Babysitting week

A/N:- And back to Shizuo. Enjoy.

It wasn't unusual having Izaya off work, but when he was watching his every move, it was damn annoying. The flea hadn't left him alone, always talking or watching. Shizuo had explained every time that he was fine, not that his fiancé listened. He would be woken up at three in the morning right on schedule, Aiko demanding to be fed. At that point he let Izaya carry on sleeping. Once he had done the formula, he would feed his god daughter, taking a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

The blond would then burp and change her, as Celty had shown him, before putting a new nappy on, he pulled out the pink baby bath, filling it with warm water. By that time Izaya would crawl out of bed, leaning against the door frame. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Once he was done bathing her, Izaya took over, since that was the time his morning sickness kicked in. Everything was a routine this week. Straight after he would jump into the shower and then it was back to the toilet bowl. Apart from the morning sickness, he had found himself needing to pee more, along with his chest being sore.

After spending most his morning in the bathroom, Shizuo would then take over, so Izaya could shower. The sight as he walked in tugged at his heart every time. The flea would be sitting there, cradling the baby girl, sitting on the living room sofa. "Look, Aiko-chan. Shizu-chan is back. Say hello." Izaya would hold her tiny hand up, making little waving movements. The blond would take a seat, the flea standing up and gently lowering her into his arms. "Be a good girl." He would then practically skip into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Breakfast became later and later, Looking after Aiko becoming their number one priority. He was constantly busy, having no time to think about his own condition. Which he knew was the point of babysitting. His friends and lover were worried he would have another violent breakdown, that he had no memory off.

If they were lucky, the little girl would fall asleep, during the day, giving them time to themselves. He would catch himself staring at the bandage, while his own wrists would be grabbed, Izaya taking care over each one. Most of the lines were jagged and parallel to each other. How out of it was he to rip the handcuffs from his wrists and not just break the chain?

"Flea, what happened to your neck?" As usual Izaya only shook his head. "Yours are worse." The bruises across his knuckles were still there, fading slowly. "Izaya, show me." Mr god complex only smirked at him, finishing the dressing for what he guessed was the last damage he had done. He never got an answer and because of Aiko, they didn't shower together any more.

Static came through the monitor, signalling their time was up. Breakfast, first aid and small conversation were all they got, before it was back to Aiko. Izaya making up her bottle, while he gently lifted her from the cot. Instead of crying she looked up and cooed at him, no doubt Izaya had something to do with that.

Shizuo walked in, to see the flea testing the milk. "Do you want to feed her?" They took it in equal turns, both pulling their own weight. Although he handled her a lot more. Their own lunch was during Aiko's nap time, always toast or a sandwich. Dinner was made by Izaya, while he settled her down to sleep, managing to fall asleep himself.

It always took more than a few attempts, in the end he was always woken by the flea, the little girl asleep on his chest. The first day had been fine, both of them excited to look after their god daughter. The second day, he was already tired, though that may have been because of his own pregnant state, he just wanted it to be over.

The third day, he swore Izaya was taking a longer shower than usual, he looked tired himself. The fourth day, he let the flea rest, doing everything himself. Aiko was in the bathroom with him on the changing mat, while he lost yesterday's dinner. The door remained closed to the guest room, but he could still here the tapping of keys, showing he was awake and on his laptop.

"Shizu-chan. Go and rest." The blond stared blearily at his lover, before handing her over, he barely felt the kiss upon his forehead, as he trudged back to the guest room, collapsing on the bed. He felt so damn tired. The blond woke up briefly to find he was only wearing his boxers and the covers had been pulled over him, shifting his position he quickly returned to sleep.

The fifth day, Aiko decided to break her own routine. After the third day, he and Izaya had been going to bed straight after dinner. He was caught off guard when a loud cry pierced the room, filtering through his eardrums. "Is it three already?" Crimson eyes blinked, rolling out of bed. "Not even close. What's wrong? Aiko-chan."

Shizuo smiled sleepily, watching his fiancé fuss over their god daughter. A small laugh escaped him as Izaya lifted the little girl up to sniff her. "Looks like someone needs changing." Then the pair were gone from the room, leaving him to turn over and get some much need sleep. He was only getting more tired, as the days went by.

On the final day, Aiko was the quietest she had been all week, soundly asleep in his arms, probably because Celty and Shinra would be back today. Izaya sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder. We're in the cab, should be back soon. The relief that he felt was immense. "Aiko-chan, your mummy will be back soon."

Sure she was adorable and occasionally he wouldn't mind baby sitting. But the little girl was a lot of hard work. Just like their...own child would be. His hand rested on his stomach, Izaya's slim hand splayed over his. "Everything okay? Shizu-chan." He couldn't find the words to answer him. Shaking his head, he rested against his lover's shoulder.

