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Um I took a lot of liberties with this one.
"Nice pitching, Sawamura!"
Eijun laughed at the calls and back slaps of his team mates, accepting their praise. After all this time, he still loved the feeling of having answered their faith in him with a good game. He wasn’t just some loud-mouthed rookie anymore, and it showed in the way they treated him.
He was the last into the locker room due to a meeting with the coach, so most of them were already on the way out. Then it was just Eijun.
He opened his locker absently, mind still on the game--what was that throw the other pitcher used? It looked interesting--and when he turned on his phone he almost jumped at the notification of incoming texts, one right after the other so it sounded like one long beeeeeep.
He looked down at his phone: 54 texts and 19 missed calls. Then he remembered.
Oh shit!
***
Eijun skidded to a halt on the fifth floor of the hospital, still unshowered, wild-eyed, and yelling into his phone, "I don’t know, that’s what I’m saying! Mom--MOM! I’m here now, I’ll call you later!" He snapped his phone shut and flagged down the first official-looking person he saw--a nurse.
"Miss! I’m looking for--"
"Where have you been?" And there was Kazuya, looking both as angry and relieved as Eijun had ever seen him and Eijun felt his knees go weak. "I called and texted you like sixteen thousand times!"
"The practice game! I am so sorry, I left my phone in the locker room. I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t--" I didn’t expect this to happen so suddenly!
Then Kazuya was there, and he was wrapping Eijun in his arms, and that was just exactly what Eijun needed. He was so scared. He’d had months to know this was going to happen and yet it was still hitting him like a ton of bricks that this was actually really seriously happening.
"How is--I mean...?" Eijun couldn’t seem to speak, but he trusted Kazuya to know what he was saying anyway. He always did.
"Shh, everything’s fine," Kazuya assured him. He stood back, and a gigantic grin broke across his face. "Come with me." Then he took Eijun’s hand and led him down the hall in the direction he’d come from, to a huge window.
"That’s her," Kazuya said, finger tapping against the glass, indicating a tiny bundle that was the only sign of life in the room.
Eijun felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him. There just didn’t seem to be enough air in the entire world. He pressed his face up against the glass, even though it didn’t really allow him to see better, because he just had to get as close as physically possible.
"She’s...?"
"Ours," Kazuya affirmed simply, the silly smile not faltering an inch, and once the shock began to wear off, Eijun could feel a silly smile of his own forming in answer.
Ours, he thought in awe.
"The name we picked fits rather nicely, doesn’t it?" Kazuya asked, his own eyes now glued to that flailing form. Eijun wondered how long he’d had to watch and tried not to be jealous.
Miyu. Sawamura Miyu. Superior beauty. It sure does! She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
"When can we hold her?" Eijun whispered, not minding that his voice broke on the end. He knew he was on the verge of tears, and Kazuya knew it too, so there was just no point in pretending he wasn’t.
"Soon. It doesn’t matter, though. We get to keep her for the rest of our lives, so we can be patient for a few more minutes."
Eijun wasn’t so sure. He was practically vibrating with the need to hold her close, and count her fingers and toes, and see whether she had an inny or an outty, and what shape her nose was, and whether she had hair or not, and how her weight felt cradled in his arms.
He wanted to know how it felt when he saw Kazuya hold her. He wanted to feel that. Now.
Then Kazuya turned him around gently and kissed him, and Eijun tasted tears that weren’t his own.
"From now on it’s us." Kazuya whispered, and they held so tightly to one other it would have taken a natural disaster to loosen them even a little. Eijun heard the words Kazuya was really saying, because he always did, too.
From now on we’re a family.