Authors' Note: A conclusion to the suspense we left everyone at in the last chapter. Happy Newyear!!!

Edit: Fixed some repeated text and slight errors. ^^;


Standard warnings and disclaimers may apply


Recap:

"I want to have an abortion."


A Baby Story


Part One: Stork One


Chapter Five: (Nothing) Fight

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All thoughts and words died out instantly, Sora's mouth left wide open, cut off mid-sentence.

Riku was looking away, eyes cast to the side, eyes glassy.

"Wh-what?" Sora wanted to squeeze Riku's hand within his own. Or let it fall to his side. But he couldn't move, so it remained limp on the other's clenched fist.

"Riku...." Aqua eyes remained elsewhere, preferring to glance at the carpet. Only to look away again, the remnants of the water stain, cleaner than the rest of the carpet from Kairi's scrubbing, reminded him too much of his dreams.

"H-how can you say that?" Riku still refused to look at him. Both stayed unmoving.

So Sora did what he always did when he was nervous, anxious, or generally shocked. He rambled.

"Honey c'mon, I mean, I know it's hard and everything, but it's not that bad. It's nothing we can't get through together. This is just a rough stage right now, and all...."

Sora began talking with his hands. Another habit of his, one that normally made Riku smile. They moved this way and that. But his promises sounded so empty to Riku's ears.

The silveret shook his head from side to side, not trusting his voice right then.

"... everything's going to be fine. I know it's tough, but you can't just give up...."

You can't just give up.

"... you're stronger than that. Besides, this is our baby, how can you even think that? I know...."

You can't just give up. You're stronger than that.

The words reverberated in Riku's head.

"... right?" Sora reached a tentative hand to brush silver bangs away. He wanted to see Riku's eyes.

Only to have Riku recoil and snap his head up, eyes burning. Sora didn't want to see those eyes.

"Why? Why?" The sharp anger in his tone made Sora pull back, hand safely to himself.

"Why do I have to be strong enough? I'm tired of it So-ra!" He rose from the bed, hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. "Why is it always my body So-ra, to get invaded, huh?

"First Ansem, now this- this thing..." He stepped close and grasped Sora's shoulders with two very strong, shaking hands. Roughly yanking the brunet's wrist, he moved the hand to his stomach, the soft bump radiating warmth innocently.

"This thing... is not... a baby." And even as those venom-laced words were spit out, fresh tears streamed down Riku's fingers gripped Sora's wrist harshly, causing the bones to ache and scream in pain.

Sora's eyes flashed and he yanked his hand back, pulling Riku close.

"Do not say that Riku." his voice was low and dripping warning. "Just because it's difficult, just because it's not easy, gives you no right to say that." Blue eyes flashed dangerously. "This is our baby, you can't -"

"No right? No right!?" Riku shoved Sora away roughly. "I have every right! You try it Sora and then we'll see who has no right!"

No, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Riku didn't want to point the finger at Sora. But the words kept coming, and the anger was fueling every single one.

"It's always about you, isn't it Riku!" Sora was yelling back now with just as much ferocity. "Everything's always you're problems. Only yours. Nobody else's."

He took a step forward, glaring at Riku. Riku didn't step back, but his foot did slide the slightest bit as he grit his teeth.

"You never let it become anyone else's problems. It's always, 'my cross to bear, my fault, boohoo'!"

Riku's eyes flashed dangerously. "I- "

"Well you know what Riku, maybe everything always is your fault." Ouch. "But that doesn't mean you're always at fault!"

"You're not making any sense!"

"Let someone else take the reigns and stop bitching about it like a woman."

"I'm not the one bitching right now Sora! It's my body!" Riku had enough. "And for once, I can actually make my decision and 'take the reigns' without you!

"You want to keep it? You carry it!" Riku walked forward, and for a brief moment Sora thought for sure he was going to punch him. But he only stopped right by his side, and spoke low, "Then we'll see if you're still as gung-ho," before continuing out the door.

Sora turned just as Riku reached the door. "Where are you going?" his voice was cold, but inside the brunet was terrified that Riku was going to get it done right now.

"Away from you." And with that, Riku was out the door, Sora hot on his trail.

"You're not going anywhere." Sora grabbed Riku's shoulder, halting him.

Green stared at blue in a silent battle.