Typical, it had to be Shinra that made the most noise. They heard him before he got through the door, his loud footsteps, the suitcase dragging behind him. The loud declarations of love to the little girl they were holding. The key rattled in the lock, the door banging against the wall. "We're back!" Instantly loud wailing filled the room. "Wah! Why is my beloved crying? What did you two do?" Shizuo stared at him in disbelief. "Shh! What did they do to you? Aren't you happy to see daddy?" If anything the cry grew louder. Standing up, the blond took Aiko out of the doctor's arms, holding her against his chest.

The little girl calmed down, a happy coo leaving her mouth. "No fair, Aiko my beloved." He could see Izaya grinning at him, a small smile tugging at his own lips. Celty closed the door quietly, moving to his side. I told you, you have nothing to worry about. Shizuo shrugged, handing Aiko back, only for her to cry and reach for him. Looks like she got attached. Yeah, she wasn't the only one.

She settled down once she realised her mother was back, the blond taking a step back. "How was your holiday?" His friend flushed, although Shinra was very talkative, earning him a punch in the gut. It was...good. I'm glad to be back. I missed my little girl. Thanks for looking after her, Shizuo. The blond nodded, heading back to the sofa. "If that's everything, we're going to go home." Shinra glanced between the two of them. "You could still stay here." The flea shook his head. "As you can see, Shizu-chan is perfectly fine. The decorators are finished with our room now, so there's no reason to stay."

His lover stopped to take Aiko's hand. "Bye bye, Aiko-chan." Shizuo followed after him, Celty reaching out to stop him. If you need anything. Call me straight away. The look in her eyes, forced him to agree. "Yeah. See ya Celty, Shinra. Bye Aiko." The little girl smiled, making more noises up at him.

It was the first time, in two weeks he had been in the outside fresh air. Izaya was already waiting in the car for him, from where he was standing he could see the flea readjusting his bandage, the brief look of pain crossing his face, before it was hidden. Shit! He had really screwed up. Shizuo said nothing as he climbed into the car, already he was ready to fall asleep. Closing the door, he leant against the window, his eyes slipping shut. He was so damn tired.

Again he said nothing as they made their way up the stairs to their home. Izaya was already unlocking the door. At first glance nothing was different. The television, table and sofa were in the same place. Everything in the kitchen and the bathroom was the same. Except for the bedroom. Neither one of them had the energy to eat, instead the flea led him upstairs to their bed, where they could both get some well deserved sleep. Everything was different. The picture above the bed was gone, the bed was new, as was all the furniture in the room. What stuck out most was the colour of the walls, they didn't used to be that colour.

He knew it wasn't supposed to be that way, when Izaya cursed. "Idiotic humans, can't do a simple job right." How much damage had he done? Even the carpet had changed. "Shizu-chan, I have to make a call." He nodded numbly, taking a step into the newly decorated room. It was like he had never used it. All those times he had slept in here, it was as if the slate had been wiped clean. He hadn't just destroyed the room, he had destroyed their memories. Taking a few unsteady steps, Shizuo took a seat at the end of the bed. Nothing in the room was familiar to him.

Shrugging his clothes off he climbed into the new bed, it was cold and hard, unlike their old one. It had none of the wear and tear either. Their old bed had held out a lot. The mattress had dipped in certain places, showing where he and Izaya both slept. If you were to turn it over, there would be a small gouge, where his fingers had gone through the sheets, digging into the mattress, that one time both he and Izaya had lost control, he'd been off work three days, that time.

On their old bed, two of the slacks had broken, from where Izaya and admittedly he had been using it as a trampoline. The bed had been there at the start of their relationship and meant a lot. It had been where Izaya had first touched him, where he had lost his virginity and then lost it again the second time, it was stupid and Izaya would probably laugh at him, but to him it was important. It was a piece of his life, the same as everything else that had been in the bedroom.

Shizuo wondered how much the picture above the bed had been. There wasn't a lot of pictures around the house, so it must have meant a lot to Izaya for him to have it up. He would try and replace it, if he could. He didn't know anything about art, so he wouldn't know where to even start. What if Izaya hadn't brought it himself and it was a gift. Fuck, now he felt worse.

Reaching up, he tried to fluff the pillow to get more comfortable. "Shizu-chan, I'm back." He said nothing, pretending to sleep. The bed barely dipped as Izaya climbed in, arms wrapping around his waist. "Let's get some sleep." He had thought Izaya would make some sort of joke about christening the new bed, but he knew they were both too tired to do anything.

