Hi everybody! I'm not dead! Sorry it's been so very long. I wanted to share another story with you guys so badly… *sad eyes* I've fought with my writer's block for more than three months now and I think I'm starting to win again. *fingers crossed*

Since it is raining here today, I thought of Yamamoto and his lovely friend Hayato (now the girl Hayako) and I wrote this little fic. It might be multi-chap if I can get enough juices going. Wish me luck! And please let me know what you think? Many thanks :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own KHR nor do I claim any rights to it or any of the characters and/or locations in this fan fiction story that you may recognise from the anime/manga. I am only responsible for the plot (and gender bending) and nothing else.

Hayako pulled the covers around her and glanced at her sleeping husband. A gentle smile played on her lips. She had never known she could be this happy.

Yamamoto's slow breathing was a comforting thing to wake up to. She had thought so since the day he had asked her to move in with him. Bianchi had been more than willing to kick her out of the apartment Hayako had gotten for herself to begin with just so her older sister could spend all the time alone she wanted with her own Mafia fiancé. It was hard enough believing that Reborn would want to tie the knot at all.

She glanced at the ring on her finger now and let out a wistful sigh then clicked her tongue at her behaviour. She had turned sappy and she couldn't decide if she liked it yet. It could be the fact that the idiot beside her had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. It could have been that she felt like she truly belonged when she was with him.

It could even be the fact that he had stubbornly barged into her heart and stayed there not caring about her opinions and she'd had a few.

Or it could be because of the little life growing inside of her.

She had been told that morning by the doctor and she had panicked for all of three minutes. Then she had slipped back into her old ways of wanting to calculate the probability of her being a good mother versus her happiness factor.

Then her husband's face had come to mind.

She had done a lot of things alone. Since she had found out that she was her father's mistress' daughter, she had been hurt and angry at the world. Bianchi was a good sister though and she had managed to get Hayako out of that rut somehow. Then Yamamoto Takeshi had waltzed into her view, calm as you please, irritated the heck out of her, and then swept her off of her feet.

He would be happy once she told him the news. She knew that for a fact. But something dark and sinister played in the back of her mind over and over telling her that this was the end of her little fantasy and now it was time to wake up. He had never brought up children except to tease her and even so, it was always "someday."

She sighed and settled back down next to him watching his sleeping face a little longer. Much as she would have loved to live her life without having to rely on someone, she had found that she didn't particularly mind him there.

"Don't ever change," she whispered and then chided herself mentally. If anyone found out that she was being this sappy, she would lose face forever. Kissing Yamamoto's shoulder, she drifted off to sleep again happy that for the moment, she still had him right there with her.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*

"Are your boobs getting bigger?" asked a very curious mist guardian with a smirk. He had asked that question on purpose to try and rile Yamamoto. Of course he would point out something like that, but yes, they had gotten a little bigger. That was a fact she couldn't hide. She had wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for as long as she possibly could but it seemed impossible with the way things were now.

She glared at him and lifted her cup of herbal tea to her lips again. For some reason, normal tea made her retch. This was a safe alternative and she liked the vanilla and cinnamon flavour she had bought the other day.

"All the better for me!" replied Yamamoto grinning broadly.

"Really though, what are you doing to her Takeshi? She seems a lot more toned down than usual. She would be halfway to strangling me after a comment like that."

"Shut up," said Hayako barely controlling her irritation. Having this much emotion all the time was frustrating. She would be going through even more in a couple more months when her belly began to show. It seemed she was one of those women whose pregnancy wasn't so obvious until about month five. It was still too early to tell.

"And you're getting a little rounder too. I wonder what it could be."

"What? Who said anything about getting rounder? My stomach is just fine thank you. Keep your opinions to yourself mister know-everything-about-pregnant-women."

And with that, she stormed out of the room leaving the two idiots to their conversations. Mukuro had caught on to her implication and looked at the father-to-be and was a little surprised to see his very neutral reaction to this news. Perhaps he already knew and that was why he didn't react.

"She's been on edge a lot lately. I wonder what could be wrong. Do you think she ate something strange?"

Mukuro laughed.

Of course the idiot didn't get it. Of course he would be the one person on the whole planet who didn't understand that his own wife had just claimed to be pregnant.

"Yeah, that could be it. Maybe you should take her to the hospital and have that checked out."

Still laughing, Mukuro left the room leaving Yamamoto wondering what exactly he had said that was so funny. Perhaps he should go find his wife before she did something drastic. He sighed and rose from his seat then headed towards the door. That was what one got for being married to Hayako, not that he was complaining at all.