"Fine." Riku bit out. "You stay out here." And he turned on heel again, stalking back to the bedroom, the door almost coming to a close.

Still angry, Sora kept himself from running in there. At least he wasn't leaving. With a deep sigh Sora collapsed on the couch, head in hands wearily. A shaky breath left him as he bit his lip, tears wetting his eyelashes and leaving sticky trails down his cheeks.

Against obviously cold sheets, Riku's anger suddenly deflated to be replaced with an overwhelming, sick sort of sadness that pulled relentlessly on his heart. It twisted and pushed against his ribs as he gripped and pulled at the covers, trying to swallow the hard sticky lump in his throat.

Everything hurt, especially those words he spoke...those words he heard...

By no means was he trying to make Sora the enemy, on the contrary he had just desperately wanted for Sora to understand. Maybe not agree, but to understand. All Riku wanted to hear was some sort of on-the-same-page acknowledgement . Not the usual blabber of "everything will be okay!" that everyone fed him.

He wanted Sora to simply understand, like he used to before any of this had happened.

Moaning into his pillow as he twisted his body in a visual display of what his heart felt, he curled in on himself and lay on his side of the bed, as far from Sora's as he could get.

He couldn't bear to think about hurting him anymore, but something had to give. Someone had to make a decision, and he felt that this time, Sora really didn't have much of a choice to make.

Sora on the other hand still couldn't believe what he had heard and Riku's voice played on loop in his ears.

Abortion, abortion, abortion...

Acid.

He was angry, of course, but mostly confused. The taste Riku's words left in his mouth was vile and bitter, leaving his body empty and shell shocked. His head shook lightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. Fingers wove through his bangs, soft against his skin and all he could imagine was the feel of sweet tufts of silk on his baby's head. Which only made his heart twist and his mouth screwed into a frown that was simply not meant for his face.

All he could think about was that baby, their baby, a smiling Riku holding that baby. That's all he wanted and all that his heart wanted to hold. That image. That dream. But Riku himself had snatched it and threatened to destroy it.

But deep in his heart, Sora couldn't bring himself to blame him. If given the chance, he would destroy Ansem again only for the pleasure of knowing the man that plagued his husband's dreams was gone for good. But nothing he could do would stop Riku's thoughts or reverse the damage already done.

That thought slayed him, and all he guessed he could do was to be there for Riku. Protect, love and show him kindness that Ansem most certainly did not. Shower him with happiness that reminisced of their past but most of all of their future.

But that didn't seem to be enough.

Riku needed to know, just as Sora just seemed to know, that the life in his body was most certainly a baby. Not a monster, creature, alien or disease, but a new life that was theirs.

For the rest of the day, all Sora could do was sit there and try to think of ways to show Riku that it really was a baby and not some envisioned monster. Apparently, the pictures Cat had taken just weren't enough. They brought a smile to Sora's face because he could just imagine those itty bitty lines as the beginnings of plump little fingers, and that great round circle that wiggled and refused to turn was where eyes, nose and a mouth formed. A mouth that would eventually smile, laugh, eat, grow teeth and give the sweetest kisses.

As night swallowed their small house, and Sora's eyes began to droop, he considered to giving in and snuggling into the couch. But why pretend he was in the dog house when he most certainly wasn't? He hadn't seen Riku since he was told to "stay out" but it made him smile fondly at the little crack between the door frame and the actual door.

No matter how angry or upset he could be with Riku, he loved him. Everything from his pissy fit fights to his little habits and ways of showing his weaknesses. He loved him, and he wouldn't back off and leave him be when he was at his worst.

True, he was still angry with him, but anger could always be pushed aside in favor of sleep. Riku dealt with enough nightmares and Sora definitely didn't want to start having any of his own. Holding onto that anger would only invite the night terrors into their sleep.

So he slowly made his way across the dark house, and pushed the door open, poking his head inside. Riku was turned away from his side of the bed, asleep, but with a horrible frown on his usually soft features. Sora could clearly see the remnants of tears and the way the bed sheets looked incredibly disheveled. It made his anger dissipate and turn into something closer to sadness as he stripped of everything save his boxers and crawled into bed.

