Curing depression

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Thirty four weeks pregnant, he was sure he had gone through everything, it looked like that wasn't the case. Shizuo had been through the bloatedness, the cramps, the moodiness, the sore breasts, nausea and vomiting. He had suffered through being ravenous, the weird dreams, the peeing, constipation and sleepiness.

He had gone through it all and now that he was near the end, in the third trimester, he had enough. He was huge, his stomach getting in the way of everything, he spent most of his time in the toilet and waddled around like a fucking penguin. Now all he wanted was this child out of him. The blond didn't think the cocoa butter would work that well any more.

Ah, that was another thing. He couldn't be called blond any more. His hair hadn't been cut or dyed since he found out he was pregnant. It was a mix of his original and faded blond strands, all his roots had shone through. It was getting long too, now his hair touched his shoulder, his bangs covering his eyes. Being pregnant sucked.

It was Thursday, so he was stuck on the sofa, trying to find away to type that didn't brush his belly every few minutes. He had stopped having sex with Izaya as well. It wasn't that he couldn't, he just didn't feel like it. Shizuo could barely manage to look in the mirror at the moment, let alone stand on the scales.

The birthing procedure had been booked, the date decided. Everything was ready. He would be having a c-section at the hospital. In three weeks he would be leaving TGOI. He didn't know when he would see them again. Slamming the laptop down, he dropped it at his side, alerting his lover. "Shizu-chan?"

Pulling himself up from the sofa, was slow and hard work. Waddling over to the recliner, he reached for the handle, elevating his legs in the air. Closing his eyes, he tried to get some sleep. It was impossible. This week alone he had become a clean freak, making sure everything was absolutely spotless.

So how could he sleep, when he could feel small dust particles under his fingers. The office was filthy again. Pulling himself out of the chair, he made his way slowly over to the kitchen, knowing those crimson eyes were watching him, every step he made. Opening the cupboard, he pulled out the cleaning supplies. Slipping on a mask, he carried what he needed out into the office.

"Shizu-chan! What are you doing?" Mr god complex was out of his spinning chair, trying to take everything away from him. Shouldn't he know that already? "I'm cleaning." He reached out to snatch one of the bottles back. "You don't need to. I have cleaners for that." Shizuo scoffed. "Clearly they aren't doing their jobs."

Taking everything off of Izaya's desk, he sprayed the polish on, taking a duster in his hand. "Protozoan, sit down and rest." Ignoring his lover completely, he moved the duster in circular motions, making sure everything was clean. Leaving them where they were, he waddled around to the other side of the desk, picking up the keyboard, he held it over the bin, shaking it upside down. "This is what you get when you eat at your desk." He watched the amount of dirt falling into the bin.

"There, you've cleaned. Sit down." Shaking his head, he cleaned his small desk, moving onto the CCTV screens. Once he was done, he turned back to Izaya. "Do you keep a vacuum in here?" His lover groaned, rubbing a hand through his hair. "No. You've done enough." Looking through the bottles, he looked for one that cleaned windows.

"Shizu-chan! Get your coat. I'll take you home." His eyes widened. The day had barely started. "Why? I'm fine." His fiancé only shook his head, removing the cleaning products from his hands. "You're distracting me. You can clean at home, if you really have to." Nodding his head, he went to get his coat. Good, because of work, he wasn't able to clean properly.

The flea grumbled something under his breath, as he attempted to clean the rail in the elevator. As soon as they were at ground floor, he was pulled out, forced to follow Izaya's pace as he was dragged to the car. He found himself looking at the window screen. "Iz-" he was cut off by his lover. "Leave my car alone, Shizu-chan." Pulling his seatbelt on, he clenched his hands together.

Shizuo was ushered back into the house, the flea looking exhausted. "Stay there." He watched as Mr god complex pulled a phone from his pocket. Turning around he looked around the room, knowing what he had to do. Since crouching was useless and out of the question, he took a seat on the floor, rummaging under the sink, where they kept their cleaning supplies.

"Shizu-chan. I have to go back to work. If you need anything call me." Nodding his head, he went back to reading the labels on the bottles. His chin was lifted, a soft kiss pressed against his lips. "Make sure you rest." Nodding again, he took out what he needed. "Yeah, see you later." He waited until the door closed, before pushing himself up from the floor.

