Sacrifices Made For Love
By,
Rune Wolfe
Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou. Darn it, another short chapter… I guess I have to make the next one really long.
Chapter 2: Unexpected Answers
Wolfram fidgeted restlessly in the big gold armchair. Normally sitting for a portrait was easy for him, but for some reason the small life inside of him changed everything. There were times when it made him angry, made him sad, and at that moment it made him want to jump up and frolic in the meadow. How shameful, he thought, picturing himself skipping through yellow wildflowers. He was almost certain that this child wanted desperately to erase every last ounce of dignity Wolfram had left.
"Your majesty," the painter groaned, "please don't bite your lip!"
"I'm doing the best I can!" Wolfram snapped, immediately regretting it and becoming very distraught, "I'm sorry, I'm not quite myself today. Please continue"
A worried Yuuri looked on from behind the artist, "Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I can get you?"
"I certainly don't need help from a wimp. I'm better off doing this myself." The blonde man began to pout, an angry glare in his eyes. His husband backed off, slumping back into a chair and resting his forehead in the palm of his hand. This pregnancy was definitely more than he had bargained for.
He laughed remembering his initial response when Wolfram told him. He had practically fainted; in fact he would have if Wolfram hadn't been holding onto him so tightly. As for what he had been thinking at the time, Yuuri honestly couldn't remember. He just remembered how much love he had felt….
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"Yuuri, do you want this baby?" Wolfram's emerald eyes watched him carefully. Yuuri could see it, how scared he was. Hell, he was scared too, terrified even, but at the same time he was overjoyed.
"I do, Wolf." He murmured, pulling his husband into a warm hug, why shouldn't they have this baby? Besides, it was a life that they had created with one another. It was irreplaceable.
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Just then a clatter yanked Yuuri from his reminiscing. His eyes darting up from the floor he caught sight of Wolfram kicking over the stool and darting towards the door. "Wolf, where are you goi-,"
"Don't follow me, hennachoko!" Wolfram screamed as he bounded down the hall. Dammit, he thought, this is getting out of control. Happy, sad, angry; pick one will you? It was just as he started down the stairs that he heard Yuuri's distant response of, "don't call me a wimp!"
Having been abandoned with the artist in the sitting room, Yuuri turned to the man, smiling apologetically, "I promise he's not always like this…," he paused thinking back for a moment, actually this is pretty normal. Yet he restrained from saying so. "Would it be possible for you to come back tomorrow?"
"Umm…. O-of course your ma-majesty. Same time then?"
"Yes, thank."
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Wolfram lay on his back on their bed, wondering if he could take much more of this. It had been 5 months so far, and he had 4 more to go…
"Dammit, Wolfram," he muttered to himself, "stop being so weak. It's a baby; you should be able to handle it."
But the truth was he couldn't. This was breaking him, and his own pride prevented him from asking anyone for help. He needed a plan; a way to get advice without anyone else thinking that he was weak.
Sitting up and looking around, he caught sight of his mother's wedding gift to them, a beautiful music box with Wolfram and Yuuri hand painted on the lid. That was it! He would go to his mother! She had lots of experience with these things. Plus, everyone would think he was just going for a visit, and no one, especially not Yuuri, would ever doubt him.
Just then there was a timid knocking at the door, "Wolf, are you in there?" Yuuri's voice was soft and laced with concern. "Please come out, you have to eat something…." Wolfram smiled, the boy always thought of others before himself, and he wondered just how long Yuuri had been waiting there.
"Alright, Yuuri, I'll be down in a minute."