A/N: I'm not especially fond of how this one turned out, but oh well. Scarlet likes it. --Katie (Also, OH MY GOD one I've written! Scarlet wrote, like, the last twelve. …Scratch that, the last seven. But that's still bad.)
I do like this one. I think it's funny (though completely not reasonable in real life, sorry)...Also. We will stop getting requests for AtoJi....YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya-Ha!--Scarlet
Disclaimer: I don't think Konomi-sensei would ever have made Jiroh as mean as I have in this drabble, pregnant or not.
Drabble the eighteenth: Atobe/Jiroh
Atobe grunted and rolled away from the thing that was shaking his shoulder. "Quit," he murmured, batting the hand away.
"Keigo!"
"Mmf?"
"I think the baby's coming!"
Atobe bolted upright in bed. He looked at Jiroh, who was sitting up, a hand on his belly and his face screwed up in pain. "Are you sure?"
"No, I'm sure there are plenty of other things this blinding pain could be. Get me to the damn hospital!"
Atobe sighed and climbed out of bed. Jiroh had been exceedingly irritable with him since he'd gotten pregnant, and he was glad he wouldn't have to deal with it for much longer.
"Keigo!" Jiroh snapped. "Help me up!"
--
"Okay, Akutagawa-san," the doctor said, "we're going to start pushing now."
Jiroh glared at Atobe, and Atobe reluctantly offered his hand. Jiroh had already almost broken his fingers about twelve times since they'd arrived at the hospital.
"Push, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, breathe--"
"I HATE YOU, KEIGO!"
"Ore-sama knows, Jiroh," Atobe said, dabbing Jiroh's forehead with a damp washcloth.
"I'm never having sex with you again!"
"Ore-sama knows, Jiroh. …Jiroh?"
The doctor looked up. "Akutagawa-san? His vitals are all normal--"
"He's fine," Atobe said, frowning at Jiroh, who seemed to have fallen asleep. "Only you," he said fondly.
