Waaahh! This chapter was so hard to write! Sorry it's so late!

Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg

Pairings: Akihiko/Misaki, mentions of Nowaki/Hiroki

The next three days were a whole new kind of hell.

Akihiko never claimed to be a patient man. When he wanted something, he immediately went and got it. There was absolutely no sense in standing around and waiting for something, not when he could just go and get it. It was a personal philosophy, one that had served him well, even in his relationship with Misaki.

So being told that they may have to wait a full week for Misaki's test results was galling.

Akihiko gave a harsh sigh, combing his fingers through his hair. He was sitting on his bed, one arm draped around Misaki, who was tucked neatly into his side, fast asleep. Ever since their trip to the ER, he'd refused to let his lover out of his sight. During the first day, Misaki had become frustrated with Akihiko's so-called "hovering". They'd managed to get into a huge fight about it; one that Misaki had unceremoniously burst out crying in the middle of.

Akihiko had been flabbergasted. These weren't angry tears; they were full-blown sobs. After two hours of tea and being rocked in Akihiko's lap, Misaki had resigned himself to his lover's coddling. His agreement had been so unprecedented that Akihiko almost refused to believe it.

Even more disconcerting, Akihiko soon realized, was that his Misaki seemed to actually need the coddling. His lover was no longer as full of energy as he'd been just two weeks ago. He went to bed early, slept in late, and napped during the day, but the dark shadows had yet to fade from under his eyes. He was ill nearly every morning, and sometimes in the afternoons. He'd lost weight.

And Akihiko was left pondering the same question over and over again: How the hell had he not noticed this?

He gently stroked his hand over Misaki's unruly hair, studying his lover. His head was pressed firmly against Akihiko's rib cage, his arms draped loosely around Akihiko's waist. Under the covers, their legs were intertwined. His boy's skin was milky pale, his dark lashes just barely brushing against his cheek. He looked beautiful...and very tired.

Akihiko had just leaned down to brush a kiss against his forehead when the phone rang.

Misaki was stirred into wakefulness by the lack of warmth pressed against him.

He opened his eyes blearily, wondering where Usagi-san had gotten to. Misaki was never left alone anymore, and his rabbit always lay down with him whenever Misaki wanted to sleep-just in case Misaki needed him, he said.

Misaki gave a muffled groan, rolling over onto his stomach. Usagi-san was probably just using the restroom, he decided. He'd be back in a second, so there was no need to stay awake. He felt a small twinge of guilt; he was turning into a bum, sleeping all day, hardly doing anything else. He was just so tired all the time, and the puking didn't help, either.

He sighed, burrowing his head into his pillow.

"Misaki?"

Misaki gave a little start; he hadn't heard the bedroom door open. He raised his head a little. Usagi-san was standing in the doorway, wearing only his cotton pajama bottoms. His silver hair was mussed from sleeping, but his eyes were wide-awake. They studied his face with silent intensity.

"...What?" he asked eventually.

Usagi-san appeared to take a deep breath. "Kusama-san called while you slept," he said. "He wants to meet to discuss your test results."

This chapter was pretty much pointless. Next chapter will be extra-super-duper long, because they find out! YAY! Reviews?