A/N: Written by Akiko Kuro Ookami and CapicornKitty1975. Edited by myself. I have permission to upload to FFN on behalf of the Authors.
Chapter 8
The next day, Joey woke Malik up. "Heh, wake up, I gotta surprise fer yeh." He kissed him gently.
"Hmm? Oh, ok," agreed Malik groggily, getting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
Joey took Malik to a beautiful high-rise. Entering, he pushed button 23.
"Where we going?" asked Malik curiously.
Joey's smiled faltered just a bit. "You'll see."
Malik hugged him, not wanting him to be upset, "Ok, I trust you."
Opening the door, there was a doctor's office. "I am worried about you."
Malik immediately blanched at seeing the office, wondering if this were his worst nightmare. He went to see if he could step out.
"There's nothing I need to go to a doctor about," he muttered.
"Please, go... for me. I love ya man, an' wanna grow old wit ya." Honey eyes stared beseechingly at Malik.
Malik sighed, "Ok, ok, fine."
Joey walked in with Malik, staying by his side as Malik filled out paperwork.
Malik sighed, but knew he's doing this for Joey after all. When he finished filling out the paperwork, he waited in the waiting room with Joey.
The doctor called him back, Joey going with him, holding his hand.
Although before reaching the examination room, he fainted, his nose bleeding.
"Fuck!" Joey grabbed Malik bridal style, rushing him to the room, yelling for help.
A few nurses helped Joey put Malik in a room to be tested to figure out what could be wrong with him.
Joey held his hand, texting Marik that Malik was at doctors getting some tests.
Marik texted back to make sure Joey promised to give him updates on Malik.
Joey promised he would as he held onto Marik like a lifeline, terrified. He never saw Malik look so fragile.
A few hours later, Malik woke up. He felt disoriented, not sure what happened to him at all.
"Hey there sexy." Joey smiled at him, worry in his eyes.
"Hi," he replied, uncertain of why he had dried blood on his face.
Joey grabbed a rag, wetting it and wiping Malik's face.
"Um, thanks?" Malik shrugged, wondering why he's here again. "Are we done here yet?"
"You passed out and your nose started bleeding. They are running tests." Joey leaned up, kissing Malik's forehead.
"Did they find anything out yet?" he asked.
Joey shook his head no.
"Weird," muttered Malik, then sighed. "Mar's probably worried."
"I told him and am texting him."
"Good," he sighed in relief.
Joey just waited with Malik for the doctor.
"They did a bunch of tests on you."
"And?" he asked, hoping for results. "Any idea?'
"Doctor ain't come back yet." Joey held Malik's hand tightly.
"Great," groaned Malik in annoyance, holding onto Joey tightly.
Joey frowned. The doctor came in. "Well, we've ran tests, and we have determined what is going on. Mr. Ishtar, you are pregnant."
"What?" is all Malik could say, shocked beyond belief by this news.
Joey sat there, face blank. The doctor cleared his throat. "Um, I...I assume this was not planned."
"No, was it?" he asked Joey, confused.
"I...no." Joey looked shocked as well.
"Is this supposed to happe? The passing out thing?" Malik asked the doctor.
"No...but you will need to be on multi vitamins and such...you are very dehydrated."
"Oh," nodded Malik, rubbing Joey's knuckles in a comforting way.
"And...you will be a high risk pregnancy. You will need to check in once a week." Joey swallowed hard, putting an arm around Malik.
Malik grimaced, but nodded. He wrapped his arms around his lover, now worried by this news.
"We'll have to do blood work, and you will have to be on light duty. If you aren't careful, you would be on bed rest." The doctor looked at him sternly.
"Good to know," replied Malik, guessing he'd need to hire more people for the tavern if he'll be out of commission for a while.
"I'll pick up the slack, Mal. Ya need ta rest." Joey was frowning.
"We can hire other people. I don't want you to burn yourself out," said Malik in worry.
The doctor ushered them out. The nurse scheduled a follow up appointment and sent their prescriptions in. Joey walked out with Malik.
The blonde followed him, leaning against his lover. He didn't really know this would happen from just fucking or making love with Joey. He had hoped this wouldn't happen for a long time, but it did.
Joey took him back home. Sitting him down, Joey smoothed Malik's hair. "Wanna talk?" Joey asked.
"Mmm, thanks," murmured Malik in appreciation. "I didn't think this would happen. I mean I'm glad since I know it's yours and all, but still... I thought it'd be later for us to be parents."
"Yea, I know...I...I don' know if I'll be good at tis or not." Joey swallowed, looking nervous.
"We're in it together, puppy," Malik tried to assure him, holding him close. "We'll figure it out."