He paused a moment as he saw the curve of Riku's shoulder stiffen, but sighed softly when he watched his husband's body relax not a moment later. Sora did not smile, nor did he frown, but simply kept his features neutral as he moved forward and reached for Riku's form. He pulled and was surprised when he was met with no resistance as Riku's back came flush against his chest. A tan arm curled about a covered waist, sun kissed fingers lingering over the little bump underneath that soft t-shirt.

"We can stop fighting for sleep, can't we?" he asked very softly against the shell of Riku's ear, and finally let a fond smile grace his lips when he felt the tiniest of shudders against his chest. His ears always were sensitive.

It took him a second but Riku responded with a light "yeah". His fingers ghosted over Sora's, something the brunet would have missed if he weren't paying attention, and stopped, holding so lightly against Sora's hand.

A sad smile graced Sora's lips, because for a moment, he could allow himself to imagine that they were finally holding their baby together.

When the sun decided to stretch her lazy fingers across their peaceful bodies, Sora mentally willed for some sort of apparition to stop the day from coming. But it didn't take long for Riku to stir and instantly pull away from Sora's warm hold, much to both of their displeasure.

But Sora wasted no time in rising with him, somewhat paranoid to let Riku out of his sight. They both moved soundlessly into the living room, Riku rubbing his arms with his palms and Sora instinctively turning the heater on.

Riku sent him a soft look, one that was spared of any of his infamous glares, in a silent way of saying thanks as he curled into a side of the couch, arms folding over his stomach. Sora watched him as he moved into the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and starting the process of making oatmeal.

Between the stiff silence save for the overly loud beeping of the microwave, and Riku's seemingly inability to even glance in his direction, Sora was desperately trying to hold on to his last remaining bits of patience.

He placed the bowls onto the table, and sat before calling out to Riku that there was food waiting for him. He didn't move at first but decided to wait until his oatmeal was nice and cold, which did little for that tolerance Sora was losing very quickly.

With obvious irritation, he put the bowl back in the microwave to warm it up. Both were silent as it spun it the microwave, the low humming grating on Sora's worn nerves as he tapped his fingers impatiently against the counter-top.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He placed the bowl before Riku, and sat down across the table with the paper. "Death, destruction," He flipped through the paper. "Ah, funnies, something that makes sense in the world." The normal joke went unnoticed as Riku poked his oatmeal. Finding it difficult to concentrate on the antics of Cathy or Garfield, he sighed and focused on the crossword puzzle.

He managed to fill all of two spots before getting stuck. Crosswords were always more Riku's thing than his.

"Articulate – Four letters."

"Glib." And silence reigned once again. Sora chewing on his pencil in irritation. Riku shoved his breakfast around in his bowl. With a heavy sigh, Sora gave up and moved onto Sudoku.

Riku continued to shove the mush around. It wasn't the most appealing breakfast. But the silence was starting to grate on Sora's nerves. The spoon would bump the side of the bowl in a most irritating way. He tried to focus on the puzzle. 5... 9... 3... that makes this a 2... scratch that – an 8 needs to go there.

Then the tip of his pencil broke. He sighed heavily.

"Riku, you need to eat." His voice was level, if a bit tired, showing none of his growing annoyance.

"Why?" Riku spat out. His words were lacking the normal bite, seeming just as exhausted as Sora. "It'll just come back up again. Right, mother?"

So much for holding in his irritation.

A deep sigh that damn near echoed against the walls came from Sora's mouth as blue eyes rose from the paper. And Riku was sure to meet that stare half way with one of his own.

"Listen, Riku, I'm trying to help you. You have to eat."

Riku rolled his eyes and shook his head lightly. "For the last time, I don't need your help."

He didn't want to tell Riku that he definitely needed somebody's help because obviously being left alone to make his own decisions wasn't working out too nicely. For Sora, that is.

"Well, you have to eat or you're going to make yourself sick."

Riku scoffed. "The last time I checked, genius, eating already made me sick." With that, he was standing up, Sora mimicking his action not a second too soon.

The brunet was undoubtedly paranoid to even let his husband out of his sight, much less up and walking around where he could have the potential to escape and do god knows what to his body.

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm not going anywhere," Riku sighed, picking up the bowl and dumping its contents into Sora's.

"Not like I'd let you go anywhere even if you'd ask," Sora murmured underneath his breath as Riku slammed his bowl into the sink.

