*****One Month Later******

Matthew woke up, in his own bed, alone. He breathed a sigh that was torn between relief and regret. He was relieved he didn't have a reason to be waking up next to Berwald, he didn't want to lose control of himself anymore. That had only gotten him into trouble. But at the same time, a little part of his mind was pressing at him when he tried to convince himself that he didn't want Berwald's arms around him in the slightest.

He shook his head and got out of bed. He didn't have time for that stupid part of his mind. His back hurt, and he felt moody. He didn't have time for this stupid pregnancy. He sighed. 'Why did he do a stupid thing like getting pregnant and then falling in l- Woah, woah, woah. Back up, mind. I am -not- in love. Key word not,' Matthew thought.

He headed to the shower, hoping steam would defog him, but the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Matthew."

It was Berwald. Matthew closed his eyes.

"How 'ave you been? Is ev'rythin' alright? You 'aven't called me fer... F'rever."

"I'm still fine. No news is good news." Matthew said, trying desperately not to get friendly. His mind was trying to make him as happy as a retriever whose master had just come home.

"Can I see ya tonight?"

'No!' Matthew thought, 'no you definitely can not see me tonight! I hate you, you inseminating bastard.'

But instead, Matthew just said, "Sure."

"Great. Does six w'rk okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting." Matthew could have beat his own head against the wall.

"I'll pick ya up. Thank ya." Berwald hung up the phone.

Matthew hung up too. "Well, that didn't go as planned..." He said out loud.

At eight, Matthew still had all his clothes on. He was very proud of himself for this, considering the way their last two meetings had gone. Berwald was sitting beside him, with one arm around his shoulder. They were on Matthew's sofa in front of the window, watching the snow outside and talking. For once, they were talking. A lull gradually came in the conversation.

"Ah... Febru'ry fourteen... It's th' day of Saint Val'ntine, righ'?" Berwald asked.

"Oh, you're right." The holiday had taken Matthew off guard. "This is the first time in a few years I've had a date today..."

"I'm glad 't could be me..." Berwald whispered against Matthew's hair, wrapping his arm tighter around him. For once, Matthew didn't mind.

"Berwald..." Matthew said.

"Yes..?"

Matthew kissed him. Not like the other kisses they'd had. This wasn't a kiss out of desire, or a kiss of plain affection. It was an eyes-closed, seemingly hours long, melting-on-the-inside, fireworks-inspiring, this-is-love-and-you-know it kiss. And Berwald kissed him back the same way.

After some time, they pulled apart. Berwald looked into Matthew's eyes...

"Yer beaut'ful... An' yer eyes 're violet... At firs' I though' they were blue... But yer so much more sp'cial than tha'..." Matthew put a finger on Berwald's lips.

"Shh... You don't have to tell me anything. I know that you..."

"That I love you...? B'cause I do..."

Matthew's heart beat a little faster, and he blushed. "You love me...?"

"I love you, Matt... I really hon'stly love you..."

"I... I love you too." As he said it, Matthew felt himself relax. He felt it was right. The little piece of his mind was right. He was in love. Perhaps foolishly, but nonetheless completely. He pulled Berwald close to him. "I love you Berwald..."

That night they made love. A sort of sex that was more than just pleasure and halfway about just trying to be one together. Trying to get close enough that even skin wasn't between them. It was beautiful. Matthew felt beautiful. He felt loved. And after the lovemaking was done, he didn't feel alone.

Matthew woke up before Berwald again. This time he stayed in bed, watching him sleep and smiling softly. The blonde yawned and opened his piercing blue eyes.

"Mattie..? Ya didn't r'n off thi' time..."

Matthew smiled teasingly. "I couldn't, it's my own house."

"Oh..." Berwald sounded disappointed.

"But I wouldn't have left even if it wasn't. I.. I meant what I said last night."

Berwald gave Matthew no warning before pulling him over to the other side of the bed, so he was laying on top of Berwald. "I men' it too..."

Matthew's euphoria from the narcotic called love made him see everything in a whole new way. "Hey... I'm pregnant..." He grinned, happy about it for the first time. "I'm pregnant and it's yours."

"Ah, it'd bett'r be!" Berwald teased gently.

"It's your baby..." Matthew nuzzled him, still smiling. "No, our baby..."

"D' ya want t' stay aft'r they're born..?" Berwald ventured.

"I do... I want to stay with you..." Matthew was calming down from his original high, thinking more rationally now. He still hadn't changed his mind. "Could we raise them together..? Maybe..?"

"I think tha' could be arr'nged." Berwald kissed him softly. "I think we could do tha'..."

"Berwald... I love you."

"I love ya too, Matthew."

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