown back, hands fisting the sheets, but a small smile on his face while his eyes stared at the ceiling. When Saru was fully in, he stilled so Misaki could adjust and any threat of tearing would be avoided.

When a knee nudged his ribs, Saru got the message to start moving. He started at a gentle pace and hoped that Misaki could get off fast. But judging by the glare he was receiving from the skater, he could tell things were about to go sour very fast.

"You're joking." Yata said as he looked at Saru dead in the eye. When he tried to go a little bit faster, he heard a scoff followed by the taunt from the skater. "Afraid to break your hip old man."

"Shut up Misaki. You're ruining the mood." He growled out as he gripped his hips harder,

"There's no fucking mood to kill." Yata growled back. When the pace remained the same, he grabbed Saru's attention by yelling at him. "Does it look like I'm feeling good?"

Now angry, Saru removed himself from him and yelled in frustration. "I don't want to hurt the baby!"

The explanation didn't soothe Misaki as Saru hoped it would. It actually made him furious. "You stupid monkey! Get it through your head that your dick is average on a good day. So there's no fucking way you're going to hurt the kid!"

Before Saru could defend himself, Yata pushed himself up and walked to the bathroom. "Fuck this. I'm taking a shower and you better not be here when I get out you stupid monkey." Slamming the bathroom door, while Saru cursed and punched the wall in frustration.

Grabbing some clothes he quickly dressed and left the room before Misaki could come out of the restroom. He knew he what he needed to do to help Misaki, but he hated it. Already his tongue was clicking as he brought out his cellphone.

I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this story, and that this update is so short. My life has been pretty hectic and I'm really sorry that I didnt leave a note or something. This wasnt the original chapter I wanted up, but due to editing and time reasons I cut it in half. I will put the second half up soon. God I'm sorry that I left this story untouched for months. I feel like shit.

All I can say is I'm really sorry. I have Winter break coming up and I'm really hoping I can pump out a lot of chapters and also write the story so I can just upload it.

. There were a lot of questions this chapter, and in the second chapter there will be answers :) Thanks for reading this chapter and if you can please review. That would be really appreciated.