'It's a girl'- one of the happiest yet terrifying sentences I've heard since my father told me he was dying.
That sounds incredibly sick and sadistic! What I mean is that when I found out that my father was dying, I was frightened of how little time I would have left with him, but also overjoyed that he wasn't meant to suffer for much longer. Too bad my father was a stubborn man; refusing to die until he was ready to do so.
Traumatic yet exhilarating. I feel energised and motivated but also fearful. Sora is the only one of my friends that knows of our plans to try and best Kyoya's brother's by having a son. She's pretty concerned. I don't blame her.
I lay down on the bed I've been sharing with Kyoya for a short while. We've both been sleeping in guest bedrooms for a long while, it's taken more than two years to get on the level of a relationship in which we were comfortable bedding down together, and only very recently have we done anything more than sleep. This is increasing the stakes of our relationship by a thousand.
"Kuri, are you still comfortable with doing this?" Kyoya asks, pushing up his glasses.
"I guess so." I shrug. This is a big step, a huge one. Having Kyoya's child for the sheer sake of corporate domination is going to raise a lot of eyebrows. Particularly with Yui and Cho; over the last few years, Sora, Mai and I have been growing apart from them. It's quite awkward at weddings and corporate events because they are always at the bar, drinking wine coolers from Sorrento like they're tap water.
"I understand that it's a lot to ask of you Kuri... We don't have to -"
"I promised you, Kyoya, I promised you that I would have your back. We need to do this. I'll be twenty two, tonnes of kids are born of parents far younger than that back home." I shrug, trying to understate the significance of pregnancy.
"How will your mum react, Kuri?" I am asked.
She'll be ecstatic it doesn't take a genius to know that. As far as she knows, we've been intimate for just under three years. This will make her so happy.
"We don't need to worry about my mother, it's Yuuichi and Akito you need to be concerned about. " I wave him off.
"That's very true. But they don't know the details of our private life." Translation: They too think we've been intimate for almost three years now.
"You have a point... Three years of marriage is usually beyond enough. " I smile. Too bad we're not like other married couples , we have spent most of our marriage doing one of three things; working, vacationing, spending time with friends such as Suoh Tamaki and my best friend Sora.
"So...When...How...You'll want this to be special, right?" I am asked.
Special? I've been graced with special before, like on our first night ; candles, rose petals, music, it was an amazing mood before we even did anything. Yes I did feel uncomfortable, but it was an incredible night all the same. If he's even considering trying to top THAT, then I'm doomed. I'll probably hurl myself on him if he digs any further into Sera's mental records of sensual scenarios that we used to muse upon back at Ouran High School.
Not many people would associate Kyoya Ootori, the Shadow King, with being driven to fulfil any ridiculous scenario that I had conjured up. On our first anniversary, he had clearly gone to Sora and gotten information from her, because she came up with a ridiculous idea of how to test his love.
Let's just say that a serenade on the violin to an English alternative Christian rock song was what I found myself encountering. It was sweet, well executed and so endearing. Kyoya really doesn't mess around. I was actually pretty surprised that he would be so attentive to my wants, even as his wife. It was incredible! Not once have I had a bad date night with Kyoya.
"It would nice for it to be special. I mean, this is our lives that we're discarding. We're giving up our freedom for a fifty fifty chance on conceiving a boy..." I shrug.
"You make a very valid point, Kuri. " Kyoya notes. We push up our respective pairs of glasses in synchronisation and laugh at how we can simply mirror one another.
Maybe we are too immature for kids. Looks like we've got a lot of growing up to do.
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Us ((Third Book In The Who, You, Set))
Fanfic((This fanfic is the one that will come after "You!")) Us. This is all down to us. If we screw up now then we have lost. Akito's wife is seven months pregnant, Yuuichi's wife is four months pregnant, and then there's us. We cannot lose now. Not now...
