surrogate labor

Chapter nine

It was ten in the morning and Misaki was crouched over the study desk, grabbing his hair in frustration as he tried to digest the lecture notes. He knew he needed help to understand the notes, but dared not disturb Akihiko as he saw that the silver-haired novelist was deep in writing. After several days of writing drought, Akihiko had suddenly been hit by a burst of inspiration and the last thing Misaki wanted to do was to break his concentration. Misaki wondered what everyone else was doing in school right now, and the image of Kamijou the Terror throwing his books at sleeping students flashed across his mind. It was a normal day at school but Misaki was currently under 'house arrest' and would be until the birth. The doctor had explained that Misaki's blood pressure was on the high side, so Akihiko had banned him from going to school in case he had another fainting spell. Leaning back against the cushion in his chair and releasing a yawn, Misaki actually felt relieved to be at home at this moment although he knew his lecturer would cut him some slack as he knew Misaki was 'seriously ill'. However he was still worried about passing the semester after missing so many lessons. 'Argh this is giving me a headache. I give up'. He moaned inwardly and pushed the notes aside, a smile turning his lips as his thoughts wandered to his other 'homework': to think of names for his unborn nephews. His brother and sister-in-law had given him the honor of choosing names for the boys. Misaki reached for the shelf and grabbed a book of Japanese baby names, his heart beating with excitement as he flipped the pages. "Makoto and Masa? That's 'sincere' and 'just', hmm... or maybe, Mitsuo and Minori...'shining' and 'truth'...?" Misaki scribbled down some of the names into a notepad, and decided he would ask Akihiko for his views later. He closed the book with a happy sigh. Casting a glance at Akihiko's direction he saw that the man was typing furiously at his desk, an empty coffee cup beside him. Misaki's eyes then traveled to the pile of books and videos next to the computer. He guessed those were Akihiko's research materials for writing his latest book, which would include mpreg elements. Feeling curious, Misaki walked over and took a closer look at some of the stuff. "I wonder what these people are thinking about when they write such stories," he murmured to himself. There didn't seem to be a single story about a normal guy like himself. But then...was being pregnant even considered normal for him? "Misaki, what are you doing?" the writer murmured, still staring at the screen. "Nothing." A rumbling sound from his stomach interrupted his thoughts. "Okay, okay, I know you guys are hungry." Misaki spoke to his bump, put the book down and ambled into the kitchen to prepare a snack. He decided he would have pancakes with pickles and whipped cream, and started making some for himself and Akihiko (without the pickles, off course). He mixed the batter and poured it into the heated pan. While he was hovering over the stove flipping the pancakes, his mind going over the baby names again, he felt strong arms envelope him. Startled, he let out a yelp and dropped the spatula with a clatter. "Mmmmmmmmm...I'm starving..." Akihiko buried his chin into the thick brown hair, his deep voice sending a shudder through Misaki's body. "Ugh, go away!" the flustered youth snapped. "Can't you see I'm cooking? Just sit right there and wait for your food!" 

"But I'm starving for Misaki," the writer continued with his arms tightly wrapped around his beloved, pulling him away from the stove. He sounded slightly drunk, or tired or probably just horny. Now that Misaki was feeling better in his second trimester, Akihiko would grab the opportunity to harass him more often, springing surprise 'attacks' on him just like in the old days. He knew that even though his beloved protested against his advances, he actually welcomed them. Misaki, of course, vehemently denied this, explaining that he struggled less because he didn't want to hurt the little ones. Akihiko kissed him on his cheek and then released him, walking to the dining room and sitting down at the table, waiting for his food. Misaki sighed, bending over and struggling to pick up the spatula. His belly was starting to get in the way of everything he did, and he was learning to get used to the fact that simple tasks required more effort than before. A sigh escaped his lips as he reached for the fridge to get more pancake mix. He finished cooking the pancakes and brought them over to the waiting writer. They ate in silence and after downing two portions of pancakes, Misaki slowly rubbed circles on his belly, feeling full and satisfied. He glanced around and decided there was quite a bit of cleaning up to be done. Usually it was Akihiko who did the cleaning up, but he had gone back to writing as soon as he had finished his pancakes. Misaki resignedly proceeded to mop the kitchen floor, when the doorbell buzzed. Straightening himself and stretching his aching back, he waited a while for Akihiko to answer it, but he didn't. The doorbell buzzed again. Misaki went to the door and carefully peered out of the peephole. To his surprise, he saw Kaoruko standing outside. He had nearly forgotten about the girl. Misaki scrambled back a little. 'What is she doing here. I don't want her to see me like this.' Misaki stood there panicking when the doorbell buzzed again followed by knocking. "No, go away, please." Misaki whispered backing up more. Suddenly he bumped into something. He quickly looked up to see Akihiko standing there, looking annoyed. "Usagi-san?" Misaki whispered. "Who is at the door?" Akihiko asked also whispering. "Kaoruko-san. She can't see me like this, please Usagi-san, make her leave." Misaki begged, tears forming in his eyes. "Alright. Go upstairs and hide in my room. I'll come get you when she's gone." Akihiko said walking past Misaki and grabbing the door knob. Misaki quickly went upstairs and got into Akihiko's room. He closed the door and waited impatiently. Wringing his hands he listened intensely as the voices became clearer. "What do you mean. Misaki is not here. He hasn't been in school and I'm worried about him." Kaoruko almost screamed. Misaki flinched when he heard the door to his room being slammed open. "I need you to go. I'm busy writing my new book."

"I'll go when I have spoken to Misaki."

"Why don't you just call him."

"No way. I want to talk to Misaki face to face." Kaoruko said determent. Misaki heard them coming closer and in his panic he ran to the bathroom closing and locking the door behind him. He was just in time as the door banged open and Kaoruko stomped inside yelling his name. "I told you he wasn't here," Akihiko said leaning against the door frame. Misaki stood in the bathroom shaking, waiting and praying she would leave. "I guess you are right. I'll leave for now, but tell Misaki to come back to school." she said and then turned walking out of the room. Misaki waited until he heard the front door close before coming out of the bathroom. Akihiko sat waiting on the bed. "Well she's gone. Just such an annoying girl."

"Thank you Usagi-san. I didn't know what else to do."

"Well, if you are truly grateful," said Akihiko motioning the tearing youth closer. "You can thank me properly." Misaki nodded, letting Akihiko make a mess of him all night long.