He was finally alone, all week Izaya had tried to stop him doing anything. He knew this new phase was irritating, so in truth he had expected to be sent home. At least here he couldn't get into any trouble. Coffee eyes roamed the room. Their home wasn't suitable for a child yet. Leaving everything on the table, he went in search of Izaya's office.

Shizuo was busy cleaning the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. A big grin, appeared on his face. "Hang on, I'm coming." Opening the door, his smile briefly dropped. He had hoped it would be the delivery van. "Kyouko." He couldn't get close if they hugged, so instead he patted her shoulder. His lover hadn't exactly left him alone. "Shizuo, I came to see how you were doing." Letting her in, he closed the door.

"I was just cleaning." Izaya had probably told her everything. "I see, do you want any help? Dear." Smiling at her, he offered another mask. They could get it done a lot quicker with two people. "Why are you cleaning?" Shizuo thought that would be obvious. "For when the baby comes. I don't want him getting sick." His future mother in law nodded. "That's thoughtful. But you know that breathing chemicals in can be harmful."

His eyes widened. No he hadn't known that. Turning the bottle over he looked at all the hazard symbols. Putting it back, he took his mask off. "What can I do then?" A slim manicured hand took his own, leading him to the sofa. "If the cleaning bothers you that much, I can do it or I can call Izaya back." Shaking his head, he slumped into his seat.

"Has the doctor taking care of you mentioned a baby shower?" The no longer blond thought back, he vaguely remembered Shinra mentioning it. "Yes, he did. What is it?" The woman next to him grinned. "It's to celebrate the coming birth of your baby. Where everyone you invite has to present you with a gift."

"So like an early birthday party?" Kyouko nodded. "Everything you get will be for the baby. I picked up some invitations for you." Shizuo looked at the tiny pack. "Do I invite everyone?" Izaya's mother shook her head. "Only women, with the exception of you." That made it easier. "It would be better to have it soon. Lets say Saturday."

"Isn't that too soon?" Kyouko shook her head. "This is a way to cheer you up, the sooner the better." Taking the pen, he looked at the white card with a thin blue border. You are invited to attend Shizuo Heiwajima's baby shower. After writing the date and time down, he filled in the name for the first one, slotting it into the matching envelope. "This one is yours."

He found himself in an awkward hug, trying to return it. "You have nothing to worry about. You'll be a wonderful mother." Dropping his head, he let his hair fall across his face. Everyone believed he could do it, everyone was there to support him. "Now, lets fill out the rest." Shizuo grinned reaching for the next. He knew exactly who to invite.

He was done by the time the doorbell rang again. "Hang on, I'm coming." This time when he opened the door, he was met with a man on uniform, holding out a device. "Shizuo Heiwajima?" Nodding his head, he took the device. "Sign there." Scribbling his signature, he handed it back. A number of slim square boxes were placed against the wall. The man's gaze dropped to his pregnant belly, before turning away. Closing the door, he counted his parcels.

They were all there. He didn't need to but he lifted the light box, with both hands. "Things for the baby." Shizuo grinned, removing the tape and Showing Kyouko the first baby gate he had brought. "You know you don't need those yet." Shrugging his shoulders, he removed the fixings. "I know. I needed something to do." His messy hair was ruffled. "We should get these up, before Izaya gets home." He liked Kyouko.

By the time his lover got home, they had nearly done all of them. One for the garden, one for the kitchen. Then there was the bedroom, bathroom, one at each doorway. The last two were the stairs, top and bottom. Kyouko was doing the one at the top, while he was on his knees at the bottom of the stairs. "Shizu-chan, I'm home." Needless to say, Izaya wasn't happy. "What are you doing?" Looking up from where he was sitting, he met that sharp gaze. "Kyouko and I are putting up baby gates."

"I can see that, Shizu-chan. I told you to rest." His lover looked past him. "Mum, you said you would take care of it." At the top of the stairs he could hear soft laughter. "I did. Shizuo is having a baby shower on Saturday." He could see Izaya was getting close to the edge. Turning the screw tight, he placed the screwdriver on the floor. "Izaya, can you help me up?"

