{ Disclaimer::: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou }

munch007 :::; I am really glad you like my story, this (Accepting Love) is my first story ppl have actually asked for a sequel (Castle Chaos)…Blood being the baby…? Hmm…dunno…that would be a surprising twist…time will tell.

jspgnh1234 :::; It is scary, guess that is why Yuuri was so shaken…In my opinion I say Yuuri is the mama since he is the one the child is within lol

Chew it Over with Twix :::; I'm glad you love my story sooo much…just don't get married to it, K? jkjk ^-^

NatsumiMichiko :::; True. The baby will be very powerful…but that's not always a good thing…lol oh, and as for Murata and Shinou…? Um…I do wonder…

Come-and-Gone :::; I don't see why ½ Mazoku males can't have children either, I'm looking into it, really, with NO help from Murata *Glares at the sage* *Murata blinks, acting innocently.* Yep, poor Yuu-Chan, no matter what, Wolfie will forever be twisting his words and use them against the poor young king.

chochowilliams :::; I wouldn't trust Anissina either! lol and yeah, I guess the child will be…^-^

Gwendal sat at his desk signing the papers Yuuri had left undone. He didn't want to do the paper work, but with his mother and Gunter on lock-down duty, there wasn't anything else for him to do.

Since he was now pregnant, he wasn't aloud to have his sword, because if he did, he would try to go train along side Conrad, which both Gunter and Celi, had told him was completely out.

Every other so minute Gunter or Cheri or Greta would come to check on him and make sure he wasn't doing anything that would hurt him or his baby.

His mother had even begun working on another nursery for a baby that wasn't even far enough along to even kick. He had been asked many questions about what color and he had ignored them all.

He wasn't cut out for this. He wasn't meant to be a 'mother', Gunter was more suited to bare. Gwendal sighed and shook his head slowly.

Gunter had been in here over an hour or so ago saying something about wanting their child to be a little girl, he would be happy with a boy but wanted a girl, Gwendal had tuned him out after that.

Gwendal took in a deep breath, his life was becoming far to chaotic for his liking. First, his baby brother and his king conceive, and that resulted in many horrible events which cased his blood pressure to rise, then now, he becomes pregnant by Gunter's hand and that annoys him like no other.

"Damn…why did I ever let him top?"

"Uncle?"

Gwendal snapped his head up, a bright blush across his nose, to see Greta standing in the doorway with a wide smile on her face. "Mama Cheri told me to come check on you. How are you doing?"

Gwendal shook his head, wondering if she had heard him or not. "Uncle. I'm worried about you…"

"Why is that?" He asked, sighing.

"Well, Your face is red. And, you've been staying away from Gunter for a few days and you're looking more grumpy, remember? Papa Yuuri was apart from Papa Wolfram and then he…"

"I'm fine. That won't happen."

"You sure?"

"Goodbye Greta." She smiled and nodded, leaving the room slowly, shutting the door softly.

His right eye twitched and he stopped his writing, looking up from his desk to the closed door of the office, he stood, hands on the desk.

"Gunter! Leave!" He heard a thump, which meant Gunter had fallen over in surprise, since the man thought he was a such good sneak, which he wasn't.

After a moment, Gwendal took his seat and closed his eyes. He really shouldn't be this tired this early in his pregnancy…should he?

Well, Yuuri had been, but he was only half-demon, so maybe he was affected differently, then again…half can't conceive, only reason Yuuri did was because of Blood…,

Gwendal let his head fall to the desk and he kicked the desk with his foot, he was becoming frustrated, but he didn't want to see Gunter…he was to upset with the dramatic man.

Conrad lay in bed, his head still hurt from Anissina's crazy invention. He lay on his side, facing the room, his back to the wall.

The curtains covered his windows, blocking out the light, it hurt his eyes. He hadn't gotten out of bed all day, he had awoken around four AM but had refused to get up. No one had come to look for him, or maybe they had, he had fallen back asleep a few times.

"Captain?" Conrad turned his head into his pillow and grunted, meaning for Yozak to leave but the man just shook his head and walked to the man on the bed.

"Why so down?"

"I'm still in pain from Anissina's invention."

Yozak titled his head and sat down on the bed slowly. "That was a week ago."

"I know!" Conrad lifted his head to train angry brown eyes to the man beside him. "That's what I don't get!" Wincing from the pain of the headache, he let his head fall back to his pillow.

"Come on." Yozak stood, reaching to pull the other to his feet.

"What? No! Where?"

Yozak swallowed a laugh but Conrad smacked him anyway. "And that will not count as a proposal."

Rolling his blue eyes, Yozak laughed. "I'm taking you to Gisela, since you are in pain."

"I do not need a doctor. I need you to get the hell away from me."

