Sacrifices Made For Love

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: Thank you for your reviews, I appreciate it. I'm sorry I take so long to post chapters, lately I've been concentrating on Someday Out of the Blue. Please don't think that I am making Wolfram a terrible person, if that's the feeling this story is giving you I'm sorry. I adore Wolfram and he's not supposed to be bad at all, he just got himself into a bad situation (not that that's unusual for him.)

Chapter 6: Lost Words

The next morning Yuuri sat in a chair beside the window, pretending to read but truly watching his husband sleep. He laughed at the way Wolfram had curled himself around the fluffy pillow, holding it in a vice grip as he softly mumbled things of no significance in his sleep.

Yuuri thought back over the past few months and realized what he had achieved. He had learned not to mention the added weight to his husband's girth, to be careful when speaking to Wolfram, and how to dodge flying pots and pans aimed at his head. Pregnancy was most definitely a battlefield, a battlefield filled with landmines being rained on by atomic bombs. But at the end Yuuri could see a beautiful light, one that he just had to keep marching towards.

Just then Wolfram's leg kicked out as he slept, Yuuri tried his best to stifle a chuckle, not wanting to wake him up just yet. A pregnant man needed his sleep, no matter how weird that sounded. But… just as the blonde had settled comfortably one more, Cheri burst through the door in her usual bouncy manor. "WOLF! WOLF! Are you awake yet?"

The queen eyed his mother coldly, still on the brink of slumber. Yuuri smiled at the way he swayed slightly, trying unsuccessfully to stay awake. His mother ignored his difficulties and continued, "Wolf, wake up! It's not good for one's complexion to oversleep…." Wolfram nearly fainted at the idiocy of this situation. He had been awoken for the sake of his…complexion. His mother just stared at him; to her it was a reasonable fear. She then diverted her attention to her son-in-law. "Yuuri, would you like to come help me find fabric for the baby's clothes?"

"No thank you, Cheri," the king grinned, "I think I'd better watch out for this one…" The ex-queen mirrored her son's pout. Yuuri just gave her an apologetic look, "my wife comes first." By the sight of Wolfram's unruly sleep tousled hair, Yuuri was certain that this was the right decision.

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Wolfram poked at the eggs on his plate. Oddly he didn't feel hungry today. Something was nagging at the back of his mind; he had yet to tell Yuuri about what he had done with the Maou.

He stole a glance at his husband who was contentedly sipping coffee. How could he tell him? How could he break Yuuri's spirit like that? But he should know… no, he had to know. There was no getting around it, it was now or never. Dropping his fork onto the table he claimed the king's attention. "Yuuri, there's something I need to tell you…"

The white rim of the coffee cup descended from Yuuri's lips where it then met with the saucer. He was listening.

Remembering Yuuri's devotion to him, Wolfram's emerald eyes fell to the white table cloth from guilt. This would be the hardest thing he'd ever have to do. "I…before we were married….I…," he drew in a quivering breath, trying to find a way to explain, but there wasn't, "IsleptwiththeMaou." He managed to say it as fast as humanly possible, so much so that it was almost untranslatable

Yuuri's responding silence broke the queen more than anything his husband could have said. When he tried to speak further, the king's hand rose, signaling that he did not want to hear anything more. What more was there to say? One sentence was all it took. Standing from his chair, Yuuri buried his hands into his pockets, watching Wolfram with an unreadable expression. As he put two and two together he spoke emotionlessly, "So the baby…."

"I don't know."

Yuuri nodded distantly, his eyes looking past Wolfram to the wall. In his mind he could remember his joy the day his wife announced that they would have a baby. The bliss that followed, and the love that had overflowed in his heart. Within a moment he fell back into his chair, the oncoming tears he had tried to fight back overtaking him. A broken "why" was all he could say.

The blonde reached a hand over and softly stroked the man's shoulder, but Yuuri jerked away from his touched. Wolfram was the last person he wanted to comfort him at that moment. In an instant his dream of a family had been shattered. Burying his face in his hands he murmured between sobs, "please go away."

Knowing not what else to do, Wolfram obeyed.

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When Conrad, back at Covenant Castle, received news that Wolfram had admitted to sleeping with the Maou, he sighed. This was what he had wanted, but what he had not thoroughly considered was Yuuri's reaction. He knew that the boy's initial reaction would be hurt, shock, maybe even rage, but according to the messenger, Yuuri had locked himself in his room for three days, refusing to eat or drink.

As expected Wolfram in no better shape. He spent the day waiting outside Yuuri's door and praying for some sign of hope. He didn't go so far as to ask forgiveness, but in this situation his husband's health was in danger. To be locked in a room while suffering from great emotional pain was never safe.

But no thing came. No blood poured from underneath he doorway, no screams could be heard from within. In fact, the only sound was that of Yuuri's soft footsteps padding back and forth across the hardwood floor.