It's You Or Them - 13

"USAGI! WHAT THE HELL?!"

Misaki stood in bewilderment as he stared intently at close to bursting suitcase that lay in front of him, at his feet. The author however stood the other side of said suitcase, a confused look plastered on his face, watching the teen. It wasn't that he didn't know what Misaki was ranting about, it was just he couldn't help but love the face his lover pulled when he thought him an idiot.

"Take them out, we need to pack clothes."

"Why do we need to pack clo-"

Before the silver haired man could even finish his sentence, the teen shot him a deadly glare, though to him I was like a kittens growl. Just cute. Although this side of Misaki was one he would rarely show, that was until he became pregnant. Now it seemed everything the author did would send the teen the emotions extreme. Such as when he would leave something on the table, even if he was going to comeback to it, he would get an earful from the teen about how he always had to clean up after him like a mother.

But there was definitely an upside, as this effected ALL of his emotions. Which includes lust and sex drive, so much so that it wasn't just Misaki who exhausted by the time they had finished. Though it really didn't take much to make him tired these days. Who knew being a parent-to-be was so exhausting.

Usagi was quickly bludgeoned out of his thought by a multitude of various sized bears being launched at him from the other side of the room, or more specifically from the suitcase.

"Why do you never listen to me, your such a child. I can barely look after one big kid, how am I supposed to look after three kids, I don't want to be a bad parent, I don't want them to h-h-h-"

It wasn't long into Misaki's out burst that Usagi assumed his position, embracing his tearful lover as he sobbed a incoherent sentence. When he had finished and was just quietly sobbing the author placed his big cold hand upon the teens head and whispering softly words of comfort in his ear.

"Misaki, no child of mine could ever hate you, I have no doubt you will be a great mother. So don't cry any more."

After that it didn't take long for Misaki you calm down and let of Usagi's shirt he hadn't even realised he had grabbed in the first place. Very slowly he lifted his head and his tear-stained face housed a small but loving smiled as he looked in to Usagi's eyes.

"Now you go downstairs and have some tea or something and I'll finish packing, properly. I promise, okay?"

The teen just nodded to him in response and he carefully got up and left the room and Usagi listened to his footsteps until he couldn't here them no more before repacking there case with clothes and necessities, slipping in one small teddy bear as he did so.

The day they had read the note was the day Usagi rang Takahiro to ask him about the possibility of them stopping a few night, so he could get there apartment revamped for the arrival of his children. It had been months since he had known he was going to be a father, yet still the phase 'his children' didn't seem right to him. Ever since he was a teen he had thought he wouldn't ever have them because of his preference. Was he even fit to be a parent? What Misaki had said earlier had started to sink it to his brain but before it could worry him too much, he heard his beloved shout from downstairs.

"USAGI! It's 3:30 we need to go!"