:D So, I managed to finish this one too!

I hope you enjoy it. There's... no celebration? But there are mentions of one, it still counts, right? :B

Disclaimer: The usual.

(Because every day is significant.)

August 12th: Celebrations – Birthdays

For the first time in weeks, she slept peacefully.

Yamato watched her in silence, willing the night away. He smiled when he heard her sigh softly in her sleep, and had to smother a chuckle when she mumbled what sounded like a complaint. If his ears proved to be right, it sounded a lot like "Yamato, stop". Sora kicked out a leg, nearly hitting him in the process.

This time he did chuckle.

Slowly, he scooted up the bed until he could lean back onto the headboard. Yamato gazed at her with a tenderness that, if he'd been able to see it, would've shocked him. Oh, Sora told him plenty he was so capable of being gentle and tender and loving, even if he denied it nine ways to Sunday. Ironic, because he had the same problem convincing her of all her finer points, like her kindness and acceptance and her capability to love.

He grinned. They were well suited for each other.

Sora mumbled again, drawing his attention to her pouty lips, and he would've kissed them but lately she didn't take kindly to being woken up abruptly and she really needed the sleep, so. Again, she mumbled, but then smiled, and finally seemed to relax completely once more.

His eyes moved over her until he stopped at her abdomen. Her very distended abdomen. And even though he'd just gotten comfortable, he scooted slowly over the bed until he was close enough to lean into her full belly and kissed it. Slowly, he slid over the bed until he had most of his legs hanging over the edge, but could face Sora's abdomen more comfortable.

"Hey, little baby," he whispered, and laughed mutely. "It's weird to call you just baby, but your Mama is very stubborn about keeping your gender a secret. She doesn't know, and seems fine by it, but Papa wants to know… I want to know…"

There was a pause, and Yamato caressed the skin around Sora's hips gently.

"I bet you're a girl," he grinned again, "and that you're going to be very troublesome, like now. Mama's not happy she has to sleep on her side. She doesn't like that."

He bits his lower lip to stop the amused snort, because it was true. Sora hadn't stopped complaining about that after her belly got too big to sleep on her back or her front. It was amusing; because he remembered the first time they started being intimate with each other, way-back-when; the first time sharing a bed to actually sleep. He'd tried to spoon her, but Sora had kindly elbowed him in the ribs and told him, in a surprisingly gentle voice, with a tender and loving expression mixed with annoyance, that unless a certain, very specific set of conditions were met, she never slept on her side.

Yamato had blinked, once, twice, and then nodded slowly; it took him some time, but he eventually deciphered the meaning behind her statement. So, he'd agreed. And in the end, it wan't so bad, because, when those conditions weren't being met, Sora either slept sprawled half on top of him, or she let him use her as a pillow.

So, all was good.

"You'll be with us soon," he went on. "Too bad you missed your Mama's birthday; it was a disaster but she was great. She had lots of fun… It was lots of fun, what with your Uncle Taichi being his usual, exuberant self."

He rolled his eyes as he remembered the mayhem caused by Taichi, and then again but this time at himself, because he was actually picturing what the baby would do if he or she were here, listening to him. Obviously not nodding in agreement, probably sleeping and cooing.

Most likely sleeping. Or crying.

"Now, little one, we need to set some ground rules, ok?" Yamato got no answer, but it didn't stop him. "You can have Mama's boobies during the day, but they're mine during the night. Alright?"

The hand that brushed his bangs aside made him freeze for a second, but then he let out a sigh and turned to find Sora looking at him through half-lidded eyes, a sleepy smile gracing her face.

"What're you doing?"

For a moment, he thought of cracking a joke (those she found entirely unamusing), but decided against it and smiled instead. Placing one last kiss on her belly, Yamato shuffled up the bed, under the sheets and let Sora snuggle into him.

"I was talking to the baby."

Sora chuckled softly against his neck, burrowing deeper into his embrace. "That's so cute…"

She sounded so sleepy, Yamato had to wonder what woke her up.

As if sensing his inquiry, Sora said, "The baby kicked me."

"Well, the baby didn't get that from me."

Her hand slid from the place on his chest, passing over his ribs and settling on his side; he squirmed, that tickled.

"Don't make me pinch you, Yamato," she said, her voice soft, but equally threatening.

Still (and he had to wonder if perhaps their friends were right to say there had been a fixed smile on his face for months now—dammit, he had an image to uphold), his smile widened. And soon after, he felt her drifting off to sleep again. Yamato pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered a happy birthday again.

Definitely, all was good.

End.

I feel like I've been hit by ton of sweetness XD

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