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My father's appearance threw me off guard, for sure. Standing there in my hoodie, I looked at him in shock, allowing him to come in. His face looked... I don't know. Platonic maybe? I couldn't tell. He went over to the couch, not minding the slight amount of clutter collecting on the furniture. Blinking, I brought a hand to my mouth, accidentally showcasing my wedding ring. His eyes were on me as I did this, and he rose an eyebrow at me.

For once, he spoke normal English, but it was accented. "Kai, I've made bad decisions in my lifetime, but I want you to listen to me for once."

"Dad," I tried, listening intently to the quiet sound of Droite's footsteps in my room. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but I knew we couldn't hide our relationship from my father for long.

He kept on going. "I've been thinking that maybe we should go back to your mother and brother. Maybe we can move them here."

"Dad."

"Kai, let's get packed up and stuff, I'll organize for us to go back home-"

"Dad!" I cried, finally getting him off of his train of thought. He gazed at me and asked what was wrong, and I sighed loudly. "I'm not leaving America."

"Eh? What do you mean, Kai?" He sat up straighter, knowing something was up. I swallowed my nervousness, and as I stood there, I felt like a true adult now. This was a conversation between adults now, not father and daughter.

"I'm not under your guardianship anymore, father," I replied. "I emancipated myself while you were in the hospital."

"Emancipated? Why did you do this, Kai? Am I not—" I cut him off before he could talk further.

"Oh please." Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, somehow feeling confident even though I was pregnant and naked underneath my large hoodie. "Listen here, Dr. Faker, or whatever the hell you call yourself nowadays. I am an adult now. I'm married and currently expecting a child, and I'm planning on going to college and working for the hospital here. I no longer need your direction and I demand that you get the fuck out of my house."

Dr. Faker was obviously taken aback by what I just said, his brain trying to formulate a response to all I had said. And then, the only sentence that came from his mouth was, "You're pregnant?"

I sighed, bringing a palm to my face. "Yes, Faker, I am."

Then Droite's voice interrupted us before I could speak further. "Well hello, Doctor."

My father turned his head to the woman wearing a blue robe—my blue robe. "Who are you and why are you in my daughter's house?"

I let Droite explain. My dad needed a wham to the head and that was the only way I could think he would get it. "I am Droite Tenjo," she replied with a smirk that said she had the authority here and now. "I'm the woman who is married to Kai, and the sire of her unborn child."

That set my dad off. His expression went from utterly pissed off to furious within a couple of seconds and he stood up, taking what luggage he had with him and coming over to me with a glare. I met his eyes, confidence making me smirk at his cowardice. I knew he wanted to slap me, but he could be called for domestic abuse on that, so he left without saying anything more.

"I'm glad that fucker is gone," I growled, placing a hand over my stomach. Droite smiled, coming over to me and wrapping her arms around my torso. "He's a disgrace to my family name."

"Ah, c'mon Kai, loosen up." She giggled into my neck, taking my breasts into her palms. I groaned, hoping to hell that my father was out of the vicinity. "Or, you know, I can do that for you."

"I know you can," I replied, reaching back and gripping her hair. "But first, I kinda need to take care of something."

"And what's that?"

"Morning sickness."

…

With December brought Winter, cold, and other unwanted yet wanted objects of our lives. I was glad that with the new month, three weeks of school and then two weeks of vacation was heading our way. That, and I had an appointment with my obstetrician on the thirtieth, which meant that not only would I get an awesome Christmas, but Droite and I would be getting a first look at our little baby. Oddly, I was starting to show, and fast. I'd only been pregnant for about three months, and I was starting to get thicker than expected at my midsection.

I wasn't all that worried though about how the school would take it. The resolve of the homophobic staff was starting to dissolve, and now that mine and Droite's, along with Mizael's and Durbe's, relationship was out fully, the teachers were coming to terms with what was going on. Our group had changed, too; no longer was Gauche with us. Durbe, Mizael, Ryouga, Rio, Alit, Cathy, Sei, Sachi, and a few others besides me and Droite were left in our gathering. Us seniors were still popular, although our status as such was starting to drop due to Gauche's new "jerk jock" organization thing going on. I didn't mind; after all, I was expecting a baby and that would hurt our group's status, something I didn't care about whatsoever.

