So here is the second chapter.
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Yami looked up from where he was sitting and all he could see was the wall.
The yellow, stupid wall.
Actually, the wall wasn't stupid. It was the colour that was stupid. Yellow. Who in their fucking minds painted their bathroom wall yellow. Yellow was the colour that you used to colour in the sun when you were little. It was the colour of lemons and lemonade. It was the colour of his hair before he had dyed it green. It was the colour of urine for god sakes!
As much as he didn't like the colour yellow, he couldn't complain about the banana paint walls.
His boyfriend had wanted the walls to be painted that colour. "It'll be a fun and bright and gorgeous colour Yami!" he had said as they had entered the paint store, "Come on! It'll be awesome! Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Even that third prolonged please with a puppy dog face hadn't swung him.
What had swung him to get the stupid bathroom painted yellow? Much less, a bright and fruity looking yellow? Yami furrowed his forehead in thought for a few moments before he remembered. His boyfriend had whispered in his ear all the naughty things he'd do if Yami consented to having the bathroom painted the loud, obnoxious, and bright colour.
Glancing around the bathroom, all he could see were reminders of his boyfriend who was currently at work. He had decided to take the day off after seeing a Doctor on TV talk about pregnancy symptoms. He had watched with fascination before he realized that those were the exact things that had been happening. He had been throwing up in the mornings and would get dizzy often. A couple of nights before he had the most ridiculously topped but satisfying pizza; Oreos, mushrooms, anchovies, artichokes, bacon bits, jelly beans and for some odd reason, he had also had the urge to add whip cream and twizzler bits as last add on additions. White chocolate syrup had been used as the sauce and he had decided to use feta and goat cheese instead of mozzarella or even cheddar cheese as the cheese for the pizza. He had loved this pizza and had tried making it again the day after but he had asked him to not make it again. It was too weird and it really didn't look that appealing.
He had almost fainted yesterday and he was nothing but happy that he hadn't told him. He would have gone ballistic and made him go to the hospital. Yami had cleaned up the sauce on the ground that he had accidentally spilled as quickly as he could and right when he had finished, his boyfriend had walked in. Talk about good timing.
So watching the program or commercial as he soon learned it was when he saw that the doctor was talking about a home pregnancy kit, he had gotten off his well shaped ass, grabbed some money, and walked out the door to his nearest drugstore. He had been so embarrassed as he had to ask the cashier where the kits were and had then spent an hour looking at them all and debating which one to buy. He had finally ended up buying seven different ones.
So here he was, in the bathroom that was painted such an obnoxious and obscene colour, waiting for sticks to turn either pink or blue or striped or red or wavy or to develop a circle or square or whatever other sign that was to come up.
He had already peed on all seven of the sticks. He had opened them all at once and then placed them a table that was right next to the counter in the bathroom. After arranging all the boxes in a line, he had gone to have several bottles of water.
Actually peeing on the sticks took forever since when he had to go, nothing had squirted out. Getting up and then sitting down repetitively was almost as fun as it was to nail your finger and run around in a chaotic frenzy but he had done it anyways and finally had started to pee.
After grabbing a stick from the table next to the counter, he peed on it for several seconds, and then placed it next to its box before grabbing a different stick and peeing on it. He had developed a routine by the third stick and before he knew it, he had taken every single pregnancy test that he had bought.
The boxes said to wait between 5-10 minutes but he had decided to wait 15, just in case. I mean you never knew right? So why not be safe and absolutely sure before he was going to freak out. Yami knew though that no matter what happened with the pregnancy tests, he was going to freak out.
He checked his watch again.
Ten more minutes until he could uncover the sticks.
The evil thin and skinny and freaky looking sticks.
Maybe he shouldn't stand in the bathroom. Maybe it'd be easier if he went somewhere else in the apartment. Maybe in their room. Yes. He'd go to their room.
Yami stepped out of the bathroom and quickly stepped back in, slamming and locking the equally yellow door.
When you stepped out of the happy happy bathroom, you could see the picture of him and his boyfriend on their first date. It had taken so much convincing on his part to get him to go out with him. As cliché as it was, Yami had fallen in love with him at first sight but he had taken almost six months to feel the same way back.
Right next to that picture was a white board with notes on it that they wrote to each other whenever one was going out in the mornings and wanted to leave behind a message.
"I'll be home early….can you make gumbo? Please? I might even help you do the dishes. ;)"
Yami had only shaken his head when he had seen that at seven in the morning. His lovely and extra hot other went to work at five in the morning. Yami had tried to get him to quit to no avail; he simply loved what he did and he also loved who he did and was mixing them as best as he could.
To the left of the picture of them pulling silly faces in the photo booth was a large poster or corkboard as it could be called in its current state. It was covered in pictures and clippings and random words that documented how long they had been together. It was five feet by five feet and was completely filled. They had decided together that it was important for them to add something every other or every few days and that's why it was so filled after seven months living together.
Yes Yami had had many wonderful times with the one he loved and he didn't want them to end. He wanted them to keep on going and going and going until the day he died.
So Yami couldn't be in the living/family room. He had to stay in the bathroom like it was his jail cell until he knew what was going to happen. He was going to have to stay in the sunny and cheerful room when he felt anything but for another seven minutes.
Yami sat down against the wall opposite the counter. He wasn't going to look at the test results. Nope. He was going to just sit there and think long and hard. About what, he didn't know, but he was going to think.
He must have nodded off and fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to the sound of the alarm on his watch that signified that he could now look at the test results.
Yami was about to sit up when he sat back down.
Was he really ready to see the results to something that could completely alter his life in more ways than just one? That would make it so that he would never be the same again? And more importantly, would he tell him if the test came out negative?
Yami took a deep breath and stepped up the counter. He had made a little sign on a piece of paper near each one that would tell him whether he was pregnant or not. This was to save him time and to make it so he wasn't confused.
He examined each test and each test said the same thing.
He was pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
"Yami, I'm home!" Came the voice of his beloved soul mate. Or possible ex-soul mate. God he hoped not, "Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom! I'll be right out in a few minutes."
Yami quickly wrapped all the used pregnancy tests in toilet paper and shoved all the pregnancy kit boxes in a bag. He then in turn shoved the bag under the sink as far back as they possibly could go and rearranged things so that they were hidden all the while thinking one thought.
How the fuck was he going to tell Yugi that he was pregnant?
Suddenly, Yami hated the colour yellow with a passion.