"Don't blame me. I didn't stick wires to your head." Yozak defended, dropping Conrad's wrist, and crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, but you didn't stop Anissina." Conrad shot back, lifting his head to look at the man with a glare in his brown eyes. "All because of this stupid wanting of a child. You should know that I cannot and neither are you able to bare a child. Nothing will ever change that."

"Well." Yozak said, stepping away from Conrad. "Sorry for wanting a child with you." Turning, he opened the wooden door and left the room after that, saying nothing else. The hurt clear in his eyes, face and voice.

"Yozak…" Conrad knew his mistake and look down to his pillow, feeling horrible about what he had said.

Yuuri sat on the bed in Gisela's office, his eyes on his near flat stomach. The event from the week before replayed in his head, the wings of fire, the strange glow of his eyes, the blue fire. Blinking, Yuuri sucked in a deep breath. He couldn't believe his baby would have that much power.

Blood…?

No answer. Was he sleeping? Busy? Ignoring him? No. He always answered.

Blood? Are you there?

Yes. What is it?

My baby…that power…

I do not know. Though I do agree, your son is very powerful.

Why do you and Wolfram both say my child is a boy?

Are you wanting a girl?

I don't mind which gender my baby is…

Then why does it matter?

Never mind.

"Heika?" Gisela's voice was soft and calming, tender even. She pulled the white curtain back to walk into the small space where the bed Yuuri was currently sitting on and a single chair was.

"Y-yes?" Yuuri answered, more like stammered, as he turned his head to look at the green-haired woman.

"Well, you and your baby are perfectly well. In perfect health."

Yuuri sighed in relief, his black eyes closing.

"And, I have more happy news."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Would you like to know the gender of the baby?"

Yuuri's eyes opened wide, well, he was far enough along, seven months along, so it wasn't as if it should of surprised him that they could find out.

He nodded, he could tell Wolfram when he came back from training.

Murata stood in the large library, hands on his hips, his head titled up, looking at the tall book shelf. He didn't remember why he was in the Hall of Books, but he knew he had come for a reason, now if only he could remember said reason.

He saw a book on a high shelf he couldn't reach. He placed one foot on the second shelf and his hand on the fifth, he reached his other hand up further, to the ninth shelf, he grabbed the book just as the second shelf snapped beneath his foot, then the fifth shelf snapped and he fell.

All books from shelf two, five and nine fell onto and around him. He lay on his back, looking up, his black eye widened as many books came his way, as if in slow motion. He rolled over quickly so his face wouldn't be hit.

"Itai…that hurt…" He muttered to himself as he pushed himself to his knees. "Old faulty book cases." He grumbled as he stood, the book he had wanted now lost on the sea of books gravity had bestowed upon him.

"Oh, come on!" He gasped, eyes wide, glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

"Geika?!" Two women with swords ran into the Hall of Books, looking around for what had caused the sage stress.

"Ah, it's alright!" Murata said, smiling like an idiot. "Just an avalanche of books."

The women sighed, closing their eyes and shook their heads. Opening their eyes, they lifted their heads to look at Murata, smiling at him. "We will leave you to your reading."

Murata kept his smile on his face untill they left then sighed and did a face plant to the pile, mountain, of books. "Itai…" He said a moment after he hit the books. "That was not smart of me…"

Yuuri was tired and all he wanted was some sleep. When he walked into his room, He saw Wolfram was already there.

The blonde was still dressed in his blue uniform, he was standing by the bed with clothes all around but he wasn't changing, instead, he was packing…two bags if Yuuri's mind could still perform simple math correctly.

"Hay Wolf." Yuuri greeted, kind of mumbled really, as he walked to Wolfram and sat beside said bags and clothes being packed.

Wolfram looked at Yuuri, "I thought you had paperwork to sign."

Yuuri nodded, helping Wolfram by folding a pair of pants. "I did. But I stopped a few hours ago to go see Gisela."

Wolfram stopped packing, moving to stand in front of the young king. "Why? Are you sick?" Wolfram placed a hand on Yuuri's forehead gently, feeling for a temperature.

Yuuri smiled tiredly. "No no. I'm not sick. I do feel really tired though." He yawned the final sentence. "But that isn't why I went. I had wanted to check on the baby. I didn't know if using all that power hurt him or not."

"Or her."

Yuuri smiled his goofy grin and shook his head. "Nope. Gisela confirmed. It's a boy." Instead of looking happy, emerald eyes narrowed. Yuuri blinked then lifted his shoulder untill they were almost at his ears.

He, in some part of his mind, had known the blonde would have re-acted this way, but Yuuri had told himself differently.

Yuuri then crawled away the best he could, he was doing the 'crab-walk' but he was tired so he looked like a ridicules drunk, his black eyes large and playfully afraid.

