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August 2

Seto looked at his sandwich that sat on his desk. It was teasing him, saying eat me. His mouth watered, how he wanted it. But like every lunch for the past month he knew he would just see it again. He sighed; he didn't want to give in. Although he knew he would, so without further thought he took a bite. Forcing himself to swallow. He moaned in delight as the taste lingered on his tongue, it slid down his throat, and hit the bottom of his empty stomach. They're happy, he mentally asked. He was half way through, when the phone rang. He growled at the disturbance. Didn't other people eat lunch?

"Kaiba!" He snapped. Fuck. It was an important business relation of his. He looked at the clock; sure enough it was 1:30 in the afternoon. Sure enough lunchtime was over, and people were back at work. He'd mused so long over his sandwich that time was up. He pushed the napkin holding his sandwich aside. "Sorry, about that." He felt guilty and angry at the same time. What the fuck is wrong with me. Fuck, Kaiba, get a hold of yourself. Breath, fucking show some dignity. This is a fucking sandwich, not hot sex. Why am I angry? Damn my emotions lately. Couple deep breathes later, he was assuring his business relation that he was indeed okay, and was again apologizing for his reactions.

Some thirty minutes into the phone conference his stomach was rolling. Here it comes my sandwich. He growled inwardly in displeasure. He was pleased that these moments happened in the office, where he could play it off as some dog needing his attention. Not at home, because he knew Jou and Mokoba would worry about him. "Molly is demanding my attention. Can you hold a moment?" It was sick how he had come to stoop so low. But lying was necessary. What was worse is that people who called during these little 'demanding attention' sessions actually thought it was cute that Kabia himself owned a dog. A dog in the office of all things. Which lately he probably could have used one for all the food he wasted, not counting what he saw again. He put the conference on hold, and pulled out 'Molly' and emptied the contents of his stomach, and then some into the can. Some 10 minutes later, after disposing of the trash bag, and brushing his teeth he returned to the conference. The conference would return to normal after he apologized for the delay, and they cooed to a non-existent dog.

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August 4. Yami and Yuugi are four months pregnant, and celebrating three beautiful children turning five. With them having a birthday early in August they'd be starting school within a few days. This brought relief to the pregnant parents, and a little discomfort, as they wouldn't be constantly around them anymore. But today wasn't a day to worry; it was a day to celebrate.

Aurora smiled, and fluffed the tablecloth (the last of the party to be put together) just as Anzu and Mai had come through the door. Shortly, following those two was Honda, Jou and Seto. Atemu, Mohado, and Mana were sitting in the living room waiting patiently to be summoned to the living room. They'd learned this virtue from countless hours of being on the road, and air. After all their parents were top duelist, but not as regular as when they didn't have children. Yami had emerged from the bathroom for one of his regular hourly visits. His nausea and vomiting wasn't so much an issue as was the urinating. At one point he'd threatened to stay in there and not come out till this was over. But life goes on, and he eventually had to come out, as neither Yuugi nor Aurora would cater to a man on the toilet. Also the fact the children wouldn't come in to visit. Yuugi who only suffered from cravings and laziness was awoken from his nap with the sound of the door, and voices in the hall. He joined the group, and smiled.

The morning had come and gone quickly. It had been filled with laugher, shredded paper, and a small cake fight. One in the afternoon, the children had gone back to the living room to play with the new toys. This left a moment's piece for the adults to have a little time to chat, and catch up. Especially interested on checking up on the new bundles Yami and Yuugi were caring.

They hardly noticed that Seto hadn't really ate, just nit picked. Or the fact that Seto had glanced at his watch on the hour every hour. Like usual the internal war came to an end, and Seto indulged himself and had a sandwich. Bad luck, it didn't even make it to his stomach before threatening him. Jou squeezed his lover's hand out of concern. Finally they had taken notice, as Seto looked to loose it any moment. Seto didn't have time to react, he grabbed the nearest can and emptied the contents of his stomach, and then continued to dry heave from lack of food for the fit. He was sweating heavy, panting for air when he could.

