Sorry this took so long but most of it was written in the middle of a very bad mood that still continues… You know… when reality is just as good as your dreams and then suddenly a single call turns reality into a nightmare…

Anyway….

Enough angsty ranting…

Cookies if you catch the movie reference!

A month later, the door to Matt and Mello's small apartment opened.

Mello walked in draining the remainder of a carton of chocolate milk and then threw the empty container at Matt who grunted, putting his arm up to block the carton. Mello slammed the door with his foot and heads for the bathroom mumbling profanities. "Mell?" asked Matt rolling his head back and quirking an eyebrow.

"What?" came the rough answer the bathroom door slamming.

"You okay?"

"I'm fucking fine. I've just been a little... sick."

"...Sick?"

"Yeah, throwing up, gained some weight, that kind of shit."

Matt got up leaned against the bathroom door.

"No big deal." Said Mello

"It doesn't sound like no big deal..."

"It's fine, really noth—" Mello's words were interrupted by the sound of heaving and the toilet flushing, "—ing."

Matt frowned, opened the door and peered inside, "Are you sure?"

Instead of giving an answer he kicked the door shut and locked it. He sat down on the floor and pulled out his purchase with a sigh. Yes he was sure. He was fine. He pulled his hair back into a pony tail and followed the simple directions on the box. Matt stood outside and leaned against the door. Something was up. He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter.

Inside the bathroom however the blonde was anything but calm. "oh...n—fuck." He sat on the counter glaring down at the small strip in his hand.

"What is it?" asked Matt, confused by the other boy's odd behavior.

The blonde glared at the door willing it to go up in flames or jump off its hinges running scared at the intensity of his gaze. "MAIL QUINCEY JEEVAS" hissed Mello, "YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!"

Matt blinked, his confusion now mixed with fear, and backed hastily away from the door, "Wh-what'd I do?"

Mello tightens his pony tail, collected himself and threw the door open, his gun already aimed at the red head. "How? How the FUCK?"

"...H-how the fuck what?" stuttered the gamer still hopelessly confused.

Mello glared "Did you get...get me...." He was once again interrupted by the bile rising I his throat. He clamped hand over his mouth and turned back into bathroom to empty what was left in his stomach.

"Sick? I didn't get you sick, don't blame me.." Matt offered helpfully. Mello glared at Matt then at the pregnancy test on the counter.

Matt blinked in the direction of Mello's gaze and noticed the test on the counter "...Um, Mello. I'm pretty sure boys don't do that." But froze when he noticed the little plus sign. "Uhh... could be faulty."

"That's like the TENTH FUCKING ONE I'VE DONE!"

"Ten...?" Asked Matt incredulously his eyes widening, "Uh, b- th-..." He stammered as the blonde rose to his feet and cocks the gun pointing it a Matt's crotch.

"O-Oh c'mon, Mell! H-h-how was I supposed to know?!"

Mello just kept glaring pressing the trigger half down, the gun starting to shake with the built up pressure. "Explain!" Demanded Mello.

"I-I dunno! I swear to god!"

"I would have shot it off a long time ago if I knew this would happen. First, I started gaining weight. I switched to black jeans rather than leather. Then, I couldn't make it through a morning without throwing up. You better have some sort of explanation Jeevas."

"What do you want me to tell you? That this is my magic power and I was keeping it a secret? I don't fucking know what's going on!"

"Like I do? I'm gonna have a fucking baby!" Mello suddenly went pale and he shot the wall between Matt's legs before his armed dropped limply at his side.

"H-hey..." said Matt walking up next to him cautiously and hesitantly putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder. Mello stared at the wall his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. "W-weren't we talking about this?" Offered Matt smiling weakly. Mello looked at him imploringly, "well, I wasn't expecting, too, well" Mello wavered on his feet as if he is about to pass out. Matt grabs both of his shoulders, trying to keep him from falling and Mello fell forward on to him instead. Matt wrapped his arm protectively around the blondes shoulders.

"Mail..." Said Mello weakly, "I-I cant have a kid. We were talking and saying... things. It was hypothetical." He looked at the ground.

"But..." Stared Matt frowning, "Uh, could you really get to a hospital to get an abortion? I mean, wouldn't that... look... odd? Not to mention being a wanted man and all."

Mello rubbed his temples, "So what if I had the fucker? I would still have to go to a hospital to birth it or whatever? and sonograms...and... all that shit and how could I explain this." He shouted motioning to his stomach.

"I-I don't know." Stuttered Matt, "...Are you sure this isn't the part where you smack me and call me an idiot for believing you this long?" Mello did slap him just then but instead of calling him an idiot asked him to go look at the fucking test if he didn't believe it. Matt looked down and shook his head defeated.

