A/N: Hey, y'all! (I really shouldn't say "y'all" I'm not southern in the least. Yes, I did just stereotype, bite me.) Guess what! I graduate on Saturday! This is the last pre-written drabble we have. Katie has to write the remaining drabbles (LIKE NAO). The last Drabble will be posted July 14. To those in this incredibly hypocritical place known as The United States of Amer'ca, I'll say happy Memorial Day now. YAY LONG WEEKENDS! -Scarlet

Drabble the Forty-fifth: Tezuka/Ryoma

"Buchou, all I want for Christmas is to play tennis."

Tezuka looked down at his list. "I suppose it will be a very unfulfilling Christmas, then."

Ryoma glared at him. "I want. To play. Tennis."

"Echizen. Need I remind you that you're eight and a half months pregnant? It's far too cold outside, and tennis requires a much higher level of physical activity than is healthy for you."

"Just a light rally? Anything? I just want to swing a racket, Buchou. If I don't, I-I'll go into withdraw! I'm already having symptoms!" He held out his hand. "See? I'm shaking!"

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Buchou, this-" Ryoma pointed to his stomach- "is your fault. You're the reason I can't play tennis. So you have to fix it."

"I believe I was not the only one participating when that baby was made, Echizen. You only have a few weeks until it's born. Just be patient."

"I can't! Buchou, please, I'll be careful, I won't overdo it, if I start to have pains or anything I'll tell you!" Ryoma got on his knees in front of Tezuka. "I'll give you sexual favors."

Tezuka sighed. "I was going to make you wait until Christmas," he said, standing and walking to the Christmas tree. "But you're acting like a two-year-old, and at this point I'm willing to ruin the surprise if it'll calm you down."

Ryoma's eyes sparkled. "I get to play tennis?"

"In a manner of speaking." Tezuka knelt down and pulled a box out from under the tree. "Here, open it."

The pregnant man stood with difficulty and waddled as quickly as he could to where Tezuka was, then dropped onto his knees again. He ripped off the paper with the urgency of an addict looking for cocaine.

"A Wii?"

"Pre-equipped with a tennis game. And this." Tezuka reached for a much smaller package and handed it to Echizen. "A tennis racket for the remote."

Ryoma looked up at Tezuka, then back at the Wii, and launched himself into Tezuka's lap.