"Oh, so now I have to ask you permission to go anywhere? Since when I am your child?" Riku spat, walking around his husband and folding his arms over his chest.

"Maybe since all you can do is act like a child?" the brunet retorted, taking his bowl and placing it into the fridge.

"Act like a child? Excuse me, but who's the one childishly trying to pick a fight, huh?" Riku asked, a hand coming to his hip.

"I asked you to eat your breakfast! How is that picking a fight?" Sora cried, his voice getting more agitated and annoyed by the second.

"Stop yelling at me, Sora," Riku warned and blue eyes instantly rolled almost dramatically.

"Oh give me a break, Ri. I'm not yelling at you! You're frustrating me," Sora groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm frustrating YOU? You're the one who's huffin and puffin and breathing down my neck, and you're the one that's complaining? I have barely said a word to you all morning!"

"And THAT is exactly the reason WHY you're frustrating me!" Sora retorted, frowning as Riku's head shook.

"Oh, grow up Sora!" he sighed, turning to leave the room.

"What, you're just going to run away from our conversation?" Sora asked, right on his heels as Riku stopped and turned to glare at him.

"You call this a conversation?" he bit out, and Sora opened his mouth to respond but stopped. Well…it wasn't exactly dinner time pleasantries but at least they were…talking…to each other. "If you call this a conversation, I'd hate to see what you call fighting."

"We are not fighting!" Sora protested, hands folding over his chest in a defiant matter. "We're... having a heated debate!"

"On what?" Riku cried, arms throwing into the air briefly, "who's more childish? I think you're winning." He smirked slightly, turning to leave once again and entering their bedroom.

Stunned, and slightly offended Sora marched up right behind him, and as soon as Riku entered the bedroom, he grasped the knob and slammed it shut.

But of course two seconds later, Sora re-opened the door quickly, mumbling a quiet "sorry!" to his husband's wide-eyed, slightly surprised face on the other side.

-.-.-.-

Sighing discontentedly at the sound of thunder suddenly making itself known in the all-too-quiet house; Sora glanced up from the novel he had been picking through for the last few days. Ever since Riku decided not to talk to him unless it was downright necessary, he had begun to get rather bored. Sudoko puzzles and the sappy romance movies that wouldn't get off of the T.V. just weren't enough entertainment for when you and your husband were pretending that the other didn't exist.

It would have been extremely comical to anyone else not involved (i.e. Kairi...) to watch the two practically dance around each other just so that not even the slightest of eye contact could have been made. Of course, one that knew them as well as Kairi did would obviously label their little "lover's spat" another competition that the two of them were famous for. Apologizing first was apparently putting yourself in the loser position, a spot that didn't sit well with either of them.

The brunet sat up on the bed he had been sprawled on, and tossed a look to the open door that led to the living room. The open space between the door and the wall just seemed to grin at him in amusement as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet somewhere in the living room. Eye rolling to himself he sat cross legged against the headboard, plopping the book into his lap as his cheek found his open palm.

Then a very interesting sound from the all too quiet house caught his attention and his eyes sprung to attention at the door.

A beep.

And not just any beep. The one that the phone made when being turned on which instantly provoked Sora into crawling across the bed, peering at the opening at the door. He could clearly see a small shadow of Riku as it slowly moved across the living room, proving that the elder was on the phone because he was infamous for pacing while on the phone.

"Hello? Yes, hi, this is Riku Miyano... yes," Riku said as Sora moved off the bed and hovered near the doorway.

"Oh, so you did get my question in the email? Yes, I know. It's just been really difficult and I don't think I can finish it this way," Riku explained into the phone as Sora's eyes widened. He was instantly moving away from the wall, walking out into the living room and eyeing his husband from where he was pacing near the front door. Aqua eyes looked up at him curiously as he apparently listened on to whomever he was talking to, while Sora instantly looked the other way, determined to find something natural for him to be doing while he snooped on the conversation.

"Friday...at 10:00 you said? Yes, that'll be fine. I'm free," Riku confirmed, his voice closer to Sora now as he paced along the living room, the brunet instantly fiddling with a small pile of junk mail, pretending to make sure they hadn't looked over something important before throwing the heap away.

"Yes, thank you so much, I will, see you then," and the beep that signaled the phone being hung up echoed across the room. Sora chanced a glance up as Riku tossed the phone onto the couch and picked up a zip-up jacket that was lying over the back of a chair. The brunet's eyes widened.

