This chapter's just a jabberish, jibberish, gibberish one. So sorry. :D Kinda like a filler, but it also has a key detail at the end. So yeah.

Daddy's Corner

Baby's Name: Eh? Still not getting there.

Observations about Mommy: (1.) She likes to eat chicken stir fry, breakfast, lunch, and dinner (2.) She has serious mood swing issues (3.) She's getting conscious of her weight (4.) She likes to deprive me of my daily dose of swear words (5.) She eats like there's no tomorrow (6.) She has a rate of at least 10 bathroom breaks per minute (7.) Her perfectionist side tends to show often… Yeah.

Thoughts to ponder: I'm still new to all this, so I'm quite not sure if Misaki's doing the whole pregnancy thing right. I mean, she likes to eat, and nag, a lot. She also loves living in a spic and span apartment 24/7, to the extent of duplicating herself to do the job better and faster. And well, you get the picture…

13 Weeks

Misaki squeezed Tsubasa's hand as he stood beside her bed in the ultrasound room. It was her first time, so they were both quite nervous.

The doctor just started to apply some cold gel to Misaki's bare tummy and spread it around with a transducer thing that was attached to the main CPU of the machine. She shivered. Tsubasa held her hand tighter and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Hmm…hmm…" The doctor continued to slide the contraption across Misaki's tummy.

"Ah, found it." He murmured.

"Oh, and there's the heartbeat, see?" He added with a smile while pointing out a tiny fluttering object on the screen.

"OH!" Misaki got surprised, and at the same time, the baby-like figure stirred in its position. The doctor chuckled.

"Is that a - ?" Tsubasa asked.

"Yes, yes it is."

"So there's really a baby inside of me, huh?"

"Yup."

"No turning back now?"

"Nope."

"That's good." Misaki grinned at Tsubasa.

[The next day…]

"Ugh, Yori, tell them I wouldn't be able to make it to work today."

"Ok, Misaki-sensei. Got a bad case of morning sickness, huh?"

"Uh huh. I hope the kids can understand."

"It's ok, we'll have Kimi fill in for you today."

"Thanks, Yori, you're the best."

"I already know that." Soft giggling came from the receiver.

"Alright, alright, don't get too caught up in the moment. Thanks, bye." Misaki chuckled a bit.

"K'bye."

Later that day, after lying on the bed for awhile, Misaki got bored and started to clean the small apartment, not by herself, but with the help of four more Misaki duplicates.

"Ok, number 1, you scrub the tiles and the bathtub. Number 2, you do the laundry and hang some of the clothes outside on the rooftop. Number 3's gonna dust the furniture and help number 1 with the scrubbing duties after she's done dusting, and number 4, you clean up, ok? Which leaves me to the cooking and watering the plants. Alright?"

"Wait, wait, wait." A Misaki clone raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"How are we supposed to know who's who?"

"Well, that's simple. Number 1", the real Misaki pointed to a clone sitting on the couch, "Number 2," she looked at a duplicate that was leaning on the wall, "Number 3, don't touch that," she apprehended the Misaki clone that was tinkering with her mom's favorite vase, "And number 4, where are you?", Misaki started to look around.

"Here I am!" A clone suddenly popped out from somewhere behind the drapes.

"Ok, so are we all ready?" Misaki glanced at all of them.

"Wait!" Misaki clone number 1 cut in.

"What is it?"

"Why do I get the hardest job while the other clones get to do all the easy ones?!" She screamed in protest.

"Well, actually, all your jobs are just as challenging as the other. For example, with a rate of thirty-clothes-hung-per-minute neighbors, it's gonna be tough for number 2. Number 3's also gonna help you out number 1, so that'll be fair. And number 4, well, let's say this apartment's going to need some heavy duty cleaning, am I right?"

"Yup."

"But how about you? Your job's easy-peasy."

"With a 50 year-old stove top? I think not."

"Ok."

"Alright girls, let's get to work."

After cleaning the apartment, Misaki rounded up her clones and bid them farewell until the next cleaning duty.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…." Misaki exhaustedly plopped down the bed. Then she remembered what clone number 4 was telling her about awhile ago…

"Misaki-san, who's this?" Clone number 4 suddenly held out a frame with a picture of Kaname and Tsubasa in it when they were younger.

"Oh him. He's Kaname, our best friend. And he's just the same age as us."

"Oh. Well, he's pretty good looking and he kind of reminds me of a prince." The cloned beamed at her. Misaki weakly smiled back, 'She doesn't even know the half of it', she thought sadly.

She didn't know why she suddenly remembered Kaname at the moment, but since she was bored, she figured she had nothing else better to do.

So she turned over and picked up her cellphone, then dialed in his number. The phone rang four times until a hoarse voice answered it.

"Hello? 'cough' Misaki?"

"Hey Kaname!"

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I guess I just needed someone to talk to."

"Really? Well, ok then." He laughed weakly, then coughed loudly right after.

Misaki rolled over again, then closed her eyes as she babbled on. Kaname, on the other hand, listened intently and thoughtfully from the other line, making side comments from time to time. Then, they just talked.

Minutes, then hours, days, until finally, weeks passed by. Misaki had found something to look forward to every time she got home from work or when she was on leave. And when Tsubasa came home late, he'd wonder if the mood swings finally got a hold of Misaki since she won't rant at him every time he went overtime. Well, sometimes she did, but Tsubasa knew it was Kaname who always made Misaki feel better.

A whole lot better.

I really like Kaname, do you? That's why I included him here. Hihi. R&R, kindly. :D