Haha thanks for reviews even though I haven't updated in a while, how sad am I? OK, back to it, if you still like this story. Writing style is probably different.

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I stay in the closet for what, three hours? It gets so stuffy and there's a crook in my neck by the time Mari comes and peels me out. Lawliet is at her side, and it's probably one in the morning.

Mari has her hair mussed, and she's wearing one of Lawliet's old shirts that says some obscure English word. There's a very sad, pitying look in her eye, and I can tell she sees the tear stains, and my general askew sense of being. I am embarrassed. It's no surprise. I am an unfortunate grown woman who is doomed to looking like some munchkin!

Apparently, I am crying. Lawliet leaves awkwardly and Mari begins to coo like a mother bird. She tries to brush my hair and get me fixed as I'm still sniffling and overall mad at myself. I just had to have some cat-lady bombard my life, and my neighborhood crush probably thinks that I'm some aquatic nuthead.

I am crying even harder as Mari braids my hair, leading me to my room to the uninviting, lonely futon that Mari sets up when its too late to go to my flat. It's warm in the room, and there's a night light. It's leagues better then my energy conserving place where the people next door tend to bang unashamedly.

I thank her even though, because she really doesn't have to. She does anyway.

Mari even brings me nice, floral tea and a thicker blanket. I go to sleep feeling warm.

But it doesn't feel like enough.

I want hugs like Mari secretly gets. I want to hold hands with someone. I don't want to feel like a child anymore. Because I'm not.

That's what bugs me. All this crying, complaining, and pure embarrassment. Is it trying to tell me something? Do I have to grow up?

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Mari ponders very simply at her bed, Lawliet reading some book next to poorly lit lamp, lampshade a nice maroon.

"I wonder what Hirari was crying about. She seemed so tired." She steals blanket from her boyfriend, stabbing his bare legs with her icy feet. He can't bother to yelp, but very slightly narrows his eyes.

"Didn't she go and visit that Uruhara shop?" Lawliet comments, as Mari leans on him, trying to make sense of his reading material.

Her eyes are droopy with sleepiness, and she wraps her bare arms around him like a vice. "If that Kisuke guy said anything ta' her.. I'll beat him up so hard he'll look purple."

Lawliet breathes deeply, inhaling her gross, ramen-y scent that hinted that she might have not taken a proper shower. "I'm sure you will." He replays fondly, content in not sleeping.

She kisses his stomach and falls asleep, snores loud and piercing. He manages to fall asleep two hours later, when he finishes the book.

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I wake up, rolling over in the suffocating futon. I even manage to dress myself without causing an incident. It's peaceful, in the house above the cafe. Lawliet is awake early and he idly steps around me like I'm about to burst into tears. It's strangely refreshing, being feared for my wishy-washy feelings.

I don't know. I'm happy now. I don't feel embarrassment, because I don't quite recall what I was so embarrassed about. The joy of morning forgetfulness. I just want to eat something and have Mari braid my hair again. It's therapeutic.

I enter the kitchen and slide on Mari's clumpy sandals in order to not have my feet dirty. It's quick work, snatching onigiri from the fridge. I can't cook anyway. Chewing enthusiastically, the sun is more prominent once I think about it. Probably not Mari's day though. She hates the sun.

Lawliet is nowhere to be seen, probably making out with Mari after she takes her shower or something. They have a system, at least. It's usually Lawliet's early to rise and Mari comes bumbling after.

I can't recall how many times I've spent at Mari's house, mooching off her generosity, but we're thick as thieves. However, something seems a bit off today.

Mari is stretching idly, hopping on one foot to another as she exits the bathroom. Her hair is up for once and she has a humongous forehead from what I can tell. It's not like I'm rude enough to point it out, even if she jokes about it on the daily. Lawliet is scurrying after, looking like some awkward mother the way he is monitoring his girlfriend with hawk eyes.

Mari does her thing, "Did you eat some of my onigiri?" She remarks as she opens the fridge. I nod, and she shakes her head like it's a bad thing. She then makes annoyed noises and bends to pick up a broken egg shell she finds on the floor. It's crawling with ants.

I can't believe I didn't notice before. And its not the ants. Mari strains a bit, weighing her options. Lawliet then swoops in with dustpan and broom and all like a freaking ninja, almost burning Mari's gaze with a very firm stare. Mari rolls her eyes, and settles on taking bread and jarred jam. She looks slightly sour as she comes to sit at the kitchen island. Even as Lawliet disposes of the shells and sprays the surface with bug spray, he is also sparse with it. Like he's trying not to permeate the air for the sake of... What?

Mari proceeds to shove wet bread into her mouth, then going to prepare tea. She has a cup at the ready, trying to pour preheated boiler water into it. Lawliet is at it like fish to water, does some nonverbal affirmations and tries to reprimand her from even doing any manual labor at all.

Mari snaps at this moment, gaze final. "I'm pregnant! Not handicapped. " He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I gape very silently, as Mari and Lawliet look my way. I try not to black out from the information, instead shrugging sluggishly.

"I guess I go shopping again?"

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The list is different today, and the day just seems a bit dull due the eventful news I had received earlier this morning. Regardless, I am a very adaptable person, you see. I take everything in stride. Even after yesterday's memories begin to flood in my head and suffocate my thoughts.

I try to not cringe over my fails, and instead look over a very different list.

The Things Mari and I Need, written by Lawliet

I am refusing Mari's insistence to work till she passes out from exhaustion. It is not a good situation for the baby. Mari says we need to think of names. It is too soon, but I am thinking of Sherlock or Nancy.

We will need; A copious amount of chocolate that is well within the budget.

A nursery advisor.

A baby shower organiser.

Herbal tea.

Someone to take Mari's place in the cafe.

And you know the drill.

We say thank you, even though Mari is insistent on writing. Here.

OK don't listen to that fart head I am not a cripple he better watch his back don't let that Kisuke guy get to you kick him where it hurts

Mari seems a bit irritated today, please ignore her.

SHERLOCK AND NANCY ARE TERRIBLE NAMES

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I smile at the note and the sentiment, glad that the two are not at odds and Mari is her usual self.

Content that there are no cat ladies and attractive men, I go through the motioms , buying supplies and such with the money my cousin supplies me.

I'm at the register when I notice the people behind me. Two children with unique hair, smiling micheviously. And Kisuke Uruhara.

Let's say my mind backtracks, stops and turns into mush.

Shit.

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Okay so yay another chapweter my wieners