"Entry of new persons may change your lifestyle and make you happy but they will never be able to replace the missed ones…"

Yours, Mine and Ours

The brunet woke up with a groan as his mobile began to produce some of the most undesirable noises ever. Not in the least bit interested to pick up his phone for he was half-aware who was calling him by the monstrous ringtone [as he had recently changed it only for that particular caller], he rolled to his side and came face to face with his sleeping wife.

By the way his auburn irises widened lightly, one can decipher that the brunet was surprised that he was in the same bed as his own wife. But as seconds passed and the phone finally died down, he finally learned to admire how peaceful she looked as she was laying there, her eyes closed lightly and her lips parted slightly.

He watched as she breathed in and out, almost in rhythm. Her blonde hair was spread across the bed and a few strands were even over the brunet. He looked at her a few more seconds and he finally relaxed. He continued to watch her, his face blank and his mind at peace.

"Ka…"

She stirred and he tensed.

He raised his eyebrows as she parted her lips again.

"…na…"

His face slowly changed as blood began to rise to his cheeks at her sleepy voice. No doubt she was still asleep but she was actually calling out…

"…ta"

…his name!

'She's dreaming about me…?' was the thought that crossed his mind at once.

He watched as a smile appeared along her lips as she finished calling out his name. At the sight of her smile, his heart started to beat at one of the slowest paces possible.

Before he knew it, he was edging closer to her… closer to her lips.

He closed his eyes as he was inches away from her.

As luck would have it, his mobile began to produce the same treacherous noise and this time, the blonde stirred even more and opened her eyes slowly.

But before she had even come close to opening her eyes, her brunet husband had one of the worst shocks ever as he rolled off the bed and landed on his butt on the carpeted floor on their room—still in his Prada shirt and pants and his Tod's shoes.

He involuntarily picked up the ringing mobile only to put an end to that noise when his blonde wife, now sitting atop their ten grand worth bed, rubbing her eyes, watching him.

"H-h-hello…?" he stuttered.

What he must've heard at the other end must certainly be Satan for within a few seconds, his face changed from all the blood that had risen to his cheeks to a very pale color as all color vanished from his flawless façade.

"Now…?" he asked.

If he had turned slightly to his right, he could've caught sight of the confused and questioning expression that his half-asleep wife currently wore.

"Fine… I'll be there…" he said, as he got to his feet in the process and locked himself in the bathroom.

As the pregnant blonde continued to watch nonchalantly, the brunet got out the bathroom, a little fresh but with a deep frown, now his mobile safely pocketed.

He was almost at the door when he realized that she was still looking at him.

He turned and caught her eyes only for her to turn away from him, embarrassed.

He couldn't help but smile as he walked over to her and then, standing before her whilst she was still sitting on top the bed, said, "I have to… I have to head to work soon today…"

"You're skipping breakfast?" she asked at once, worried.

He blinked at her for a second, not knowing what to say.

Then, shaking his head slightly, continued, "I'll get it there…"

He gave her a weak smile which she returned.

"So, you gonna be okay…?" he asked uncertainly.

She looked at him surprised. The night's conversation was evidently still hot on his mind, she guessed.

"Ya sure…" she assured him.

He smiled.

She was taken aback at his smile for she had rarely ever seen him give her such a smile. A smile that clearly said…

"I'll be back soon," he whispered as he placed his lips gently on her cheeks and left the room, his face red.

The blonde sat there, lifting her hand up to her cheeks to touch the spot where his lips had come in contact with her skin. Her lips twisted into a wide smile as she realized that she was quickly getting used to the brunet… his way of life… his anger… his mad-skill driving… his care… his warmth… his kisses… his love…

Chapter 13

Complications and Impediments

"Seventy two Kilos…?" exclaimed a particular pregnant blonde as she heard the same words being said to her by her short haired obstetrician who couldn't help but smile weakly at her friend's first freak out.

"How can I be seventy two kilos?" Miyu Saionji asked her friend as she looked between the weighing machine and the poor Dr. Tenchi.

"When was the last time you looked in the mirror…?" asked Nanami lightly, hoping that she doesn't touch a nerve but apparently, all her hopes were only in vain.

"I'm FAT!" cried the blonde.

Nanami Tenchi was known for her bluntness and frank nature. True, she can be really kind to her patients but when it comes to Miyu, her high school character would certainly kick in and she'll probably say something that will certainly worsen the situation.

But fortunately, her boss decided on interfering that exact moment and saved her at the right moment with that ever-so-irritating soft and caring intonation.

