A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update. Please forgive me!! This chapter was harder to type than I thought, so I'm also sorry for how lame it is.

Though, I am really motivated by all your kind reviews. If it wasn't for you guys, I think I would've just gave up on this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Warning: There's one or two sentences of somewhat lemon. Its really nothing. But, if you must cover your eyes and run away, I put a big fat WARNING as to where the "lemon" starts and ends.

And Yet

Special Circumstances

"I-I'm so sorry!!!!" Sakuno shrieked.

Birds flew out of their nests. Strangers stared at the scene and walked away.

Ryoma smirked. He loved how Sakuno was freaking out over such a petite thing. Okay, so maybe if the throw-up had landed a few centimeters closer and hit his back, he might've been just a wee bit aggravated. But, it didn't… and he found his flustered girlfriend quite amusing.

"Ne, Sakuno…" Ryoma said calmly.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Sakuno shook Ryoma's shoulders.

Ryoma's white cap slid of his head, landing smack in the greenish yellow puddle of puke.

Sakuno continued to shake Ryoma senseless. "THIS IS BAD!"

"I know. I just bought that cap." Ryoma huffed.

"NO. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOUR CAP!" Sakuno panicked.

"Is this because you threw up?" Ryoma asked.

"NO! That's normal. It's the wedding!! How am I going to look good in a wedding dress if I'm PREGNANT??" Sakuno yelped.

Ryoma stared at Sakuno. "You're kidding."

"Ryoma, I'm not joking around! This is important!" Sakuno continued.

Ryoma didn't understand Sakuno's actions at all. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe the baby was some super fashion dork and wanted to look good even if no one could actually see them. Or maybe the baby just liked messing with Sakuno's brain. But Ryoma had no real conclusion for this.

Damn. Now I'm going to have to buy that Pregnancy for Dummies book.

"We'll need a tailor… or we could have it after—no. Unless we… or I could suck in my stomach—but is that even possible?" Sakuno rambled on and on.

Plucking his cap out of the throw-up, Ryoma carefully placed it in a nearby trashcan. He walked over to unlock the car and beeped at Sakuno to get in.

"I like blue, but white is more traditional. Do you like traditional, Ryoma?" Sakuno asked as she opened the door and slid into the seat.

Ryoma glanced at Sakuno and turned back to face the road.

"Ryoma?! Are you listening to me? You better turn that fat head of yours from the damn road and listen to me!!!" Sakuno smacked the dashboard.

Ryoma stared at her in amazement. He pulled over and Sakuno continued to whine even more.

"Why are we pulling over?!!! We don't have a flat tire! And your gas tank is full! If you don't want to drive, I'll drive! MOVE!" Sakuno shoved Ryoma.

Ryoma wished so much he had paid attention in health class. What was it his teacher called it again? Mood swings? Were they deadly?

"RYOMA!!!" Sakuno started to cry. "I don't wanna drive anymore!!! Where are my olives? I told you I wanted olives!!"

"Sakuno. Calm down. You never said anything about olives." Ryoma tried to get her to stay in the seat. Apparently seat belts weren't enough to restrain crazy pregnant woman.

"I want my olives!" Sakuno demanded, her tears had evaporated and turned into fury.

"Shhh. I'll get your olives when we get back. Ok?" Ryoma tried to remain patient.

"O-Ok. But you don't have to get them if you don't want. I-I can buy them myself." Sakuno said shyly.

Ryoma was about to get back on the highway, and he suddenly jerked back behind the white line.

"What?" Ryoma looked at Sakuno suspiciously.

"I said it's okay if you don't get the olives." Sakuno repeated, feeling ashamed.

Ryoma was speechless. Was she not just trying to shove him out of the car a minute ago?

"Mada mada dane, Sakuno." Ryoma smirked.

Well, at least that episode was over. But Ryoma had gotten a pretty good glimpse of what Sakuno was like when she was having her "moment".

