A/N: Oh, Perfect Pair. I enjoyed writing this so much. --Katie

Disclaimer: I am too uncreative to think of a good disclaimer (says the writer…?). We don't own Prince of Tennis.

Drabble the fifth: Tezuka/Fuji

"This is the one."

Tezuka looked uneasily at Fuji. "I don't know," he said slowly, "it's a little expensive, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's only--" Fuji looked at the price tag. "Eighty thousand yen. Well. Okay, it's a little expensive, but…"

"Syusuke, there are plenty of other cribs to choose from. Can we look and see if there's one that's a little more in our price range?"

Fuji pouted. "But I want this one." He ran his hand over the cherry wood, sighing wistfully. "Couldn't you just see our baby in this? It would be so pretty in the nursery…"

Tezuka sighed. He'd known baby shopping with Fuji was not going to turn out well. "We'll see," he said finally. "We don't have the money right now, though. But we can come back another day."

Fuji smiled brightly. "Okay! Then we can go look at clothes?"

"You've already got more newborn things than the baby will be able to wear before it grows out of them."

The tensai pouted again, blue eyes wide and tearful, and Tezuka couldn't help but give in. "All right, come on."

A pregnant Fuji, Tezuka had realized very soon after they'd found out they were going to be parents, was an even more manipulative Fuji than usual. Fuji could throw temper tantrums and cry and scream and blame it on his hormones, and Tezuka would be a bad husband if he said Fuji was being irrational or was insensitive to the tensai's feelings. Therefore, Fuji had gotten just about everything he wanted since he got pregnant, and while he hadn't put them in financial debt yet, he was certainly making Tezuka's wallet lighter.

"Oh, Mitsu!" Fuji exclaimed, picking a tiny pink sundress from the rack. "It's precious!"

"Syusuke, we don't know if the baby's a girl or a boy yet," Tezuka tried to reason. "Besides, even if it's a girl, she'll be born in the middle of winter."

"Mitsu, I want this dress for our baby, and if I have to dress our son in it on Christmas Day, I will! It won't go to waste, I promise! Please, please, please can we get it?"

Tezuka looked at the dress, then back at Fuji's pleading expression, and nodded reluctantly.

It was going to be a long five months.