"I cant have a kid." Said Mello resolutely stepping away from Matt. "I have hits. I cant stay at home taking care of a kid."

"Wh-what if..." Started Matt biting his lip, "What if I do it?" Mello cocked his head sideways as if not understanding. "Your job." Continued Matt, "What if I do it?"

Mello snorted, "You? Your aim sucks."

Matt rolled his eyes, "No, the queen of England, Mell. "Yes me... And my aim does not suck."

"I bet the queen of England has better aim." Smirked the blonde.

"That may be true but that isn't saying much. I heard she's quite the shot." Retorted the red head. Mello frowned, "I don't know"

"C'mon, Mell. I could do your job."

"But I can't raise a kid. Poor thing, with a single parent."

Matt quirked a brow, "...Wh-what'd'ya mean, single parent?

"Its not like I have anyone to raise this...thing...with I mea-" Mello bit his lip.

"What about me?" Said Matt looking offended.

"Yeah, well, I mean, were not..."

"We're together, aren't we?"

"Yeah but, we're not, ya know."

Matt kissed the other boy's cheek, "Hey, we're orphans. I think this is at least a step up."

Mello shook his head, "No, I can't have a kid anyway."

"Well.. what do you suggest we do, then?"

"I can't check into a hospital, I can't birth the -thing- here," Mello paused, "I can't birth.... can I?"

"... I-I have no clue."

"c-section?"

"I guess... don't you guys have a medical professional signed on? You mafia guys have to get medical care somehow."

"Well yeah"

"I can just get a job and help buy his silence or something."

"I dont want the mafia knowing I'm pregnant. It kinda makes me lose credit. A boss with child? No. Forget it." Mello shrugs and looks resolved.

"Then.. what're we doing?" asked Matt confusedly.

"I'm aborting. And what is with this we? It's me! I'm the one with the-" Mello pauses seeing a sudden change in Matt's expression. The red head looked down and sniffed quietly and Mello realized just what he was thinking. "No." He said resolutely, "No. No. No. Not happening. I'm aborting the old fashioned way." He said pulling his gun and holding it up to his own stomach. Matt swallowed dryly as Mello cocked the gun, then loses his composure and grabs the blonde's wrist.

"M-Mello.."

"What the hell?"

"Mello.. D-don't.."

"I've done this before. Not to myself, but—"

"Th-that's not what I mean.."

"Then say what you fucking mean Mail! We're not even married! You can't seriously want me to keep it!" He blushed gently, "say what you mean..."

Matt pouted, "It's not my fault that marriage is illegal here."

Mello blushed deeply and muttered a string of words that sounded like, "thats-i-didnt-not-no-i-never-didnt-answer..." Before pulling his wrist away from the gamer and cocking the gun once again.

"D-don't kill it, Mell!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?! Give me one good reason!"

"You said it yourself.. that it'd be nice.."

"I wasn't- I didn't think-" Mello tucked some wayward hair behind his ears. "No."

"B-but, Mello.."

"No."

Matt hung his head with a whine and dragged on his cigarette slowly.

"Jeeva Christ. What is it?"

"I know you're gonna kill me for this, but..." Matt sighed, "I was sorta... excited."

Mello's eye widened, "e-excit-" He suddenly dropped the gun and clamped his hand over his mouth turning for the bathroom and empting the last of his stomach contents into the toilet. Matt followed meekly into the bathroom and crouched next to him on the tile rubbing his back cautiously.

Mello looked up at the red head "Excited?"

"..Y-yeah."

"Can't you just go buy some random kid?"

"...Buy some random kid." Repeated Matt narrowing his eyes
I'm sorry, but there's a huge different between the way I feel about some random kid and the way I feel about -my- kid."

"Why does it have to be from me though? I mean I get why your not the one that got pregnant… but..."

"I wouldn't want to have a kid with some random surrogate…"

"Why not?"

"B-because it means so much more from someone who..." Matt paused and bit his lip, chewing on it gently. Mello turns to face him, a few stray hairs pieces falling in front of his face, "Who...?"

"You know..."

"Say it.."

"Wh-who I love.."

Mello smiled and looks up at him.

"Remember the other day… you asked me a question? I-I never answered."

Matt thought a moment then realized what he was talking about and grinned gently, "What? Would you say yes?" Mello blushed a looked down. Matt chuckled. "Mello?" Asked Matt lifting the blonde head gently, "If you could, would you marry me?"

Mello closes his eyes a smile creeping across his face, "Yes. I would."

The two boys stood up together and walked out of the room. Mello scooped up his gun and after looking carefully at Matt set it on the counter.

"Fine." Said the blonde bombshell.

Matt smiled and wrapped his arms around his loves touching there noses together, "Thank you."

And with that he pulled Mello into a kiss causing a slight blush to dance across the other's cheeks.