A/N: So housewife!Yukimura is weird… --Scarlet

I think Scarlet subconsciously stole a line from this Harry Potter fanfiction we both read, Casting Moonshadows, so sorry, Moonsign. Not that you'll ever read this. It's the part about the scars. You'll see. --Katie

Disclaimer: I think Konomi-sensei would balk at what we've done to his characters.

Drabble the fifteenth: Sanada/Yukimura

"What's wrong with your dinner, Genichirou?" The blue-haired boy frowned at him from across the small table.

Sanada looked up from poking at his dinner. "You didn't have to cook, Seiichi, really. I don't mind cooking."

"But I wanted to do something for you… You do so much for me…"

At first it hadn't been so bad. The former captain had been very touchy-feely, and who was he to complain about that? Then he'd come home from coaching and Yukimura was folding clothes. And now, now he had had dinner on the table when Sanada walked through the door.

"You don't have to, though. I do those things because I love you…" Sanada hoped some of the words would placate his partner, who now looked upset.

Yukimura set his napkin on the table and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. Sanada remembered when Akaya had given the captain the light pink sweater with "Mommy" emblazoned across the chest. He stood up and pulled Yukimura into his arms, careful of the cause of his lover's sudden change of disposition between them.

"I… I just wanted to… I'm so mean to you… You shouldn't even like me!" Yukimura was full out crying into Sanada's chest now.

"Don't be stupid. If I didn't want to do what you told me to, I wouldn't." He smoothed down the wavy blue hair.

"But I make you my bitch-wife…"

Sanada started leading the teary-eyed pregnant man into their bathroom like he would a small child. Yukimura was just tired and stressed. "Come on, Seiichi, lets get ready for bed, and then I can rub your lotion on you so you won't get any of those things you're so worried about and then we can go to bed."

"Those things are stretch marks, and they are incredibly unsightly. I don't think you could even bear to look at me if I got them!" The former captain sniffed.

"I didn't care about the scars from your surgery, and I won't care about any stretch marks." He eased the sweater off of Yukimura's raised arms.

"Please don't talk about those…" He unconsciously wrapped his arms around himself in discomfort as Sanada finished stripping them.

"They're part of you. I don't love you any less because of them, if anything they make me love you more because they show how strong you are…" Sanada pulled them into the spray of the shower, now willing to say just about anything to get the pregnant male to calm down.

"Genichirou?"

"Yes, Seiichi?"

"Shut up and shower."

"Yes, Seiichi."