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You groaned unhappily as the sun filtered in through the window. Its obnoxiously cheerful light landed on you, disturbing your sleep. With a sigh, you sat up and flipped off the covers. An action which disturbed you sleeping partner. He opened one sleepy eye to look at you and a smile broke onto his face.
“Good morning, ma cherie,” he whispered into the pillow. After a few moments, he sat up, realizing the futility of trying to return to sleep. He wiped the sleepiness from his purple eyes then turned his attention fully to you. “How are you feeling this morning?” While his question could have considered a general assessment of your health, you knew there was more weight behind it than that. As of late, you had been waking up to a nauseous feeling in your stomach and more often than not, had to make a beeline for the bathroom. You assured him that you were fine, but since you refused to schedule a doctor's appointment, he was prone to worrying about your health.
“I'm doing well, thank you.” You reached over and ruffled your partner's purple hair. Since it was usually so tidy, you were enjoying the fact that it was sticking up in various directions this morning. You ruffling didn't help any, either.”
Tsukiyama took your hand so that you couldn't cause his hair anymore disarray. He held your hand gently in his, stroking the top of your hand lightly with his own slender digits. “No nausea?” he probed, looking at you with an arched eyebrow. The last time you had lied about your condition, your body had betrayed you and you were sent running to the bathroom. He had hoped you would skip that part and just tell him if you were unwell.
“Not this morning.” You gave him a cheery smile and squeezed his hand. The truth was, you had been feeling better the past few mornings than you had been for awhile.
Shuu looked at you and nodded, as if to confirm that your statement was true. “That's a relief. You probably did just pick up a bug at work, but I still think a trip to the doctor's wouldn't be unwise.”
“If it helps, I will make an appointment today,” you offered. You didn't really need to go, you knew what was wrong with you, but if it would make Shuu feel better, maybe you would finally do it. Plus, hearing the doctor's opinion would finally confirm or deny your suspicions.
“Merci, mon amour.” Tsukiyama cupped your face softly in his hands and brought it closer to him for a good-morning kiss.
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Pregnant.
It wasn't a shock to you when the doctor gave you his diagnosis. He was only confirming what your missed period had been suggesting. At first, you weren't inclined to believe it, since humans and ghouls were physically incompatible for the most part. However, your unexplained nausea began to suggest otherwise. And looking at the kind smile on the doctor's face only cemented the truth. Somehow, you and Shuu had managed the impossible.
You left the doctor's after hearing a slew of congratulations and helpful advice about taking care of yourself. You assured the doctor that wouldn't be a problem. You had suspected this diagnosis and had started making a list of supplies you would need. The only major problem was thus: How were you going to tell Tsukiyama?
On your way home, you decided to give your ghoul a call. He had been the one most concerned, after all. He picked up his phone after only one ring; an action that made you feel guilty for making him worry so long.
“Salut, (name). How was your appointment?” His question was so forward, that all of the planning you had done to tell him went out the window.
“It went fine, love. As I said, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm just...” you trailed off, not sure if you could really bring yourself to say those words.
“Just?” Tsukiyama echoed your question without missing a beat. He waited eagerly for your response; the tension was palpable even over the phone.
“Actually, I think this is a conversation best saved for face-to-face. I promise that I'm not ill, but this is a little delicate to tell you over the phone. I'll let you know in a few minutes when I get home, OK?” You hung up without giving him a chance to object. You needed a little more time to prepare yourself and to prepare the delivery of your news. Where you were going with it before was obviously not working. What were you going to say? 'I'm fine, I'm just a little bit pregnant'? You sighed loudly, trying to prepare yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.
Tsukiyama was waiting for you when you returned. While he was doing his best to appear natural, his posture was tense. This was an odd look for him, as you had come to know him as a very suave gentleman indeed. “Welcome home, (name). You're going to tell me how the doctor's trip went, oui? ” His purple eyes were focused on you, staring you down so intensely that you knew you couldn't put this conversation off any longer.
You sat on the sofa with him, trying to work up the courage to tell him what you needed to. How would you say it? You couldn't just blurt it out. “Tsukiyama,” you began, taking a breath, “I did go to the doctor's today. I told him about the nausea and he ran a few tests. He was able to figure out the cause of my symptoms.” You glanced over to gauge his reaction, and you were met with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “He confirmed what I've been thinking all along and that is Iampregnant.” You had held your voice steady through the rest of the statement, but those last three words came out in a jumble. You glanced over at Tsukiyama again.
A mixture of emotions played across Shuu's face. First, there was confusion as he tried to piece together what you were saying. Next, came utter surprise. You had never seen your ghoul looking so flabbergasted. Were the situation less serious, you would have laughed at his expression. “Mon dieu,” he breathed, finally settling on an appropriate statement. “Are you sure, (name?)” His expression returned to being astounded when you confirmed that you were sure. However, the shocked expression slowly faded and became one of joy.
“That's amazing, (name). Tres bien.” He pulled you into a loving embrace.
Hot tears welled up in your eyes as you felt relief wash over you. This conversation had gone so much better than the previous versions you had played out in your head.
Tsukiyama released you eventually. When he did, a look of curiosity had crept onto his face. He regarded your stomach and one of his hands found its way there. While you were not displaying any sign of your pregnancy yet, he still felt the need to touch your stomach. “So, there's a petite gourmet in there, huh?” He asked as he reached under your shirt to feel your soft abdominal flesh, “I can't wait to meet him.”
“Or her,” you chided with a smile.