"Of course not…" said the blond as he entered the room, his coat on with his azure orbs twinkling and his usual charming smile in place, "you look gorgeous…"

This simple (yet flattering) sentence had different impacts on the two women in the room. While went all red and mumbled something about it being not true, the other merely raised an eyebrow ready to pounce on the blond.

Conveniently ignoring the latter, Nozomu Hikarigaoka turned to the other blonde in the room and said sweetly, "I'm sure that Kanata would more than agree with me…"

At this, the Saionji turned an even adorable shade of crimson and hung her head, her mind suddenly filled with thoughts of her brunet husband and his sudden change in behavior towards her.

"How come he's not here today?" asked Nanami, crossing her arms as with another glare she sent her superior bustling to the next room to take care of his patients, "…again…?"

At this, the blonde was brought back to reality as she replied meekly, "he said something about an early work…"

Nanami pursed her lips.

"Don't judge him Nanami," said the blonde at once, "he's trying his hardest…"

"I'm not…" muttered Nanami under her breath as Miyu sat down at the edge of the bed-like contraption in the middle of the room.

Silence enveloped the two for a few seconds.

"Oh ya… I have Good News…!" chirped Nanami suddenly.

Miyu looked at her and blinked.

"The results for the sex of the baby is ready…" said Nanami grinning.

A complete change took over the blonde's face as she brightened at her obstetrician's words and asked at once, "When do I know it…?"

"You don't…" replied back her friend coolly.

"What?" asked Miyu, teary-eyed.

"I'm not gonna tell you if you don't have that useless husband of yours with you," she said, her eyes glinting maliciously and her lips forming an obvious smirk.

Miyu pouted her lips.

How will she tell his this information without getting embarrassed at all…?

Her last comforting thought before entering one of his dozens of cars was that he is always ready for anything if it comes to the baby. She just hopes that the same shall continue even for this one.

Yours, Mine and Ours

Kanata Saionji entered The Luxury Tokyo Hotel, his right hand in his pockets and his right hand checking his Calvin Klein watch, his eyebrows twitching. He sure was not ready for this but what choice did he have.

He had been avoiding her for the past month. He surely would not be able to pull that very often. He has to be confronted by her one of these days. Sadly, that day had to be today…

He walked up to the reception and asked, "Excuse me…?"

The attractive raven-haired receptionist, looked at him with a charming smile that she was accustomed to wearing, asked, "Welcome to The Luxury Tokyo… How may I be of assistance sir?"

The brunet, without a moment's hesitance, he asked, "there's a table booked under the name Kijoyu in the restaurant?"

"One moment sir…" she said before looking into the register and then within seconds, flashed him a smile going, "yes sir… I believe she's already here… Table four at the First Floor Restaurant…"

Kanata nodded his head once and left the reception without another word. He climbed onto the elevator and within seconds, the doors to the elevator opened out to the Restaurant. He climbed out of the elevator and walked about the tables and finally spotted the person he was looking for… the person who had called out to him…

"Hey Kanata…" she said, a smile adorning her face as her sapphire irises glinted at the sight of the brunet, "glad you could finally make it…"

Kanata sat down before the raven haired and said in a monotonous voice, "hey Akira…"

Yours, Mine and Ours

The drive back to the Saionji Manor was not fun.

True, he got to drive at a monstrous speed in his favorite black Mercedes but since he had nobody to shout at and vent out his anger, he was obviously not having the time of his life inside that car with his own thoughts to haunt his mind.

"You think a stunt like that could fool me…?"

Kanata made a sharp turn as her voice droned inside his head, plunging him into a state of uncontrollable fury. After a few seconds though, he started to slow down steadily. He started to wish that he had never attended that call that morning.

"You'll always be mine Saionji…"

And no matter how much he rinsed his mouth, he sure could not forget the second when she placed her lips against his before leaving him inside that elevator alone with the weird looking operator who did nothing but stand there without uttering a word.

The car slowly came to a halt.

How could he go home now…?

The instant thought that crossed his mind was to tell Miyu everything. But by the confused look in his face it was obvious that he was not very comfortable in telling her something he surely regretted. He didn't want her to think less of him.

He started the engine again and headed towards home.

He remembered last night when she had told him everything that had happened between her and that disgusting little mongrel but what happened between him and her was not that easy to put in words. It was and continues to be complicated.

But he knew that she had the right to know and he should be the person to tell her.

Yours, Mine and Ours

He took a deep breath as he stood before the door to their room, hundreds of thoughts passing through his head. But before he could even grasp the door knob, his butler and caretaker was at his side with a deep and weird look in his eyes.