"Why so unhappy?" He asked, stilling when his ankle was captured by Wolfram's hand.

"Why didn't you come tell me sooner? Or better yet, wait untill I could have been there to hear the news with you?"

Yuuri looked confused and apologetic at the same time. "Wolf…I'm sorry…You were busy and I didn't want to interrupt…I didn't think you'd be mad…" Yuuri looked down, the last sentence said almost silently, but the blonde had heard.

Yuuri let his black eyes fall to the side, looking away from Wolfram. "I'm sorry." He wasn't doing anything right these days of late.

"I'm sorry." Yuuri murmured again almost sadly and crawled off the bed, wanting to leave the room, he did have paper work he could go do.

Wolfram sighed and reached Yuuri before said person reached the door. Wrapping his arms around the other, he rested his cheek on top of Yuuri's head.

"You've gotten taller than me again." Yuuri's words were small, soft, whispers. The last word even slurred a little. The longer he stood, the more tired he became.

Wolfram blinked and pulled back, he was taller than Yuuri, wasn't the first time, but Yuuri had gotten taller a while ago, he smiled as Yuuri turned, still looking a bit sad. "I haven't been doing much of anything right these days."

"What?" Wolfram asked, tilting his head.

"I told my parents about our child without you there, I found out the gender of our baby without you there, I didn't pay enough attention to your question about bringing my parents for our wedding, making you mad and believing I didn't care," Yuuri looked away from Wolfram's emerald eyes. "I just can't do anything without making you upset..."

The tears in Yuuri's voice were clear. Wolfram waited a moment, sure enough, he had been right, Yuuri broke into a fit of tears.

Pulling the boy back into his arms, Yuuri continued, though of course, Wolfram understood why. "Yuuri," Wolfram didn't know what to say, so he let his hand stoke Yuuri's head softly. "I'm not upset with you. I was, but you didn't do anything wrong."

Yuuri seemed to take the comfort as his tears lessened, but didn't stop. "You emotional is very different, I'm used to you always being or acting happy," Smiling, then added in a small voice but made sure Yuuri could hear, "or acting like a dork."

This comment earned Wolfram a thump on the chest, but it also got Yuuri's crying fit to end, he lifted his eyes ringed red from crying to look into emerald eyes. "At least you didn't say wimp."

Wolfram blinked, suppressing a laugh the best he could and thought back. Shrugging, Wolfram answered with a smile. "Dork, wimp, you are both."

"Not a wimp!" Yuuri wined but he was smiling, his black eyes sliding to the bed. "Why are you packing? Are you going somewhere?"

Wolfram nodded. "Why two bags?"

"Yuuri. You and I are going to go visit your parents, you said we are going to tell them."

Yuuri turned his head to look up at Wolfram again. Oh. That's right. Blood had taken his families memories of him telling them about the baby, Yuuri pouted and sighed heavily. He hadn't thought about how to tell them, last time hadn't gone well.

"Hay, Wolf?"

Wolfram had returned to the bed to finish packing. "Yuuri?"

"My mom is going to want to know our baby name."

Wolfram placed a few folded shirts in one bag and titled his head towards Yuuri. "I said I like Kei."

Yuuri pouted. "But Micah is a cuter name."

"Yuuri…"

"Don't say my name like that."

Wolfram raised an eyebrow and looked at Yuuri, his emerald eyes never once blinking. "My mother agrees with you Yuuri, so why don't we see what your mother thinks and decided that way?"

Yuuri thought for a moment, titling his head up. "What if she agrees with you?" He lowered his head to look at his soon-to-husband.

"That would be a problem." Wolfram answered with a sigh, setting the two bags down on the floor once all packed. "How about Greta breaks the tie should there be one?"

Before Yuuri could answer; "What tie am I breaking?" Both boys turned to see their daughter, smiling in the doorway.

Yuuri smiled back at her. "Which name for your baby brother is best? Micah or Kei?" Wolfram asked, sitting on the bed as Greta skipped over.

Sitting on the bed, she kicked her feet back and forth in thought. "Personally, I like them both. But if I have to pick only one…I think Micah is really cute."

Wolfram sighed and fell onto his back. "What is it with the two of you and cute things?" Wolfram blinked and saw Yuuri's face above his own. Yuuri sat at Wolfram's head, smiling. "Dunno. But I guess that's just another reason I love you."

Wolfram blushed, Greta giggled and Yuuri placed a kiss to the blonde's forehead.

A/N::: I know it is short but I don't have anything else for this chapter. ( Sorry this chap. Isn't chaotic like the others. )

Also, I understand the poll results had Kei winning and Micah in close second, so I'm letting the characters have a say too. I personally like Micah but only because I've already planned the look of him and I say Micah fits best. lol

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