His lover crouched down, sliding slim arms under his own. Pushing against the wall, he waited until he was steady. Leaning over he placed a kiss on the flea's soft lips. "Thanks. I'm going to rest for a bit." He could see the relieve in those crimson eyes. "Thanks for today, Kyouko." His future mother in law grinned. "You're welcome, Shizuo." Unlocking the baby gate, he waddled into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and snuggling under the covers. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

Shizuo found himself looking up at the ceiling when he opened his eyes. He no longer slept on his side anymore, it only made his body ache. Turning his head, he looked at the led numbers. Throwing the covers back, he almost rolled out of bed. His stomach grumbled followed by a kick inside him. Steadying himself, Shizuo waddled to the door frame, seeing His lover sitting on the sofa. Pushing the gate open, he moved to join him.

"Sleep well?" Nodding his head took less energy than talking, he was already out of breath. "Yeah. You should have woken me up." But he knew why Izaya had done it, it was the same reason why Mr god complex did everything. For his sake or the baby's. "you needed to rest. I'll heat your dinner up." A hand rested on his shoulder, telling him to stay where he was. His mouth twitched, even so he stayed where he was. He had caused his lover enough trouble.

Shizuo pulled out the small table in front of him. It was higher than the glass coffee table, similar to the one he used for his laptop. Instead of handing him the plate, the flea put it on top of the table, probably so he didn't burn himself. "Thanks." Izaya sat down next to him, clearly wanting to say something. "How are you feeling? Shizu-chan." Finishing his mouthful, he slouched back against the cushions. "...Better, than before."

He knew why Mr god complex was on edge, why he was constantly asking about how he felt. As soon as he had slid into a negative frame of mind, Shinra had been called. They were worried he was going to relapse, that his mind was going to shut down again. It wasn't the case. Sure he felt down and miserable, but Shizuo had accepted it. With Izaya's help he had pushed through into the final stages. "Good. Mum told me about the baby shower."

Finishing his food, he moved the table away, slowly swivelling his body, so he could rest his head on Izaya's lap. "She thinks it will help cheer me up." Those long fingers were playing with his hair again. "It needs cutting." He couldn't help but be honest when his lover was being so gentle. "Do you feel up to going to the hairdressers?" Shaking his head, his eyes followed the flea's chin, watching the way his lips moved. "I could call someone out for you?"

Shizuo didn't answer, he had a feeling Izaya was going to do it anyway. Reaching up and wrapping his arms around the slim neck, he pulled his fiancé down, giving him a small peck on the lips. Letting go his arms dropped back onto the sofa. "What was that for? Shizu-chan." Feeling his face heat up, he turned his head away. Like he didn't know.

The next morning he felt better, the invitations were clutched loosely in his hand. His lover grabbed his arm when he tried walking away. "Shizu-chan, you're not wandering around the building." It was a lost argument, so he found himself in Izaya's office once again. "I need to give these out." A mug of hot chocolate and his snacks were set down in front of him. Mr god complex had his own coffee.

"I'll call them over the tannoy. Or you can do it." Him? Speaking over that thing? Shaking his head, he shoved one of the choco-cheese into his mouth. "Then I'll do it." The invitations were taken from him, crimson eyes flicking over the names. Lowering his head, he couldn't watch as Izaya made the morning announcement.

Good morning my lovely humans. I hope you are all working hard. If you have any problems, please go to your line managers or come to me. There was nothing about him. Everything was being made stress free. Can the following report to my office:- Karisawa from admin, Takara and Ayame from accounts, Hinata, Hirumi and Karin from I.T. That's all.

Shizuo glanced over at the CCTV, watching their reactions. Walker and Kadota looked panicked as Erika bounced from the room, a notebook in her arms. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. "Come in." The six women shuffled in. "All yours, Shizu-chan. I'll take these ones." Meaning he wasn't allowed anywhere near Artic. "Shizu-chan. Are you sure you want me to give out the last one?" No, he wasn't. But she was part of his life, he had to try. "Do it." He could tell Izaya wasn't happy. "I'll be back soon."

"Shizu-Shizu, you wanted us?" It was Karisawa that ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yeah, I wanted to give you these." The high pitched squeal made him cover his ears, it didn't help one bit. "You're having a baby shower?" It was Takara that had opened hers first. "Tomorrow. I best get shopping." Hinata,the short blond smiled. "I'll definitely be there." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

When his lover returned, he walked in to find everyone still in the office, either on the floor or sitting next to him, with hot drinks in their hands. The ones that didn't know Izaya that well froze, looking at the time. Takara smiled and waved, while Karisawa jumped up. "Iza-Iza, you're back. We were all looking after Shizu-Shizu." The flea had been gone just under an hour and a half, they had been with him the whole time. "I see. You can all go back to work now."

