A/N: I was so, so, so worried when I sent this drabble to Scarlet for her to preview, for some reason. She squeed in my ear over the phone, so I suppose it's okay. Fun fact: This is the only drabble written in present tense, including the four you've yet to read.

Disclaimer: Still Konomi's. Though if Tezuka belonged to me I would do such things to him.

Drabble the forty-eighth: Tezuka/Kaidoh

Kaidoh isn't sure how long he's been laying here; all he knows is that he's nearly nine months pregnant and doesn't quite have the strength to push himself up. He is trying to peek over his belly through the kitchen window to see the position of the sun when he hears the front door open. Tezuka's voice calls out, "Tadaima," and Kaidoh nearly cries with relief.

"B-Buchou," Kaidoh calls with only a little hesitation, because this would be horribly embarrassing if he were to be found by anyone else, but one of the things he loves about Tezuka is that he doesn't find embarrassing things funny–he won't laugh when he finds Kaidoh like this. Kaidoh isn't even sure Tezuka knows how to laugh.

Tezuka appears in the doorway, upside down to Kaidoh, who is craning his neck backwards as far as possible to look at his husband.

"What happened?" Tezuka asks, face blank.

"I–I squatted down to get something from under the sink," he says and realizes what an incredibly stupid thing it was to do, with his center of balance thrown off and a veritable ten-kilogram bowling ball in his stomach. "And I–fell. Onto my back. And I–er–can't get up."

To his horror, the corners of Tezuka's mouth twitch, turn up in to a smile. Kaidoh even thinks he hears Tezuka let out a small chuckle.

"You are much cuter than anyone gives you credit for," Tezuka informs him as he hoists Kaidoh up and kisses his forehead. Then, suddenly, he is very serious. "That was irresponsible of you. Don't let your guard down."

"Yes, Buchou," Kaidoh replies obediently.