Yami's already weak stomach squirmed as he watched Seto. It didn't take him long before he was sharing the can with Seto. Yuugi moved quickly from the room. That can wasn't big enough for the three of them. Anzu shifted to comfort Yami, Jou to comfort Seto, and Mai to comfort Yuugi. Aurora went into the living room to stop the children from coming to see what was wrong.

15 minutes later Yuugi never made it back to the kitchen; he went straight from the bathroom to lie down. Yami returned from the bathroom having brushed his teeth. He brought Seto a cold washcloth, and some mouthwash.

"You alight Seto?" Jou was rubbing his shoulders.

Seto tried to regain composure. If only this was a business conference over the phone he could have passed it off because no one would have seen his face. However, this wasn't a business conference over the phone, and there hadn't been a trash can named Molly, that every one thought was a dog, to blame it on for his absence. "Just Fuck off Jou." He growled. Lover or not he didn't want to be consoled by anyone. Tears ran down Jou's cheeks. Fuck, patch that mess up later. Seto get a hold of your self asshole. Fuck there goes my emotions again. He stood up and made for the door.

Jou looked at the door as it had closed. He slumped into the chair. He took the washcloth and wiped his own face off. "Don't worry. It's nothing. He's been going on an emotional roller coaster for a while now." He sighed.

Yami straight faced looked at Jou. He'd put one and one together to make two; after all he had had a little one in his own stomach. However, why Jou didn't know was beyond him. Maybe Seto didn't even know. "Mai and Anzu can you cheer up Jou, and in the process help Aurora entertain the children?" When they nodded he headed for the door. "I'll be right back."

Thank Rah that it was a street with only the choice of right or left, and no side roads either direction till you reached the end. Seto had taken a left out their driveway, and it only took Yami eight minutes of face paced walking to catch up to him. Slightly out of breath, but he couldn't stop. Seto noticed Yami had caught up to him, and stopped so Yami could catch his breath. "What the fuck do you want Yami?"

Yami had his hand on his stomach till his breathing was normal. He then stretched and yawned. Ignoring Seto's mood swing. "Should have joined Yuugi for that nap. Instead we are having this wonderful stroll down the street." He took a deep breath, and spun himself in a circle. He stopped when he was facing Seto again.

Seto raised a brow, and watched Yami with curiosity. To think I thought my marbles were rolling around carelessly, check out Yami's.

Seto was brought from musing further about careless marbles as Yami put a hand on Seto's shoulder. "The sooner you come to except it the easier it will be." Yami smiled.

"Except what." Seto was fighting back the urge to snap, and scream at Yami and how crazy he was.

"Jou says you've been on a emotional roller coaster for a while." Yami paused. "I bet the nausea goes right along with it. Craving anything?"

"A sandwich." Seto sighed. "Every lunch, but what is the point. Because your right, I just see it again."

"I bet your mood swings and nausea aren't without just cause." Yami smiled. "We've got an appointment with Amy tomorrow. Would you like to come with us?" That should be hint enough for Seto to form a few guesses.

Is he suggesting what I think he's suggesting. Seto rubbed his temple. "Impossible Yami." Seto muttered. "Can not happen to me..."

Yami took Seto's hand, and put it on his stomach where the last kick was. Seto looked into Yami's eyes. "Nothing is impossible." He smiled. "Now would you like to come with us tomorrow and you can find out if you are?"

"Sure. I'll clear my schedule." What the fuck is wrong with me. First I'm angry, now I'm… What am I? He growled more to himself than to Yami.

Yami chuckled. "Come on, let's get back to the house before they think we get lost."

Seto moved his hand from Yami's stomach, and forced his feet to work. "Don't tell Jou." He muttered. "Last thing I need to deal with is his excitement."

Yami shrugged. "Alright then."