On the way back to the Ryuuzaki residence, Ryoma made a few mental notes.

Buy pregnancy books.

Buy new cap.

Don't pull over.

Don't ignore Sakuno.

BUY OLIVES!

-PLOP-

Sakuno kneeled in front of the toilet as chunk after chunk of her dinner from the night before spewed out of her mouth.

"Sakuno?" Sumire called from downstairs. "Are you okay?"

"H-Hai. I'm fi---

-PLOP-

…fine."

Sumire hurried into the upstairs bathroom. She saw Sakuno leaned against a cabinet, breathing heavily. Her forehead was soaked with sweat and she looked terribly pale.

"O-Ohayou, obaa-chan." Sakuno whispered.

Sumire wondered what had happened to Sakuno overnight. The night before, Sakuno had come home, almost skipping. She wouldn't stop smiling. She kept on muttering 'Ryoma-kun', followed by a sigh, and an even bigger smile.

FLASHBACK

"OBAA-CHAN!" Sakuno flung in through the doors.

"Yes?" Sumire replied from the living room.

Sakuno scrambled into the room, with Ryoma in tow.

"Oh, hi, Ryoma." Sumire said.

"Hi." Ryoma replied. Just a minute ago Sakuno was so shy she wouldn't even look at him, and now she was so hyper he was afraid she would go into labor.

"I'M ENGAGED!" Sakuno brought Ryoma to the couch and curled up next to him. She fell asleep in an instant.

Ryoma didn't know what to do anymore. He had no idea how he was to deal with these sudden mood swings. It was driving him crazy.

Sumire chuckled. "Confused, Ryoma?"

"You have no idea." Ryoma grunted.

"It's normal. You're just going to have to get used to it. I remember when Sakuno's mother was pregnant, she was smashing dishes and ripping apart pillows. Then, when you gave her this broccoli-cheddar smoothie, she'd calm down and start gluing all the plates and sewing all the pillows back together. Her father was stunned. He ended up bringing her to a therapist, which just made it all the worse. She was kicked out for 'extreme physical contact' and her father had to pay five-hundred dollars in damages." Sumire smirked when she saw Ryoma's terrified expression.

Sumire laughed. "Don't worry. I don't think Sakuno's mood swings are that severe."

"Y-yeah." Ryoma replied.

"So… you proposed to her? Did you ever get my permission?" Sumire said slyly.

Ryoma shrugged. "I don't need permission from you."

"Oh really? Then who's covering all the expenses in this wedding?" Sumire interrogated further.

"Me." Ryoma replied, nonchalantly.

"How?"

"I have more money than you think."

"Who's planning it?"

"Wedding planner."

"Who's going to pick the dress?"

"Her."

"You're going to need it altered."

"Tailor."

"Does your family know about this?"

"Yeah."

"Are they going to be there?"

"Yeah. Except oyaji."

"Why?"

"You should know."

"Who's going to walk Sakuno down the aisle? Her father is already deceased."

Silence.

"I could walk her."

"Then walk her."

"What if I'm not going?"

"Paid actor."

"Why you—"

Sakuno stirred against Ryoma's shoulder. Suddenly, her eyes flipped open.

"OLIVE!" She ran into the kitchen and swung open the refrigerator door. She came back into the living room, carrying a jar of olives.

Ryoma and Sumire sweatdropped.

"What? They're good." Sakuno replied.

"I have to go." Ryoma muttered and headed towards the door.

"Wait." Sakuno put her olives down and followed Ryoma to the door. She waited for him to finish putting his shoes on, and when he lifted his head up, she caught his lips and smiled. "Oyasumi."

