This chapter is very late, but very long and...dramatic?

Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg

Pairings: Akihiko/Misaki, slight mentions of Nowaki/Hiroki

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

The ride to the hospital was both far too long and terrifyingly short.

On the one hand, Misaki desperately wanted to know what was wrong with him so it could be fixed. He wanted to get better, to stop feeling so exhausted, to stop puking.

But he was also scared stiff of hearing the diagnosis. What if it was something horrible? Something he'd have to deal with for the rest of his life? What if he needed more tests? What if Usagi-san-

He cut that thought off before it could get too far, glancing at his lover from the corner of his eye. Usagi-san had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and a lead foot on the gas pedal. His hair was still a little messy, and he was dressed casually, mainly because he'd been in such a rush to leave the apartment. Overall, he looked a bit thrown together, not his usually impeccable self.

Of course, the past few days had been hard on him as well as Misaki. He'd looked stricken when Misaki had cried, almost horrified, which had made Misaki feel bad for scaring him, which, in turn, had only made him cry harder out of shame. His lover had put off work (though he usually did that anyways) and socializing to stay with him during his forced resting time, despite the stress and anxiety that it was obviously causing him.

So it was no wonder, really, that when Usagi-san finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, the thought running through Misaki's head was, What if Usagi-san gets sick of me?

Akihiko was beyond grateful when the nurse, instead of making them sit in the waiting room, took them immediately to an exam room upon hearing Misaki's name.

His lover had been a ball of nervous tension since leaving the apartment, and Akihiko couldn't blame him. He was almost jittery at the thought of finding out what was wrong with his boy. He needed to know what was wrong, so he could find a way to fix it.

Hiroki's giant came in fairly quickly, his face grave. "Good morning, Takahashi-san, Usami-san," he said politely. "Takahashi-san, there were some irregularities in your blood tests, but I think I know what's going on now. If it's alright with you, I have one more test that I'd like to run, just to make sure-"

"Is it bad?" Misaki interrupted. Akihiko gently took his lover's hands, feeling them tremble slightly. He wrapped his free arm around his thin shoulders.

Kusama's expression was sympathetic. "I think that whether the result is good or bad will depend on the two of you," he told them. "We found high amounts of hCG in your blood, so I'd like to do an ultrasound of your stomach to...confirm my suspicion. After I've seen that, I think I'll be able to tell you what's wrong." He studied them for a moment. "Would that be alright?" he prompted when they remained silent.

Misaki gave a shuddering sigh and a jerky nod, and Kusama smiled. "I'll be right back," he said as he left.

Akihiko gathered his trembling lover into his arms. "It's going to be fine, Misaki," he murmured into Misaki's hair. "Kusama said the results could be good."

"He said they could be bad, too." Misaki was clinging to him, slender arms around his waist, his face buried in Akihiko's chest. The gesture was as rare as it was worrying, and he found himself slowly stroking Misaki's back. "What if it's really bad, Usagi-san?"

"Then I will buy a private hospital and the world's finest doctors to make sure it gets better," he growled, arms tightening. Misaki gave a small sigh that might have been a laugh, and Akihiko smiled.

A few minutes later, Kusama came back in, towing a large machine behind him. He had Misaki lay down on the table and pull his shirt up while he set up the machine, and assured him that he could hold Akihiko's hand for this.

"Are we ready?" he asked them, holding a tube of gel in one gloved hand. When Misaki nodded, he uncapped the tube. "This is going to be pretty cold," he warned. He squirted a generous amount onto Misaki's abdomen and capped the bottle. Setting that aside, he picked up what looked like a handheld back massager with a cord attached. "This is called a transducer," he explained, pressing it onto the gel and spreading it around. "It's going to give me a pretty clear idea of what's going on inside your body."

The tiny screen flickered to life, and Kusama fell silent, brows furrowed in concentration. The image was solid and grainy, and Akihiko had no idea what he was looking at. Kusama moved the transducer in ever-widening circles. He was pressing down on Misaki's stomach pretty hard, and he was just about to tell him to ease up when he saw it: a black cavity against the black-and-white screen, with a smaller circle outlined in white inside of it.

His heart almost stopped, and Misaki was crushing his fingers. "What the hell is that?" he asked hollowly.

Kusama smiled at them. "Congratulations," he said simply. "You're pregnant."

Wow, they finally know. I feel a little bad for keeping Misaki in the dark.

For those of you who don't know, hCG is the pregnancy hormone that causes morning sickness, fatigue, and mood swings.

And the back massager thing was how my sister described the transducer at her first ultrasound.

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