Unfortunately he was still awake, as tired as he was he couldn't fall asleep. A warm breath tickled his neck, as his fiancé slept. Gently reaching up, he loosened Izaya's grip on him, silently sliding out of bed. Shizuo left the room, digging out a blanket from the cupboard, which was new as well. It trailed after him as he made his way down the stairs.

Trudging over to the sofa, the blond lay down, covering himself with the blanket. Rolling over, he felt his eyes droop, his body crying out for rest. The sofa was familiar, it held its own memories. He had given his first blow job, while the flea sat down. His face flushed at the memory. They had sex on it more than once. Cutting his thought process short, he let out a groan, curling into a ball, the blanket tight around him. It was the first night, he would be asleep without Izaya or Aiko.

He hadn't been left alone all week. And now that he was his thoughts were running around his head, going in circles and bad directions. He was pregnant. He had followed the path his mother had set out for him, without knowing it. He had tried everything to make sure it didn't happen and now it had. The blond sniffed, feeling his eyes well up, the first tears rolling down his face.

He knew he should go back upstairs and climb in next to Izaya, wake him up and let him kiss it all better. Instead he remained where he was, sobbing on the sofa. Celty believed he could do it, that he could raise a child. Izaya would stand by him. The only one that doubted him was himself. What if Shinra was wrong? What if his baby ended up like him?

He had gone through hell with his strength, learning how to control it, learning to keep his temper, so he didn't hurt anyone else. The same with his other problem. It had taken him a long time to figure out who he was, to create the life he wanted. Shizuo didn't want his child going through that. He would rather they turn out the same as Izaya, than be anything like him.

Turning over, he wrapped the blanket tighter around him, letting his thoughts run, unable to cut them off. Using the back of his hand he wiped his tears away only for more to fall. Izaya was right, he really shouldn't be left alone. Another yawn escaped him, he couldn't fight it any more. His eyes slipped shut, the blanket over his head as he cried himself to sleep.

Shizuo was woken up, by a loud voice yelling his name, panicked footsteps ran down the stairs. "Shizu-chan? Shizu-chan?" He blinked, peering over the edge of the sofa. "What? I'm trying to sleep." Crimson eyes widened slightly, before narrowing. "Why are you on the sofa?" Why did he look so worried? He was fine.

"Couldn't sleep, what time is it?" His fiancé closed the distance between them. "It's just gone six. Move over." Reluctantly he sat up, letting Izaya sit down. "Hey!" He was yanked forward, so his head rested on the flea's lap. "What's wrong with our bedroom?" He shook his head, it was stupid now that he thought about it.

"Shizu-chan, say something. You know what happens when you ignore me. Shizu-chaaan!" The blond grinned pinching his leg, Which resulted in a pinch to his ass. Shit. He should have worn more than his boxers. "Cut it out. What happened to our old bed?" All he wanted was to go to sleep. "They threw it out." Shizuo yawned, tiredness setting in, though his temper sparked. "How dare they. Kill." Gentle fingers threaded through his hair. "Calm down, Shizu-chan. Stress isn't good for you or the baby. What's wrong with the new bed?"

"It doesn't matter, fuck everything's messed up." Those fingers paused in their movements. "Shinra thinks the pills you took, helped develop your female self more." Shit. "That's not helping. Oh god, I need to tell everyone." A laugh sounded above him. "Silly protozoan, there's no god." He let out a bitter laugh at that. "Says you, Mr god complex. When should we tell your parents?" The flea grinned. "Our parents. Have you told Kasuka yet?" Fuck, he hasn't done it yet. He sat up quickly, feeling his stomach turn at the movement. "Ugh! Shit." Throwing the blanket to the side he ran up the stairs.

By the time his stomach had decided to settle, Izaya had already done breakfast. Hand on his stomach, he walked into the kitchen. "Done for today?" He shook his head slightly. "It might be called morning sickness, but it's all fucking day, how is that fair?" His lover just grinned at him. "Here, I made breakfast." Shizuo took a seat a bowl set in front of him. "What's this?" He picked up the spoon, letting the creamy coloured goop fall from the spoon. "Porridge, it's good for you." He watched with jealousy as Izaya drank his coffee and ate his toast.

"It looks disgusting." The blond swirled the spoon around. "Stop playing with your food and try some." Shit. If he didn't do it, Mr god complex would shove it down his throat. Hesitantly he blew on the spoon, his tongue peeking out, to lick at it. "Do we have any syrup?" He smiled at the shocked look on Izaya's face. "Shizu-chan! No more sugar." Moving the bowl out of the way, his eye caught the wrapper sticking out of the bin. "Why are you throwing out my cheesecakes? And my chocolate? Flea." His head dropped onto the table. No sugar. No smoking. This was going to be hell.

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