Ryoma smiled. At least from now until the end of the pregnancy, he'd still receive flashes of Sakuno's real self. Not that he didn't love Sakuno when she was being moody. He knew she couldn't control it, and he didn't blame her either. Truthfully, part of it was his fault too. It was just relaxing to be with Sakuno when she would just smile and nod. Or the times where she would kiss him on the cheek and whisper I love you in his ear. Those were the times Ryoma treasured most. And now, Ryoma had to make sure he literally locked up each and every moment Sakuno was normal. Because those moments won't be coming around so easily for many months.

Sumire watched them from the living room. You two still have such a long journey ahead. She thought.

END FLASHBACK

Sumire helped Sakuno up. "I'm going to give you some medicine." She said, worriedly.

"It's okay. I-I'm fine." Sakuno said, shakily.

"No. You're not. If you were older and stronger, this would be normal. But you're young and weak, and all this morning sickness could hurt your body." Sumire explained, as she slowly walked Sakuno downstairs.

"Arigatou, obaa-chan."

Sumire searched through the medicine cabinet. She took out a small, glass vile and took out two pills.

"Here." She placed them into Sakuno's hand and watched as Sakuno carefully swallowed them.

"Thanks." Sakuno hugged Sumire.

-DING-

Sakuno figured she probably couldn't run to the door, so she power walked to the door. She opened the mahogany door and smiled.

"Who is it?" Sumire asked from the kitchen.

"Ryoma." Sakuno replied.

"Hey." Ryoma greeted Sakuno.

"What are you doing here?" Sakuno asked.

Ryoma smirked. "You forgot?"

"Forgot? What did I forget?" Sakuno asked, puzzled.

"Appointment." Ryoma said.

"OH NO!! I totally forgot!!" Sakuno exclaimed, and power walked upstairs. She was headed for her room, but quickly changed course and turned towards the bathroom.

-PLOP-

She ran out of the bathroom, looking paler than before, and dashed into her room. Sakuno came out of her room wearing a floral skirt and a light yellow T. She began to walk downstairs, when she suddenly headed towards the bathroom again.

-PLOP-

This time, Sakuno came out, looking scarier than a ghost. She carefully walked downstairs, and stood in front of Ryoma.

"R-Ready?" She tried to catch her breath.

"Did you just throw up? Are you okay?" Ryoma asked, worriedly.

"She's been at it all morning. I gave her some medicine, but I don't think its working." Sumire popped her head out from the kitchen.

"I'm fine." Sakuno stated.

"You sure?" Ryoma asked, as he stroked Sakuno's hair.

"Yeah. Besides, the doctor will take care of everything when we get there."

"Ok."

"We're leaving, obaa-chan!" Sakuno called.

"Be careful!" Sumire called back.

Ryoma walked Sakuno to the car and helped her get in. He opened the trunk and got out a brown paper bag and jar of olives. He handed them to Sakuno.

"Arigatou-gozaimasu Ryoma!!" Sakuno hugged the jar as she smiled from ear-to-ear.

"Make sure you keep that bag with you." Ryoma warned.

"Haaii." Sakuno sighed.

After an hour of regular couple talk, Ryoma pulled into the parking lot of the Jekei Hospital. "We're here."

Sakuno nodded, and waited for Ryoma to come around to help her out of the seat.

Ryoma opened the door and offered a hand. Sakuno took it, and Ryoma heaved her out.

"I'm so sorry you had to do that." Sakuno apologized.

Ryoma gently moved his fingertips over Sakuno's stomach. "I wanted to."

Ryoma and Sakuno walked into the hospital. The smells of new plastic and hand sanitizers filled the air. Sakuno checked in, and a nurse motioned for her to follow. Ryoma followed Sakuno and the nurse into a small room.

The nurse opened the cabinets and took out a paper gown. "Take off your clothes and put this on. The doctor will be in here in a minute." She swiftly walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Sakuno looked at Ryoma and shrugged. She began taking off her T-shirt knowing full well that Ryoma was watching.

WARNING

Ryoma smirked. He came up behind her, and tugged the shirt off. Ryoma held her from behind and rubbed her stomach as he planted kisses up and down her neck.

