A/N: Uh. Hello there, everyone. Six more to go! I can't believe it's been almost a year already. Scarlet graduated last weekend! And my graduation is this weekend.
Disclaimer: Tezuka and Oishi belong to Konomi Takeshi, which is probably a good thing, because if they belonged to me I would do all sorts of terrible things to them. (We do terible things to them, as is, Katie-dearest!-Scarlet)
Drabble the forty-sixth: Tezuka/Oishi
"There's a two-page list of things that could go wrong! Look, see—preeclampsia, hemorrhaging—what if the baby's breached? What if the umbilical cord wraps around its neck? Would they do a C-section? Oh, but that just brings a whole host of new risks—infection, ripping stitches—"
"Shuichiroh."
"Did you know the maternal death rate is between ten and twenty births per one hundred thousand?"
"Shuichiroh."
Oishi paused in his rant to look at Tezuka. "Yes?"
"You're only two months pregnant. You have months to worry about this. Besides, what's the number one risk to a fetus, especially during the first trimester?"
"Stress," Oishi supplied promptly. His eyes widened. "Oh, no! I've been putting all this stress on the baby, I hope it's okay, I didn't even think about it—oh, Kunimitsu, I'm already turning out to be a terrible father—"
"Shuichiroh, calm down."
Oishi took a deep breath. "I... I'm okay," he said dubiously. "I think. I... oh—oh, oh dear. Look here, it says that I need to change my whole diet. What are you making for dinner? The website has a personalized meal plan for ten thousand yen, see, and I know it's a little pricey, but—"
"Actually," Tezuka said, pulling his husband away from the computer, "I think it's best if you stay off the internet for a while."
