TWO

"Oh for heaven's sake Kaho! You don't need only one pram!" Miranda, a very close friend of mine from work said over my mobile. "I don't?" I ask. I was on the passenger seat with Len right next to me driving to a baby store that sells prams. Miranda Millington and I met when Len and I were engaged. Before he and I got married, she and I became very close along at work along with two other girls, Kathy Lowell and Jeanne Posey, all co-workers.

Miranda is married with two children and has blonde hair and green eyes. She and I are really good friends and she helped me get by living in London, besides Len. She loved Len's music and apparently was a very BIG fan "until I met him" as she would say. She liked the music but of course its hands off since we're married.

Kathy is a single working girl and has a lot of suitors but she isn't interested in men yet. She wants to build a career. She has auburn hair and blue eyes and she's a very determined person. She's also a big fan of Len's music. Jeanne is soft spoken. She has dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She is engaged to a man named Frank Waller and they're also fans of Len. Their wedding is supposed to be January and its August now so preparations are on the way.

All these girls are from very rich families and we often "have tea" together and dress up in Sunday dresses and go around each others houses and of course, go shopping. We're like a miniature "Sex and the City" kind of thing... the American show.

"Think practical. One pram for shopping, one for jogging... those kinds of things! There's one for mountaineering!" Miranda blurts out. "Mountaineering?!" I say loudly. Len looks at me with a little frown. "I don't go mountaineering Miranda. Look, Len and I can decide when we get there ok? Five prams can be a bit too much." I said. "Ok darling, but knowing you, you'll get five prams. I'll see you at your house later!" she said and I bid her goodbye.

Len stops at a traffic light. "Mountaineering and five prams. Sounds a lot like Miranda to me." He says so monotonously that I giggle. "What?" Len asked, looking over to me. His right hand dangled from the top of the steering wheel and his left was fiddling on the GPS to check directions. I look to my right, "She said I needed one for shopping, one for jogging..." "We'll see Kaho, ok?" he said and drove across the intersection.

"Welcome to Pram City Mr. and Mrs. Tsukimori, I'm Alan, may I assist you on your pram search?" a man in a uniform greeted us the moment we entered the store. I look around and I see a lot of pregnant couples like us as well, one couple already had a little girl with them and I smiled. I wanted a house full of children.

"First time parents?" Alan asked us with a bright smile. "Yes. Could you please assist us on selecting the perfect pram for our child?" Len says and I look at them, nodding. "Certainly Mr. Tsukimori. Boy or girl?" the man asks.

We don't know the gender of our baby. Not yet anyway...

"Uh, we haven't found out yet so would it be alright if we get something unisex in the meantime?" I say and the man nods and starts guiding us through the store. It was a huge place, just full of prams. People were everywhere looking and laughing. There were prams that folded, one that turns into a dining chair, everything! It was amazing! Now I know what Miranda meant when she said I couldn't only buy one pram... five, I'm not so sure... maybe?

"By the way Mr. Tsukimori, I love your music. Your solo Mozart pieces are splendid!" Alan says, distracting me from my thoughts about getting five prams. I was clutching Len's arm and I looked up at him. I saw him give a tiny smile, "Thank you very much." He said and I saw that it was sincere but monotonous.

"So, here's a state of the art pram. It folds into a car seat, has a cup holder and places for shopping bags. Here let me show you." Alan then took it out and I looked at it was Len who went near it and he and Alan started talking. It was a pretty good pram. It was colored beige but I thought that maybe we could have it colored when we find out what gender our baby has. I saw Alan fold it into a car seat and Len watched closely, his arms crossed. He seemed to like it. Alan assembled it again and Len started to push it back and forth, still talking to Alan.

A few moments after explaining to me how the pram is, Len asks for more prams available that we can look at.

Lunchtime.

Its lunchtime and I'm craving for steak. Who eats steak at lunch? Usually steak is served at dinner right? I am so weird. My cravings are so weird.

Len and I went to a restaurant nearby and the first thing he did was look for steak on the menu. After ordering, he takes out his PDA and stylus and pokes at it again. I observe him awhile as I take a sip from my glass of water.

"So Len, did you have any prams in mind already? We've seen exactly five and they all seem pretty useful. I guess Miranda was right in saying—" "Kaho, sorry, can you please not talk first? I have to take care of something." He says and starts to put the PDA against his ear, about to make a call. Yes, his PDA is both a PDA and a phone... pretty handy for someone like him.

I winced. He just told me to shut up.

I watch him, trying to see if my expression (I don't know how I looked like but I knew I looked sad) got to him. "Yes, Carla? What happened? I'm sorry I just got your message, I was with my wife looking for prams..." and he leaves the table and walks a bit of a distance away from me and I heard him mutter something about "bullshit".

I felt so defeated and unwanted and for a slight moment there, I felt jealous of Carla, one of his assistants in the office. I wanted to take the phone and hang up and tell Len how insensitive his words were awhile ago. But I didn't.

The orders come and I look over to Len who's still talking on the phone, looking quite a bit worked up now since he had one hand on his hip and he just unbuttoned his cream blazer. His dark gray collared shirt inside had its top two buttons open already. He must've loosened it. Len was wearing slightly darker gray trousers and a dark brown belt with dark brown leather shoes. He always dressed formally but not too overdressed either.

