I start to wake up and stretch a little. The sun beaming in through the window. I look over and see Yami partially laying on top of me still asleep. I lay there smiling happy that I'll always have him by my side.
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It's been close to three months since my birthday party and mine and Yami's um moment together. Now we're practically in September. Luckily grandpa's a heavy sleeper. If not, then that night would have been very awkward for all of us. Anyways, I've noticed a couple of differences a few weeks after that day.
I've started to gain weight. Which really isn't normal for me. My size usually doesn't change. But for some reason it is now. Sometimes I get sore, but it goes away as quickly as the pain came. I eat more now too. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm eating for more than just myself.
Yami's pointed out that I've been eating weird. Wanting to eat things that no one eats together. Things such as pickles and vanilla ice cream, hamburgers and milkshakes, random things like that. And I thought Joey's eating habits were weird.
Yami also says that I'm acting funny too. That I'm always getting cranky at the littlest things. I've went off on a few of my friends too. Including Yami. But I don't want to get into any of that. It's just too painful to think or talk about.
Anyways, other than all those weird things going on, I feel perfectly fine. I wanna say that some of my problems are due to left over pollen from the seasons changing. Or the crazy weather changes lately. Hopefully I'm not wrong.
I lay on the couch with Yami's lap as my pillow staring out into space since there's nothing better to do. My stomach starts feeling funny, but I put it off as lunch settling in my stomach. Yami put his hand on my stomach and started to gently rub it. The motions of his hand seemed to calm the restless ocean inside of me.
It's now the evening time here in Domino. The leaves are changing, the weather is chilling. The season is changing into fall. Or as some call it, autumn.
We've already had dinner. Grandpa made some chicken and dumpling stew. It was really good. It's also one of my favorite meals. It was really nice getting to eat with him for once again.
He's been really busy in the shop lately. It kinda worries me that he's doing all that hard work and not bothering to ask for help. But I understand why he doesn't want to bother me or Yami. Besides the fact we're pretty much famous by holding the "King of games" title, he just doesn't want to take any time away from us being together. But that's just my guess.
I start to doze off on Yami as he soothingly rubbed my stomach. Just when I think my stomach's settling, I feel sick. I pulled away from Yami. Stepped on the carpeted flooring and raced to the bathroom. I swung the door open. Not caring if it stayed open a crack or more. I drop to my knees in front of the toilet. I hurriedly opened the lid and bent over. I felt my dinner pour out of my mouth which consisted of chunks and mush of chicken and dumpling stew.
I hear the sounds of Yami's socked footsteps as I finished up. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he had bent down next to me. He put a hand on my back and soothingly rubbed up and down. The calming hand disappeared, then a few seconds after running water was heard, his hand reappeared with a steaming washcloth in his palm. I took it from him and washed off my face. I handed it back to him. "Thank you mou hitori no boku." I breathe out in thanks. "You're welcome aibou." He kissed the side of my face. I smile feeling a little better now.
I shakily stand up. Yami instinctively takes my arm and places it around his waist, holds it there momentarily so he can wrap his arm around my shoulders, and then lets go. With his free hand, Yami flushed the toilet and the gooey mess went down the drain. We walk to the bedroom slowly. When we approached the door, he turned the knob and let it swing open.
