Author Note: I'm sorry I haven't added to this lately either, I've been busy with my ShikiXRima project and my fiction project. And I haven't had time to get my club and chase down some inspiration. But on the theme of Ruka being a little damaged, I have this for you. This is Ruka's point of view, and also, please note that these are non-related one-shots, and they're not in any order.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight. I make no profit from this.
I locked the bathroom door and watched the pregnancy test's screen turn blue. Akatsuki and I had just gotten married barely three months ago, and I was already pregnant?
I was scared to tell him, I didn't know how he would feel about it. I sat down against the door, staring at the positive pregnancy test, unable to form words or tears.
"Ruka? Are you alright in there?" Akatsuki was just on the other side of the door, but I couldn't seem to make my mouth form the words to lie. "Ruka?"
I set the pregnancy test down on the bathroom counter and unlocked the door, then whipped it open and hugged him tightly.
"Don't be mad..." I whispered. "Please don't be mad..."
"Why would I ever be mad at you?" Akatsuki looked around, once or twice I had broken something and acted much the same way, but then he spied the pregnancy test. "Are you..." He trailed off.
"Yes... it's positive." I pressed my face into his shirt more, hugging him tightly.
"Ruka, I could never be mad about that..." He tipped my chin up and kissed my lips ever so gently. "A baby is a gift. I'm not mad."
"You promise you're not mad at me?" I whispered, gazing up at my husband. "You're not lying right?"
"I'm never mad at you." Akatsuki pulled me closer. "And aren't you excited? We're going to have a baby. And she'll look just like you."
"What if I'm a horrible mother?" I paused. "What if I end up... like my Mother?"
"You're never going to turn into your mother." He stroked my hair. "And you'll be a great Mother, because you know how not to treat your child. Trust me, you'll be a great mother."
Nine months later, I held our baby girl, Akemi. She was a little angel, rarely ever cried, and somehow, our family felt so right with her there. I felt right, holding my baby.
Maybe Akatsuki was right... maybe I was a good mother.
Author Note: It's really late... or early, depending on how you look at it. I need to get to bed. Side note: I intended this plot for Of Sunburns and Pocky, but it didn't seem to fit for Shiki and Rima, know what I mean? I love reviews and PMs! And, of course, thank you so much for reading.