I sat at our table, the Tuesday before our winter break, swinging my legs back and forth underneath the table and munching on a very spicy taco that Droite herself had made for me. I found myself beginning to crave everything spicy, and Droite was more than willing to give me a hand at finding what I really wanted. Smiling at her, I watched the others argue around the table. Mizael and Durbe were debating on a name for mine and Droite's kid; it was a tie between Megrez and Alcara currently. Both sounded great, but I wasn't up to naming the child until I was sure that I had passed the danger zone.

"You know," Ryouga began, leaning forward on his elbows on the table, "I'm kinda glad you're pregnant, Kai. It gives me something to do for Rio."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because my damn sister loves to spend money on stuff for you." Leaning back, he laughed and rolled his eyes. "That smile suits you, by the way."

I blushed and frowned. "S-Shut up."

Droite giggled, curling an arm around my shoulders and bringing me up against her side. "Now now Ryouga, quit trying to steal my wife."

"I'm not," he grumbled, looking away and crossing his arms. Rio, beside him, smacked him upside the head. He simply glared at his twin, who laughed in response to his weird reaction.

I was glad that things could work normally now that my father was gone, having moved back to the power plant. Last I heard he was working to try and be a manager there—and he wasn't giving a single fuck about me or his future grandchild. I didn't mind in the least; better that he stay out of my life, as well as my baby's. I did not want him contamination my child's future.

As I finished my taco, I looked to Droite, who was looking bored and rubbing my bulging stomach absentmindedly. I wondered something briefly, since I looked five months pregnant at three and a half. But I pushed it away as a simply fallacy—no way could it be true, considering what my wife had told me.

"Oi," Mizael said, bringing my attention to him, "When's your next appointment?"

"December 30th," I replied. "Why?"

"I wanna come!" He came over to me and gripped my hands in his, looking like a little child begging for candy. "Is it alright with you?"

I shrugged. "Ask Droite on that one."

When the blonde's eyes went up to hers, Droite stuck her tongue out at him childishly. "You can," she stated, making him almost jump on top of the table, "But on the condition that you keep yourself from squealing at every little cute thing the docs mention." He nodded in response, and she smiled at him, flicking his nose hard to get him to calm down. I laughed at that, watching as Mizael slunk back over to his boyfriend, holding his hand over his nose.

This was a good life, and I knew it wouldn't get bad.

…

Yawning, I sat down on the bed, having the house to myself for tonight. I was glad for the isolation—I wanted to do research for a little bit. Galaxy cawed from my shoulder, clawing his way down to rest on my stomach. I glared at him as he pulled at the fabric covering my pregnant belly, but he just looked at me with innocent crimson eyes and I allowed him to have his fun while I went on YouTube.

Pregnancy, week fifteen. Or at least, that's what the obstetrician had mapped out for me based on my last period. Which I was beginning to miss, by the way. Anyhow! The lady in the video I watched was talking about various things, such as health for the mother and health for the baby. I watched with varied interest, although stuff about miscarriage still freaked me out. I wanted to cry at the thought of losing my precious child—I loved this being now, something which had come from the weird joining Droite and I had had so long ago.

Wow, to think that time was passing by so fast now. Sitting there, watching YouTube and slowly going from pregnancy videos to AMVs about my favorite video game anime, I wondered what it would be like once I had this child. I shifted Galaxy off my stomach and onto my growing chest, placing a hand over my stomach in thought. How good of a mother would I be to this kid? I didn't know, since I barely had experience in this sort of subject.

I sighed. I was overthinking things and I needed to calm down before the stress I was putting myself under would affect the baby. I clicked on another AMV and hoped that nothing went wrong in the next six months.

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