"I take it that you met Ms. Kijoyu this morning," he said.

Kanata raised an eyebrow which the smart butler interpreted easily as his subtle form of asking, "How did you know that, old man?"

"Your secretary," answered the old man easily.

"I don't have time for this," said the brunet, agitated.

"You are going to tell Mrs. Saionji, I suppose," said Pierre, smiling kindly.

"Hn," grunted the brunet, unable to answer.

"Choose your words wisely, Master Kanata…" said the butler as Kanata opened the door to his room and entered.

He closed the door behind him and turned to see his blonde wife sitting at the edge of their bed, a nervous look about her. He stopped in his steps quirkily as he realized that she was actually wearing his Guangzhou round-neck sweater with his Gildan Fleece Sweatpants.

Choosing to avoid any kind of comments to direct at her sudden invasion of his closet, he tenderly stood before her. She got up at once as he neared her. She held her hands together over her slightly enlarged stomach, a sense of nervousness evident in her emerald eyes.

"I have something to tell you".

Kanata looked at her surprised. Now she's stealing words right out of his mouth. How could that be any fair…?

"Me too…" he choked out.

She didn't look surprised but she bit her lip nonetheless.

"You can go first," Kanata said, even though he didn't mean it.

She brightened at once.

"Actually I have something to ask and something to tell…" she said cheerfully.

Kanata took a seat at the edge of the bed and the blonde followed suit. She turned to face him whilst he shifted his gaze to the floor with a hunchback.

"Do I look fat?"

Kanata turned to her at once, stiff.

"What?" he asked, just to make sure he had heard right.

"Do I look fat…?" she asked, this time more slowly and softly.

Obviously… but he had this feeling deep inside his head that if he said that he'd probably not have a peaceful slumber like last night. So he answered it with another question.

"Why do you ask?"

She turned a light shade of crimson along her cheeks as she said under her breath, "I was weighed at the clinic today… its way higher than usual… But Dr. Hikarigaoka said that I looked good…"

Her voice had died down completely when she had said the last word. The brunet looked at her agape and asked, "What did that good-for-nothing flirt say…?"

She mumbled something that sounded oddly like, "he said that I didn't look fat…"

"Exactly what he said…!" demanded the brunet, an odd sort of irritation towards the blond maternity doctor spreading through his body.

"He said I looked gorgeous…" she muttered under her breath that the brunet had to take an entire minute to process what his wife just said right now.

"That insolent little brat…!" Kanata started, through gritted teeth.

"He said that you'd agree as well," she retorted, almost involuntarily.

He turned to look at her surprised.

"But apparently, I am fat!" she said, glaring at the poor brunet and getting to her feet in one swift motion, with her arms crossed.

The multi-millionaire got to his feet as well, having not expected such a change in the blonde's emotions. With the confused look in his face it was pretty obvious that he was still amazed at the fact that she had jumped from nervousness to fury with a blink of an eye.

"You're not…" he choked, clearing his throat uncertainly as he scratched the back of his head.

"I'm not what?" she snapped, facing him.

"You're not fat…" he said, quite stiffly.

She blinked once.

"You're g-g-gorgeous," he said, turning away from her, a little red in the face.

The blonde's face immediately broke into a cheerful smile as she sat back down on the bed, her cheeks flushed. Her husband sat down beside her as well, still a little awkward at what had just happened between the two.

Silence ensued between the two.

"We get to know the sex of the baby tomorrow…" she claimed happily.

"Hn," said Kanata, nodding.

Seconds passed.

"What…?"

Miyu turned to him and smiled one of her most beautiful smiles and said, "Yea… Nanami said we would know it tomorrow morning…"

"Oh…" said Kanata, pushing his hand into his brunet locks, lost in thought.

"What is it that you wanted to tell me?" she asked lightly.

Kanata looked at her confused and then as realization hit him, muttered under his breath, "it's of nothing important…"

Miyu looked at him, with a frown decorating her face.

"I think you should go to bed now…" he said uncertainly as he got to his feet and walked a little stiffly towards his dressing room.

But he stopped at the door and turned to look at her.

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable with you wearing my clothes…" he said, uncertainly and asked, blood creeping up to his face, "but do you… do you wanna go shopping tomorrow…?"

She smiled at him and said, "Right after we go to the clinic".

He couldn't help but return her smile while going, "it's a date then!"

End Chapter 13

A/N: Shorter than expected… It's been a long time since I wrote this story so please no flames…

Do review though…