Sacrifices Made For Love

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: I'm sorry that this is sort of a serious chapter, don't worry, it won't become a depressing story or anything. Wolfram mood swings will prevail, I promise.

Chapter 4: What To Say

Wolfram nearly jumped out of his seat. Since when had he become unable to sense people coming into the room? He cursed under his breath, searching for something to say. Conrad just watched him anxiously. "I need to tell you…," then it came to him, "I need to tell you that I am going to visit my mother."

"Really," Yuuri looked surprised, "that's wonderful, Wolf, you two don't talk enough."

Conrad mumbled something inaudible which Wolfram chose to ignore. "I thought she might like to see me before the baby was born, and besides, I need some time away from the castle. But don't you get any ideas, cheater; you're still a terrible flirt."

Yuuri frowned innocently. "We've been married 3 years and you still don't trust me?"

"You may be a wimp, Yuuri, but you're a good looking wimp, and the king. The situation is just too tempting for a man. If you weren't needed here I would take you with me, but what can I do?" The queen smirked secretly proud of himself.

Just then Conrad joined in, "Well, Wolfram, I'm sure we'll be fine without his majesty for a couple days… why don't you take him with you?"

The blonde shot his brother a threatening glare. Did Conrad hold a grudge against him or something? But, he could see that he was defeated, "Alright, hennachoko, why don't you come with me?"

Yuuri smiled and nodded hardly getting a chance to agree before Gunter barged in and dragged him off down the hallway for studies.

"What do you think you're doing, Weller!"

Conrad just stood calmly, "You need to tell him, Wolfram."

"I know already! It's just too soon…,"

"I believe it's too late." With that the older brother left the room, leaving Wolfram to drown in his own guilt.

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Yuuri glanced up from his packing at his husband who stood rigidly beside the door. Wolfram's eyes seemed cold as they looked over Yuuri at something in the distance. The young king had checked many times, only to find that Wolfram was looking at nothing in particular.

"Wolf"

Silence

"Wolfram…."

"Yes?"

Yuuri got up from his knees slowly, "is something wrong."

"It's none of your business, hennachoko. I'm just tired," Wolfram snapped, still upset that his plan had been foiled by his own brother. Now he would have to tell Yuuri, Conrad had made sure of that.

"Yes it is my business! You're tired because you're carrying my baby. I'd say that would make it my business, Wolfram."

His husband was dumbfounded. The harsh urgency in Yuuri's voice surprised him; it was rare that the king ever scolded him.

"Please stop pushing me away, Wolf. It's not weak to ask for help."

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Due to Wolfram's inability to mount a horse they decided to take a carriage to Spitzweg. The ride was generally short, through beautiful forests and meadows; even so the blonde's patience was impossibly thin. He twisted and turned trying to get comfortable, but to no avail, every little thing seemed to bother him. Yuuri sighed and rubbed his thigh apologetically.

"We're almost there, Wolf."

"Be quiet, wimp. It's hot in here," he muttered, loosening his collar. The child was at it again, yet this time seemingly lighting a fire within his stomach.

Yuuri went silent, but his hand remained on his husband's leg, as if to assure himself that he was still there. He knew Wolfram was there…but something inside of him signaled that his husband was drifting away.

"Wolfram…"

"Quiet."

Just then the sound of horse's hooves on cobblestone reached their ears, they had arrived. Wolfram leaned in close to the window, taking in the familiar sight of his mother's golden castle. It was like something out of a fairytale, with brilliant colors and tall towers. A half-hearted smile dawned upon his lips as he recalled his bittersweet childhood here.

"Wolf!" They could hear the familiar high pitched voice calling to them as the carriage drew to a halt. Wolfram's feet had barely made contact with the ground when a large chested blonde woman tackled him.

"Hahaue, please, the baby…," her son grumbled as he pulled his face out of her breasts, he couldn't wait until he was tall enough to avoid having his face land there. Lady Cheri mirrored 'the Wolfram pout' and then set her sights on the young Maou who was face-planted into the same region as his husband.

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Yuuri smiled as he looked through Wolfram's old room. He had been up there for almost an hour, looking at all the little stuffed animals and a toy wooden sword that was worn and losing its paint. He could imagine the small blonde boy running around outside flailing it high above his head as he dreamed of being a knight.

Soon he would have a child….other than Greta that is. But she was getting older and less interested with being around her fathers.

Yuuri shook his head, it was crazy to think that he, being only 21, would soon have 2 children.

A soft knock grabbed his attention. "Yuu-chan," Cheri whispered, less bouncily than usual, "Wolfram wants you."