His new friends put their mugs in the sink before making a quick exit, only Takara and Karisawa remained behind. "Iza-Iza. Can we leave early today?" Mr god complex dropped into his chair, spinning in small semi circles. "Why? You know the rules. You've already had an extra hour." Shizuo had to admit, stern Izaya was a fucking turn on.

Crimson eyes flickered to him briefly, as if his lover could tell what he was thinking. "Oh, but Iza-Iza, we have to buy presents for Shizu-Shizu." As soon as he knew it was for his sake, he knew Mr god complex would cave. "An hour earlier and that's it." The two women grinned before running from the office. Izaya said nothing, as the door closed, he thought it would be better to keep silent, knowing that once again Karisawa had got her own way.

At twelve he was woken up by his lover, who helped him up from the sofa. "Come on, Shizu-chan. Lunch time." His mood dropped quickly, the smile fading. "Lets get some lunch." Together they made their way to the third floor, Izaya trying to cheer him up. Stepping outside of the lift, Shizuo leaned back against the wall. Their baby was very active today, making him feel worse.

"Shizu-chan?" Mr god complex paused, realising he wasn't following. "I'll be there in a minute." Removing a hand from his belly, he waved his lover away. Not that the flea listened. Izaya crouched down, resting on his knees, head resting on his swollen tummy, slim hands pressed on either side. "Stop causing your mummy so much trouble, Satoshi." Closing his eyes, he tried not to notice everyone staring at him. This was embarrassing. "Flea, cut it out!"

Shizuo was ignored, his lover continued to nuzzle his swollen belly, underneath all the embarrassment, it did feel good. Opening his eyes, he watched Izaya, giving into the urge to run his fingers through that soft raven hair. The two of them slipped into their own world or maybe he should say the three of them. Blinking rapidly he tried to stop the tears threatening to fall. "Shizu-chan."

Crimson orbs stared into his own. Gentle fingers resting on his cheek. "What's wrong?" He could see the concern for him. "Nothing." Everyone had decided to clear out, leaving them alone. "You're feeling down again?" Shaking his head, he rested his head on his lover's shoulder, his unruly hair flopping forwards. "No. I'm...happy." His arms awkwardly wrapped around Izaya's neck. He couldn't bring him as close as he wanted to.

"That's a good thing, protozoan. It's not a reason to cry." Their fingers entwined, the flea leading him back into the lift. "What about lunch." His lover kissed him, returning them to the top floor. "Later." Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, Shizuo clung to him. "Yeah." For now he just wanted the two of them alone. His moods were becoming unstable again.

Saturday morning came quickly. He found himself already awake, looking forward to this afternoon. Though he still felt uncomfortable and nervous. He hoped it all went well. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Izaya lay curled up against him, head rested on his shoulder. "Morning." Already the scent of coffee filtered the room. "Are you looking forward to today?" Shizuo paused before answering. "...Did you hand out the last invite?"

They had yet to talk about it. It looked like Mr god complex had deliberately avoided the subject. "It's not going to help with the stress." Turning his head, he gazed into those crimson eyes. "Izaya." His lover sighed. "Yes, I delivered it. If anything happens, you make sure you call me. Promise me, Shizu-chan." His hair flopped in front of his face, when he nodded. "You know I will." The flea would be checking up on him anyway.

"Shizu-chan..." He knew why Izaya was worried, it had been one of the biggest problems in his life. But this was for his baby, so the last invitation, he had been hesitant to write. Even so, he had filled it out and now the flea had delivered for him. Whether she turned up or not, Shizuo had invited his mother. It was a big risk, it could end really badly, stressing him out.

Yet he wouldn't be alone. He had all of his friends coming new and old, not to mention Kyouko would be there. Vorona and Anri had been invited and now he would find out if they had figured it out or if the pair knew what they were walking into. Everything had been set. Shizuo raised his head a little, giving up completely. "What time is it?" Izaya rolled away from him. "It's just gone six." There was a long time to go.

His lover's lips pressed against his own. Another kiss being placed against the covers, where his pregnant belly showed. "Come on, lets get some more sleep." Those sharp crimson eyes had already closed, weighing down his shoulder. The choice had been removed from his hands. "Damn it, flea." Closing his own eyes, he found himself drifting off pretty quickly.

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