Sakuno moaned when Ryoma unclipped her bra and began massaging her breasts.

Completely oblivious to the fact that they were still in the doctor's office, Ryoma slid off Sakuno's skirt and sat her on the plastic bed. Then he remembered Sakuno's condition, and sighed disappointedly. He reached for the gown instead and wrapped it around her.

Sakuno wasn't satisfied though. She reached up to bring Ryoma's lips in. Maybe this was another mood swing, because Sakuno suddenly had an urge to make love to him, despite her pregnancy.

END WARNING

-Knock knock- "Can I come in?" A man's voice vibrated from behind the door.

Ryoma quickly backed away, smirking.

Sakuno blushed. "Y-yeah."

The doctor slowly came in. He seemed to be in his late fifties. His face was heavily wrinkled, and there were huge bags underneath his eyes. Pinned on to his white lab was the name, 'Dr. Sato.'

"Hello." Dr. Sato smiled.

"Hi." Sakuno replied.

Ryoma just nodded.

"According to this paper, you two are here to find out the gender of your baby." Dr. Sato read from the form Sakuno handed in.

"Hai." Sakuno nodded. "Can I also ask you some questions?"

"Sure." Dr. Sato walked over to Sakuno. He rolled a machine out from a corner of the room, and placed it next to Sakuno. Then, he attached two pads and put them on top of Sakuno's gown. The machine beeped, and he removed them.

"Ano.. I've been throwing up a lot recently." Sakuno explained.

"I see. Well, lets check on your baby first, then I'll explain everything." Dr. Sato was about to open Sakuno's gown, when Ryoma's lightning fast reflexes kicked in, and he knocked his hand away.

"Don't touch." Ryoma demanded.

"Ryoma, he's the doctor." Sakuno stroked Ryoma's hand.

"I just need to check how she's coming along." Dr. Sato explained. Then he took a longer glance at Ryoma's face.

"Y-You're Ryoma Echizen!" He exclaimed.

"So what if I am?" Ryoma scowled. He was still pretty pissed that this hundred year old geezer was actually going to look inside Sakuno's gown.

"I-I… You're fa-famous. I-I'm your number one fan!" Dr. Sato unrolled one of his sleeves and there, tattooed on his arm, was a picture of Ryoma holding a tennis racket.

Sakuno had to pinch herself to keep from laughing.

Ryoma blinked. Ew.

He shoved the doctor out of the room and locked the door. Then, Ryoma took out his cell phone and called his manager.

"Ryoma?"

"Yeah. Its me."

"What do you need?"

"A doctor. A female doctor."

"Why?"

"Just get me the best female doctor you can find and tell her to come to the Jekei Hospital."

"Ok, but why?"

"JUST DO IT." Ryoma demanded and hung up.

"Ryoma?" Sakuno whispered from the bed.

"She'll be here soon." Ryoma promised.

"No. It's not that. I accidentally touched that button, and this picture printed out." Sakuno pointed at the machine Dr. Sato had used. She handed the picture to Ryoma.

"I think this is the baby."

Ryoma held the black and white picture in his hand. All he saw was blobs. "Really?"

"Yeah. See look. That's the head and that's the body, I think." Sakuno pointed to places in the picture, but all Ryoma saw was blob after blob.

Then, where Sakuno had pointed to the body, he saw something else.

Ryoma stared at it for a while and realization finally hit him. "Is that a—"

"It is. Ryoma, we're having a boy." Sakuno smiled.

A/N: HAHA. I feel so embarrased to put this chapter out. I'm sorry for the stupid -PLOP- sound effect. I just couldn't think of what throw-up would sound like, so I kinda just put in a random word. teehee. -runs and hides from tomatoes and such-

I'm also not very familiar with what happens during a pregnancy. I sort of just assumed it and related it to whatever I learned in health. If any of my info is wrong, feel free to correct me.

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