"Where are you going?" he asked quickly, taking a step forward as Riku glanced at him as he pushed his arms into the sleeves. It was almost funny how Sora was looking at him, accusing eyes just ready to start another useless..."debate".

"We have an appointment with Cat today, don't you remember?" Riku asked, his voice surprisingly void of any sarcasm and Sora's suspicion defused slightly.

"But who was that on the phone?" he asked, slipping his feet into his shoes, trying not to break his eye contact with Riku. The elder shrugged as he gently zipped the jacket up over the tiny raise of skin on his abdomen.

"My professor. I had asked him if I could continue my classes online for the time being," he explained. Sora looked away, feeling just a little bit embarrassed for over-thinking the situation. But then again he remembered why he had to be so uptight about the situation, and his actions were suddenly deemed reasonable in his eyes.

"Oh," he responded as he stood up, chancing a glance at the window as he heard another roll of thunder. "C'mon, we better get into the car before it starts to downpour."

Riku watched him somewhat closely out of the corner of his eye as the brunet stood and gathered the keys, before turning and exiting the house. The car ride was silent, awkwardly silent as Riku kept tossing Sora glances that seemed to either be ignored or just simply missed. He decided not to say anything, they weren't "arguing" yet and Riku would have it stay that way. He did not want to admit defeat, but he did not want to fight any longer. He was tired, and anger was such an exhausting emotion.

By the time they reached the waiting room, Sora had somewhat relaxed as Riku went through his routine of watching every door, window and corner for a possible camera. A reassuring hand was placed on the curve of his knee, which he did relax somewhat for. Sora didn't even murmur a thing as the door opened and Cat gave them a soft smile.

"Hello again. Has there been any issues this past week? Any abnormal pains or symptoms?" Cat inquired softly as she pulled them into the room and ushered Riku into place. The silveret shook his head slightly, scowling at the floor out of habit more than any true irritation. He was too weary for irritation right now.

"Alright then, let's get started. I see we wore elastic pants this time." Riku's scowl just deepened as he shimmied his pants low on his hips and lifted his shirt. He hated it when people used "we" to create some sort of superficial camaraderie. Fake. "Would you like to apply the gel again Mr. Uewasaki?" She offered.

Sora looked at it uncertainly. Riku didn't like being touched lately and he wasn't sure if his touch would be welcome right now, especially since they'd been dancing around each other all week.

Riku scowled at him, even if it did sting somewhat that his husband didn't want to touch him. Deciding he would have none of that he turned a glare on the doctor.

"You're sure as hell not touching me." To his displeasure, she didn't even flinch, merely raising one fine eyebrow. It was reminiscent of a look his mother used to give him, and he shifted uncomfortably, feeling very much like a child again.

Soon they were staring back at that horrible black and white screen. A little strange creature with obscure features about the size of a fruit innocently floating.

Cat rattled off technical terminology that Riku could have followed if he wanted too, if he wasn't too distracted.

"How about another 3D ultrasound?" Sora nodded excitedly, eyes lit up like a happy puppy. As the black and white switched over to the warm orange tones, the brunet almost grabbed Riku's hand eagerly. Blue eyes glanced at Riku's stoic face and he felt a curl of disappointment. He clenching his hand and returned it to his pocket.

Instead he focused on the amazing image before him and watched as the baby shifted and turned slightly.

"It's moving!" He exclaimed, voice full of wonder. Riku looked up at the wide eyed visage of his husband and flinched, turning his face back to the screen and trying to pretend that it didn't hurt that Sora was so happy about this. He only vaguely heard the conversation between the doctor and his husband.

"Yes, the fetus begins to move quite early in the development. Usually though, it's not felt by the expecting mothers until the 16th week at the earliest."

Sora turned shinning eyes back to the screen. It really was amazing that it could happen at all. How could they possibly be so lucky? He turned towards Riku who had that same closed off expression from before. Nothing. Not even discomfort or disgust. Complete indifference.

All the anger and frustration from the past week slammed into him. He glared at Riku. For making this difficult, for making him worry, for lying to him, and for being a fucking stubborn ass. He glared at him until Riku looked up with a startled, weary expression. Well good, at least his face wasn't a blank state anymore.