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It was the best decision Zorc had ever made to have Dartz live with him. It meant they could do whatever they wanted behind closed doors without payment or anything like that. They lived a more lavish life due to the amount they received from their jobs. Relaxing from a day of putting out shipments, restocking, and dealing out to Bakura, the dark haired male waited for when his lover would be ready.
Dartz came home with groceries. Smiling at Zorc, he sat the bag down. "Hey. You look better to eat than these groceries." He smirked, winking.
"Heh, thanks," smirked Zorc, going over to help him put things up. "Did you have any problems with other people today?"
"No." Dartz smiled. "One guy hit on me, but I told him to piss off."
"Heh, good," murmured Zorc, putting up the groceries with him.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Were we expecting someone?" Zorc raised a brow.
Dartz shook his head no.
He frowned, heading over to the door. Opening it, he decided he'd deal with whoever it may be on the other side.
A trim blonde man was standing there. "Oh, hello. Is that teal haired handsome man here?"
"My husband is here, yes," replied Zorc, narrowing his eyes dangerously at the man. "Why do you want to know?"
"O...oh. I'm sorry...I didn't realize he was married." The man raised his hands up, smiling engagingly. He rejected me at the store; I was coming here to see if I could change his mind. If he's married, then I'll leave."
"Then leave," Zorc siad icily.
The guy did. Zorc heard a strangled sound from behind him.
"What's wrong?" asked Zorc in worry, turning on his heel in hopes everything is ok.
A man was holding Dartz at knifepoint, the silver blade at Dartz's throat.
"What the fuck do you want?" snarled Zorc, remaining where he stood in case moving would cause the knife to press harder or anything. "Take your hands off of him."
"Fucker...you honed in on the wrong motherfucker's territory. So...you give back the east side, or we take your bitch lover, and then eventually take back the east side, too." The hooded man stated.
Zorc sighed, "Fine, if you're going to be an ass about it. If it's the east side, go ahead you can have it back. My partner is more important to me."
The man pushed Dartz towards Zorc, keeping his eyes on them as he went to the window.
Dartz started gasping, holding his neck.
Zorc strode over to him, wrapping his arms securely around his lover. He inspected the wound, seeing that it's not serious although merely a flesh wound.
Dartz looked up at Zorc, eyes glassy. He was shaking.
Zorc took him into the kitchen, getting the first aid kit. He disinfected the wound before banding it up.
"You'll be ok, my dear," he murmured softly.
Dartz shook his head in agreement. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"No need to apologize. You're more important," he said simply.
"I will avenge this and make it right." Dartz swore. "I will not be a liability."
"Hmph, don't worry about it. You're far from that," assured Zorc simply, amused though.
Dartz narrowed his eyes, plotting. "You're not giving up the east side, right?"
"Correct," replied Zorc, ensuring only his lover heard about it, unsure if the man's still in the area.
"Good." Dartz stated. "Because if I ever became a liability; I'd expect you to slit my throat." Dartz stated matter of factly, after regaining his faculties.
Zorc shrugged, "I'd most likely incapacitate you for a while. Slitting your throat wouldn't suit my needs."
Dartz nodded. "However it would best suit you. Dinner before we figure out how to take out those men?"
"Yep, we can do it during dinner," he suggested, releasing him from his hold. "What did you have in mind?"
"Definitely something painful, as they came to our home." Dartz mused as he pulled out the makings for a salad.
Zorc chuckled lightly, "Good to know, but I meant about supper.
"Oh, salad and some grilled lemon pepper chicken." Dartz smiled.
Zorc grinned, "Sounds good with me."
"The dinner or the plan?" Dartz smirked.
"Both," replied Zorc as if it were obvious.
Dartz giggled as he continued making dinner
Zorc helped out; planning in his mind the ways he wanted to deal with the people who hadn't regained control of the east side. He just wanted them to think that they've regained it.
Dartz pulled out a chilled bottle of wine as dinner was done, pouring two glasses.
Zorc accepted one of the glasses after setting the table.
Dinner was in comfortable silence, Dartz making eyes at his lover.
He returned the stare, smiling softly.
"Ahem, so...had you thought about my proposition from the other day?" Dartz prodded gently.
"Hmm, which one?" he asked.
"About the baby." Dartz encouraged.
"I think it'll be a good idea, but perhaps wait to do it after the mess with those idiots has been resolved, meaning them taken out of commission," suggested Zorc.
Dartz smiled. "Good. I think you'd be a lovely daddy." Dartz squeezed Zorc's knee.
"And you'd be a wonderful mom," grinned Zorc.
Dartz blushed, taking the dishes and putting them in the sink. They had a long night ahead, planning the demise of those fools who dared crush the sanctity of their home.