A/N: Since this is a story involving pregnancy, and basically what happens during it, this story WILL HAVE ALL THE MEDICAL TERMS I can put in. I'll happily explain the terms if you are confused, but keep in mind that this just adds to reality of this subject. I hope that you'll enjoy this story!

I bowed at the waist as I stood in front of Kaito's father, eyes shut. "Thank you, Faker. I owe you one." Nervously, I straightened my spine and gazed up at him.

The aging man shook his head. "No, no, it's a gift from me to you and my son," he replied. "I'm more than happy to help you."

I smiled slightly. "Still, thank you for this opportunity," I spoke, a happy edge to my tone. "I wouldn't have been able to get the care I need without your help."

"Of course." He smiled back and gently patted my shoulder.

…

I sighed as I sat down in the chair, ignoring the other people around the room. That had been almost a week ago. I hadn't spoken to any members of the Tenjo family since then; right now, I was too nervous to let anyone outside of my friend Kimi (a woman I had met in Spartan City on one of Gauche's tours; she and I have been friends for nearly a year) know about what I was experiencing right now. It was by far too early, and even still, I felt ashamed. I wasn't happy about anything right now, especially nowadays.

A nurse came into the waiting room and called my name. I looked up nervously, avoiding the glances of the others, and stood, following the blue-haired nurse into the back. A frown was etched onto my lips as she guided me to a room filled with pink wallpaper, brown cabinets, a couple of chairs, an examination table, and a computer. I glanced around, unsure of what to have expected of such a place, before the nurse closed the door after telling me that the doctor would come in after a few minutes. I gazed out the window, which was partially blocked by the blinds, and looked down into Heartland City. The building I was in now wasn't nearly as tall as Heartland Tower (which was visible in the distance), but it was still very tall. At least there were elevators, something that would come in handy in the next few months.

"Hello, Droite," the doctor spoke as she came into the room. Her long pink hair was tied into pigtails, her big violet eyes glowing as I turned to her. She appeared young to be an obstetrician, but she was definitely qualified; the best of her expertise, Faker had told me. Holding her D-Pad computer to her chest, she went over to the countertop and placed her D-Pad on the faux granite. Her gently smile calmed me some. "How are you feeling today?"

I stayed silent for a moment, pursing my lips as I considered my words. "I don't feel great," I admitted, dipping my head slightly to avoid her gaze.

Her expression softened. "Well, I'm here to help you in any way I can," she replied. Coming forward, she held out her hand to me. "I'm Fujisaki Tomo, and I'll be your doctor during your pregnancy."

I considered her hand for a moment, then reached out with my own and shook it, hoping that my grip was strong enough to not be disrespectful (despite living in Japan for several years, I still had my problems trying to accommodate the respectful gestures now and then). "Thank you, Fujisaki-san."

"Please, just call me Tomo," she answered, pulling away as I blushed in embarrassment. "So, how have you been lately, besides today?"

"Nervous," I murmured, taking a seat on one of the soft chairs. "I haven't been… able to contact the, ah, father of the baby yet… and that alone is a killer on my nerves."

"Ah, I see," Tomo responded, sitting on a stool across from me. Her white coat fell open to reveal her red dress and black stockings. "Alright, Droite, I'm going to do some tests on you, if you don't mind, in order to assess your condition." She took her D-Pad from the counter, typing some information into it. "Alright, so I'll start off with some questions. First off, how about your family history?"

I was quiet for a while after that, frowning deeply. Crap, I didn't realize that she would ask about relatives. "Um, I… I don't know my family history," I answered. "I've never met members of my family before; I'm an orphan, pretty much."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear about that." As she spoke, Tomo entered what I had said into a form I could barely see from my point of view. "How about any current health problems?"

"I know that I have sickle-cell anemia," I said. It was painful, too; the genetic disorder was an extremely horrible thing to have, especially with my job as a manager. If I went into a crisis (more to be explained on that later) while on a tour, I was practically done for. "It's full-blown, too; that's why I'm worried so much about this baby. I don't know about the father's health or if he has a similar disease."

Tomo nodded. "Indeed," she said. "My daughter has the trait, while her twin brother has the disease. It's unbelievably difficult to deal with."

"I know the feeling." Rubbing my hands up and down my arms, I shivered. The last crisis I had was about a month or two ago; a little while before Kaito and I were together.

After Tomo had typed everything in, she adjusted her position on the stool and gazed back at me. "What about your lifestyle habits, including your career and diet? That is important, so we can protect your baby's health."

I raised an eyebrow. Why would my habits be such a concern? "I'm the manager of a famous duelist who goes on tours in different cities for competitions," I answered. "I'm a vegetarian, mostly due to my past, and I exercise pretty often. It comes with the job description, anyway."

"Ah, well, we need to change some of those things, Droite," Tomo spoke. Again, her D-Pad received what I said and saved it on file. "I know this is going to hurt your friend's career a bit, but I can't allow you to travel to other places."

I frowned. "Why not?" I inquired.

"Because from what you're telling me, and your current appearance, you're not well enough to travel by plane and helicopter," she answered. "It's just a precaution until we can determine when it will be safe for you to travel freely."

I sighed deeply. "Alright," I replied. "Anyway, what else do we need to do?"

Tomo smiled in a comforting way. "First, I'll have you answer a few more questions," she explained, pushing up her glasses on her nose. "Then I will draw some blood in order to determine how far along you are, among other problems affecting your blood and circulation. Afterward, I'll do a breast and pelvic exam on you in order to identify other problems. Before you leave, I'll have you leave a urine sample in order to figure out any issues you might have, alright?"

It sounded like a long process, but at least she wasn't doing a pap smear. Those tests hurt.

Well, long story short, I stayed for nearly two hours (one, because apparently finding a useful vein in my arm to draw blood from is difficult, and two, my bladder doesn't like to cooperate when I'm in the doctor's office). Tomo and her nurses were nice, though; a male nurse named Akira was particularly patient and gentle while he drew my blood. I was glad, because I can barely handle needles after the experiments Mr. Heartland put me under.

When everything was done, and I was pretty sore and done with the environment I was in, Tomo lead me down the hall to the exit. She placed her hand on my shoulder and had me turn to face her.

"It's okay, Droite," she said. "Even if you're high-risk, I'll be with you every step of the way, alright?"

I nodded, smiling. "Thank you, Tomo."

Her cheerful grin made me a bit happier. "Of course! You're one of my favorite patients, after all!"

Giving one last pat on my shoulder, she guided me out of the office before leaving. I turned around, looking at the door I had just come out of, and smiled a bit wider.

I have a feeling that this will go well.

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