Us ((Third Book In The Who, You, Set))

Three: If It's A Girl

Squary Note:
This chapter contains mentions of Um... O:)
... This chapter contains mentions of sexual content,  but it's not explicit or anything O:)
Okay, that's not totally true...there are tonnes of references to sex and sexual content and kinks and stuff...Hey, that happens when your narrator is married with gossips as besties.
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I groan; time ticks by so slowly when you're waiting for something important.  This is it. This is going to change my life. The piece of information that will be presented to me in the next ten minutes will change my life. It will either mean we've succeeded in phase one of our plan, or we have to try again. 

Kyoya is pacing.  He's even more impatient than I am. Not that it wasn't obvious.  Last night was not chivalrous at all. Not that he cared about behaving like a gentleman,  he admitted to that. Despite the setting,  his first priority was clear. He had his eyes on the prize qnd he got what he wanted.  I wasn't about to stop him. I have no right to. This is just as much about him as it is about me. And this is, after all,  all about domination. In the sense of business,  of course.

My mind keeps on veering off to what happened after we were done. He definitely made up for being so forward,  with movies and coffee.  It's just a façade though.  We both know what we want. And these romantic actions really do not suit the powerful businessman that is Ootori Kyoya.  None of what we've done has struck me as very in character for him. But maybe that's because I've been exposed to his true nature,  besides that of the host and the legitimately sentimental friend. At the core of his vessel,  his being,  his essence ; is a man who longs for the power he deserves and lacks due to confounding variables such as his ranking in the biological hierarchy. 

That reminds me of the time that Sora declared that Kyoya struck her as the kind of guy who would be into BDSM and made Yui laugh so hard that the wine cooler she was drinking; from Sorrento, of course, came out of her nose. I snort a laugh,  drawing Kyoya's gaze to me. Not wanting to confess that we had such a conversation,  I look away and try to think of a different topic for my mind to unravel. 

Too bad that won't work, because it seems that everybody has a different opinion on what Kyoya would be like in the bedroom.  That thought alone makes a rosy tint break onto the pigment of my skin. Tamaki didn't go as far as Sora by suggesting that he was all for BDSM, but his suggestions and implications about Kyoya were just as funny. He proposed that Kyoya would be captivated by maid outfits.  Ha, nope.  I'm not doing that.  Never will.

This is getting too weird now, let's think about something else... Um... My mind is drawing a blank. I need a distraction,  anything to keep my mind off the imminent information.  With a sigh , I turn to my husband.  He's antsy too, pacing and muttering to himself.  I bet he's pondering over things.

"What will we call it?" I blurt out the first thought that comes to mind.

"It?" Kyoya cocks a brow.

"Yeah...What's it's name going to be? " I ask.

"Let's start with girls names,  not that we'll have a girl.  The probability is too low." He's being very sure of himself.

"Ruri?"

"No. "

"Aina?"

"No. Hana?"

"No. Um...Sakura. " I tease, poking my tongue out at Kyoya.

"No. Why not Gina? " He asks.

"Dia?"

"Ryoko?"

"Umi? "

"Haruka? "

"Kyoko? "

"Mei?"

"Miyoko? "

"Meiko? " I am asked as my husband pushes up his glasses.

"Akira? "

"Makoto? "

"Rin?"

Time is just so slow. Oh my God! How boring!  Discussing baby names should be deep and meaningful.  But this is flat and boring.  We don't really seem to care.

"Why not Yume?"

"Rei is a cute name?"

"Oh! I know! "

"You do?"

"Sure! Why don't we call the kid Sekai if it is a girl. "

"Sekai... That's cute. I love it Kyoya. "