With that, Sora stormed out of the room, shutting the door forcibly behind him as if he wanted to slam it but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Riku stared at the door in bewilderment. He was just thinking about running after his drama king of a husband when movement from the screen captured his attention. The blob (he still couldn't bring himself to call it a baby) as moving fretfully and turned before settling once more into stillness. It was facing forward, curled in on itself and face titled down.

The fact that it had a face at all, and not some formless surface, quickened his heart until the beating resonated throughout his head. Or was that the galloping of the baby's heart from when they had first heard it?

But that face.

That was a baby's face.

He didn't know if they all looked like that at this stage. Kairi was adopted and Riku had never seen his own baby pictures; he didn't think his mother even had any of him. But he knew it was a baby's face because it looked just like the baby pictures of Sora that his exuberant mother liked to flaunt.

That face was all Sora.

He didn't know how long he'd stared at the screen. He hardly even realized when Cat removed the transducer and the screen when blank. Or when she gently shoved baby pictures and his next appointment into his hand. Or when she shooed him out of the room with little reminders to call her and a parting "fighting is bad for the baby".

He was dimly aware he still had a stupefied expression on his face as he met Sora in the waiting room.

Letting his steps slow to a stop, he lowered his eyes to the polished floor. The figure of his husband leaning against the side of the door gave him no comfort as Sora flashed him one of the worst looks Riku had ever seen. This was one of pure hurt and simple anger. And it could possibly be the cause of the most terrible feeling that was slowly situating itself in Riku's chest.

Sora said nothing to him as he instantly leaned off of the wall and began walking away. Riku could do nothing but watch as the hand that held the newly printed pictures of the baby suddenly felt heavier.

It was then Riku knew his decision was made.

He trailed after Sora, the brunet not even looking back once to make sure that Riku was following him. The elder guessed that at this moment, Sora couldn't have cared if he was following or not. Once outside, he was startled as their car pulled up in front of him before he even had the chance to take a step off of the side walk and he cautiously opened the door and got in. The brunet didn't even wait for the soft click of his seat belt before the car was in motion.

Sora continued to ignore him as the car rolled on along the island's streets, his position hunched as close as possible towards his door and as far away from Riku, his right arm rigid as he held to the top of the steering wheel. He was angry, this much was true, but Riku was beginning to think that perhaps he didn't understand just how upset he really was.

Even while he was upset, Sora looked stunning, with the sun shining in and catching the highlights in his hair. Given the atmosphere in the car, he thought it was supremely unfair for the weather to be so bright, especially after all the thundering promises when they left the house.

It was hard, but Riku straightened himself against the passenger seat, his throat burning and his eyes already starting to water. He didn't understand why he was feeling so...scared, but suddenly he was afraid that everything he was about to say was heavy. But he was tired of Sora being angry, seeing Sora hurt.

He didn't know if everything would be okay, or if his nightmares would all come crashing down around him. He could be making the worst mistake and be forced to watch as disaster claimed him. But he couldn't continue forcing it all away, not when he now had a tangible possibility, sitting heavy and crisp in his hand, everything might turn out right.

And as he opened his lips, he knew that he had lost their childish "lover's spat" and hoped it was worth it. That he wasn't wrong.

"Yellow."

The voice was unexpected and Sora's zoned concentration was broken and he gazed at his husband from the corner of his eye. "What?"

"We should paint it yellow." Riku explained softly so that his voice wouldn't crack. He would have been proud that it didn't, but he was too nervous. "The baby's room should be yellow."

Sora's face lit like the birth of a new star, bright and magnificent.

It was worth it.

Even when Sora did abruptly lean over and plant sloppy kisses on Riku's face, not even caring to aim for his lips.

--oOo--

TBC

Well.... hope that was satisfactory. It was very hard to write the confrontation fight in the beginning, so let us know what you all think about it?

What about the lighter "nothing fight" after that. That was much more fun to write.

Sorry to all for such a long wait. We had a lot of issues this past year. 2 deaths in the family, a move, a car totaled, a renovation, and school and work thrown on top of it all. Total RL nonsense really, I don't see why we bother to live in the real world at all.

Riku's baby progress is up on our livejournal (with pictures). You can find the link in our profile.

If you follow our other story Dazzle, it will be updated on Friday, the 9th.