On Pregnancy

After five years of being in a steady relationship, Len and Miku decided to hold a wedding ceremony not so long ago. It was a simple one, with a very limited number of guests, since both of them just wanted to formalise everything so they could start their own family. After all, everything was according to their plan because when they were young, perhaps around seven or eight, the two promised to marry and have a family of their own (since both of their families were a disaster). A bit unrealistic, yes, but the two did not intend to back away from that promise no matter how many trials their relationship had gone through.

And so, today was the ninth month of being Mr. and Mrs. Kagamine, and fifth month of Miku's pregnancy. Everything seemed well, but Len never had it easy.

Miku was never this demanding. Sometimes he would just stare at her in disbelief whenever he would come home bringing the fruits she was whining for over the phone, only to throw them away and puke. She would rant later on, as if to give him a scolding sermon that annoying her would be bad for their child, this and that.

"You asked for apples, didn't you?" he tried to argue one time, and it was her cold, hard gaze which told him that he would be sleeping on the couch that evening. "Why are you so mad?"

"Apples smell bad, I hate 'em," she answered plainly before switching the channels.

"What-? I'm sure they aren't-"

"I said I hate them!"

He could only gawk at her and wonder how did his wife, his long-time sweetheart, and his childhood friend became this irrational.

Sometimes the two of them would stand before the mirror in the bathroom, his arms around her waist and his chin on her were married so seeing each other in their undergarments was never an issue anymore. Miku looked so gloomy every time she would see her own reflection and would begin to overthink about him.

"I bet you'll start looking for other girls once the baby bump shows up," she leaned her head back to him, her beautiful face frowning.

These thoughts of hers would make him laugh wholeheartedly. "That's where you're wrong. You know I won't do that."

"Oh, you're just saying that now. You'll hate me once I become fat and unattractive."

"Who says fat is unattractive?"

"I do," she glared at him. "You know you have this habit of complimenting me when we're in bed. Remember the first time we did it? Gosh, you're so obsessed with my slim waist, and -"

With a hand clamped over his wife's mouth, he chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, so what. You don't have to say it in detail, okay?"

Slapping his hand away, she glared even more. "Stop acting like a virgin. We're married."

"It's just awkward hearing those."

"Uh-huh? Anyway, my point is, what if I'm not that slim-waisted girl you're crazy for? I will absolutely, certainly, definitely become one! Are you going to cheat on me?"

Len would pinch her cheek and smile at her, and then he would place a kiss on the furrow between her brows. "Stop thinking so negatively about me. I'm all yours so have no room for worries. Now, should we shower? We'll be late for work."

Miku would smile and untangle herself from him. "I really hate that part of you. Talking sweet and all. So annoying."

"You could just say 'I love you, hubby!' like any other wife would do," Len cooed and followed her in the shower.

"In your dreams, Len. I'm not your ordinary wife." And she would talk about how cringe-worthy Len's demands were.

Len was not sure if he found Miku's pregnancy fun. It made him excited, of course, but dealing with his wife had come out of control. Her baby bump was obvious now, and for some reason, it made his wife more irritable than usual. One time he was about to leave the house to buy some snack, it was around nine in the evening, and Miku was standing near the staircase.

"Len," she called. "Are you cheating on me?"

"What?"

"Are you leaving me because I'm beginning to get-"

"Hey - hey, hold it up," Len marched to her and held her arm gently. "Hey, Mrs. Kagamine, I'm just going out to buy something to munch. Where did you get the idea of cheating?"

"It's late and you're leaving."

"Whoa," he grinned at her. "If you want to tag along, I'll get your beanie and coat. We'll go to the grocery. By the way," he kissed the side of her eye and went upstairs to fetch her beanie and coat. "Why will I cheat on you? You're annoying and all but that's the reason why I'm stuck with you."

"What did you say, Kagamine Len?" she yelled.

She could always expect for a sickly sweet reply, anyhow. "I'm stuck with you and I love you!"

Len Kagamine, spending almost his entire twenty-six years of existence with this woman, was supposedly adjusting in this new lifestyle. Newlyweds sharing the bed together, that was usual. Sharing the bath, taking turns in preparing the breakfast, designing the baby room - all these things were ordinary. However, Len Kagamine was still not used to it… especially with his wife's weird late-night habit.

Wrapping an arm on his waist, Len felt Miku's chin drilling a hole on his shoulder. She was waking him up on purpose, ignoring the fact that he has to wake up early tomorrow. Groaning, he turned to face her. Her face was barely visible in the dimness of their bedroom, but he was pretty sure that those green eyes were sparkling.

"Okay, what is it?" he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the nose.

"I can't sleep."

"And?" He wanted to say 'I'm sleeping here, hello?' but decided against the thought. He couldn't risk it.

She bit her lower lip to suppress a childish grin, but failed to do so, anyway. "I want to eat mangoes."

"Mangoes," he repeated, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

"Mangoes," she confirmed, twirling a wisp of his blond hair between her fingers. "Do you think you can buy me some?"

"And where will I buy them?"

"Uhm, from the fruit stand? Or something? Grocery? Supermarket?"

"Hey," he flicked a finger on her forehead. "It's three in the freaking morning. A few hours ago you asked me to buy you a strawberry flavoured milk."

"Is that a no?"

"Obviously."

"Don't be so cruel, Len. I want to see a mango right now. It is so yellow, you know."

"Look at my hair and go to sleep. I'll buy you some tomorrow."

"Buuuut-"

He gave her one, sharp glance before turning to his side of the bed. She didn't say anything, luckily she didn't whine, but all throughout the evening she was clinging to him like a snake to its prey, mumbling in her dreams, 'mangoes'.

Notes: okay, I tried to edit but if I still miss something, whtvr. lol tysm for reading!