I was wearing a white tube dress that had a garter design around the breasts and it was flowy and reached all the way down to just below my knees (I got from D&G). I had a small light pink cropped cardigan (St. Michaels) on and white Greek sandals (Prada). I get my Marc Jacobs cream bag and take out my own mobile since it started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Sweetie, you bought a pram already?" Miranda's cheery voice came. "I'm in a French restaurant now with Jeanne, are you still out?" I nodded, "Eating lunch with Len." I say rather sadly. I guess Miranda could tell... "Are you alright? What happened? Bought only one pram? Did the famous Mr. Tsukimori not allow at least five?" she asked, trying to cheer me up. "No, it's nothing. It's no big deal. Len is just probably having a little problem at work or something—" "Oh... I see, I get it. Well, you know your husband; he's always very serious about EVERYTHING." Miranda giggles.

"Yeah, I guess so... he doesn't even smile after a performance. It takes a lot for him to smile." I say, feeling a bit better. "Well, I'm sure that you made him smile while having that baby in you conceived." I can almost imagine Miranda winking. I blush and I hear Jeanne say "Miranda!" in the background. "But then again, he's been smiling a lot anyway. He got a bit more loose." I said and Miranda agreed. "Anyway, what time for tea at your house later?" she asks as I hear giggling from Jeanne. I start to giggle too, "Around four, I guess. We'll still get a pram and we'll have to relax a bit first before I can have tea prepared. That alright?" "That's perfect Kaho, we'll see you later, and Kathy will follow. See you later!"

"Bye." I say and I looked over to Len who looks like he was about to end his call, his hand still on his hip and he was leaning on one foot. I suddenly remembered what Miranda said about me and Len having sex and I blushed. The only reason why she'd joke about that is because they think it was a honeymoon baby.

But he did look extremely hot since he buffed up a bit looking more like a hot husband (and soon to be daddy) than a normal "college boy body" as Kathy called it (how he looked like when he and I were in Seiso).

He is hot.

I snap back to reality the moment I saw him remove the PDA from his ear and press a button. He looked to a distance and sighed, running his fingers through his hair (of course he's frustrated) and walked towards me, pocketing his PDA.

I watch him carefully until he looked straight at me. "Not hungry yet?" he asked me. I blinked and then felt my cheeks heat up. "Sorry I was just... I didn't know what to say... I mean..." Len takes my hand and kisses it, "I saw chocolate raisins in a nearby stand. You want some? Or maybe Mars Bars?" he asks and I smile. "Sorry about awhile ago, sweetheart. I just heard that someone took my business proposal and lost it."

I looked at him. Forget the steak!

"The business proposal you worked hard for the past two weeks? But isn't it important? Aren't you going to present that in New York in three weeks?" I ask nervously. Len nodded. "It's alright. I have back up files of my business proposal. It's just that, no one knows who took it and I just asked all my assistants about it and... Anyway, let's eat. We have to be home before four for your tea with the ladies right?"

I nod and we start to eat. What was that about? I feel like Len isn't telling me something...

I enter the master bedroom and put my bag on my dresser and sit on the chair in front of my mirror. I remove my hair from my ponytail and sigh. Len is outside in the car talking on the phone again. I want to know what's going on but I didn't bother. He will tell me when he knows I have to know. I don't want to add to the problems. And for the record, no pram yet since he agreed on finding out the gender first. Miranda will be devastated.

I remove my cardigan and place it near the brushes. I take one and start brushing my long red hair. I stare blankly at the mirror while I brush my hair. My eyes suddenly look to my left finger and I see my wedding ring. The big 24 karat diamond stared back at me. I smiled. I'm going to be a mother in about three months. Estimated date late November. I can't wait.

I put the brush down and rest both my hands on my tummy. I smile and look at myself in the mirror. "I love you my baby... mommy can't wait to see you." I say and then close my eyes. "I love you so much. I know you'll be a beautiful baby."

I felt two strong arms wrap around my tummy from behind me and I jump. "And daddy can't wait too." Len's deep voice came. I smile and he was smiling. He looked better. I think he does anyway. He planted a small kiss on my cheek and since he was bending over, I stood up so he can hug me properly.

We look at each other in the mirror, him hugging me from behind.

"I'm nervous you know... and excited... I can't wait to be a mother. I don't even know if I know what to do... being a mother." Len smiled and cradled me. "Kahoko, you'll be a fantastic mother. Our baby will love you." He said and rests his hands on my hips, "Want anything? I'll just take a shower." I smile, "You can go ahead, I'll just lie down." Len nodded and went to his closet and took out a white collared shirt, a light blue sweater and khaki pants. "This fashionable enough for your friends?" he asks, showing it to me.

I giggle. "I'm sure it'll pass." I said and lie down on the bed. Len put his clothes on the couch in front of the television. He then crawled beside me and kissed me on the lips. "If you weren't pregnant, I'd have sex with you now. You look so beautiful..." he said, nuzzling my neck. I was starting to think his problem at work is settled now and I hold his hand.

"You go ahead and shower Len, I'll just rest." I said and giggled. Len kissed me on the forehead, "Fine." He said and stood up to go to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I was wearing white pants and a flowy, elbow length bell sleeved pink chiffon top with a white spaghetti strapped top under. My bump was really showing in this outfit and I gave myself a little giggle. My hair was down (I fixed my hair to have a wavy curl) and I had white low pumps on my feet. I put on my perfume and fluff my hair a bit.

Ok so I wasn't wearing a "Sunday dress" but it's all good.

"Sweetheart, they're here!" Len's voice came and I dabbed on a little bit of my Mac lip gloss and fluffed my hair, feeling the silver bangles on my right hand juggle a bit. "Coming!" I said and left my room.

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