Instead of being awoken by the usual sunlight running across his face, Ranma was greeted with an object hurled at his head. With the grace of a newborn calf he managed to scramble up and grabbed ahold of the object which just happened to be a pillow. He dropped to the floor, still tired from the small amount of sleep he received the night before. Standing above him was a Akane who looked down on him disapprovingly as he lazily awoke.

Akane had grown out especially now that she was eight months along. With her form she looked like a mother with her hair dropping down just above her chin, and her hand supporting her stomach. She even had 'the look' going on. Ranma had deemed 'the look' as the expression of extreme distain she loved giving the poor boy. And right now she was giving him 'the look.' Akane reached down to pick up the pillow and tossed it on top of the bed. She proceeded to sit down on the bed and look down at Ranma once more.

Ranma sat up, moving in front of Akane, and placed his hands over her stomach. It had become a daily occurrence since the baby had begun to move around as much as it had. They were still in the argument of whether it was a boy or a girl, but Akane knew. She just kept it a secret from Ranma because he had asked her to. Ranma ran his hand across her stomach, smoothing out the cloth covering it. She had grown so much in just a short amount of time.

"Morning," Ranma almost whispered to her stomach.

Akane leaned back making her look larger than she was, "You need to get ready for school."

Yes, Ranma thought. School was something Akane wanted to go to more than anything. But a recent cold had knocked her out and forced her on bed rest. And as much as Akane had disagreed to the action she had allowed it. The past two months had given her a more motherly outlook, much to Ranma's surprise. She had grown slightly calmer as the months moved along, which was purely because she was tired. Her morning sickness had finally lightened up and she craved nothing but okonomyaki. It wasn't an odd craving like they had been expecting, but the craving itself was extreme as in she would cry if she did not have it. Her emotions were on high over anything negative or positive that occurred. And Ranma gladly took time to get ready for school even though he himself did not entirely approve of it.

Ranma finally stood up, stretching and taking in the morning light. Today was the final day before winter break and he had been looking forward to it. With the nights going as they did he had gotten little to no sleep. And especially with Akane waking up in the middle of the night had brought him discomfort. He had grown accustomed to her warmth next to him and when she wasn't around he missed her even in his sleep. It was weird. Not sleeping next to someone only to wake up and find her meditating in the practice room. He hoped today was one of those days, but it wasn't. Today he was going to get bitched at. And he did. The entire time he was getting dressed she harassed him about his hair, his inability to wear a school uniform, and his overall existence.

Ranma already knew today wouldn't be his day. He was awaken by being hit in the face and was verbally harassed by his pregnant wife until he walked out the door. On his way to school he was splashed with cold water causing him to transform. Oh, how he loved the curse (sarcasm, of course). Luckily Ukyo had approached him with warm water splashing him over the head with it, she greeted him.

"Do you think your kid will get confused over who's mom and who's dad," She asked. Everyone and their mom knew about Akane's pregnancy now. It had been a topic when they first found out, but rumors only lasted a few days.

"I know he will," Ranma smiled at his childhood friend.

"So sure it's a boy," Ukyo teased, pinching his cheeks.

Ranma sighed. He wished it was going to be a boy. That would mean he could understand it. He knew boys, knew how to treat them, and knew to not threaten seppuku for not being manly enough. It was something he could deal with. Thus brought another wave of depression to him just thinking about the kid. What if it was a girl? How would he manage? Sure, he had Akane there to be the mother, but she wasn't all that feminine. Thinking about the child made Ranma ill to his stomach, something Soun and Genma had joked about as him experiencing the pregnancy. Ranma blew it off and continued joking around with Ukyo.

The remainder of the day went dragged along. Nothing exciting and nothing new happened. It was the same repetitive lecture with the same annoying people popping in for Ranma. And by the time school let out he allowed himself time to wonder, taking a longer route home. It was a route he and Akane had discovered one day when they had first gotten married. Nothing too grand, and no dirty secrets behind it. They had been exploring and taking the detour allowed Ranma to ease his mind. By the time he reached home everything seemed eerily calm. His hands behind his head, he walked into the house.

"Yo, Akane?" He asked, but the sound he got was disgruntled. "Akane," He called out again.

He heard a slight hitch in breath before he heard his name, "R- Ranma," it called out to him.

Ranma dropped his bag to the floor before rushing to the sound. Inside the bathroom he was greeted with Akane clutching her stomach, crying on the tiled floor. Blood gushed out underneath her, some of it on her free hand. She shook with tears in her eyes as she looked up at Ranma.

"Help," She managed out.

Okay, super short. But New Years and I know how it's going to end but lazy.

Anyways, excuse mistakes. Not the most sober person in the world as I write, but heh, when am I? Anyway, I hope everyone is happy and healthy and beautiful. If you are none then you should be... Or at least try to be happy.