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The Bewitchment of Babies

Chapter 1

Precious Pregnancy

Slightly undercooked spaghetti noodles smothered in homemade salsa topped with peas, mustard, slivers of boiled egg yolk and a slight drizzle of caramel sauce sat on large plate before Isis Ishtar. The cooks all stood around with bated breath, wondering if their concoction would fulfill the unstoppable hunger and cravings of the woman. Slowly she picked up her fork and twisted a few strands, making sure that a little taste of all the ingredients would touch her palate. Taking the small bite a few kept themselves from visibly gagging while others hid away; some simply closed their eyes so they didn't see the bite and could envision her eating something else.

Taking another bite she made a small sound of approval and everyone let a breath out. "It passes," the very tight lipped brunet said from his stance beside her. Since Seto Kaiba had found out he would become a father he had gone to great lengths to make sure Isis was comfortable. If that meant being a hard-ass on his kitchen staff, demanding they made her whatever she asked for no matter the combination, and making sure they did it right, then so be it. His DNA was now depending on him to make sure everything was right. He wouldn't let that down.

"Seto, I know this dish is revolting, but I can't seem to get enough of it." Isis had prided herself on her prenatal care of upping her already healthy diet with a heavier intake of certain foods and vitamins, but at times the cravings got to the point of being unbearable, and she was left making a decision between steamed broccoli or steamed squash topped in horseradish and slices of plums.

Kaiba watched as she placed another fork full between her lips and made a small noise of disgust, "So it seems." He looked down at her stomach and still couldn't believe the bump there was holding his child. HIS brood. It was unreal to believe he would be a father. Out of all the things in life he aspired to be, a parent was never one. With the hardships faced as a child regarding parental issues combined with his personality, a family was the last thing on anyone's list. Not to mention, he always had Mokuba whom he raised himself. He didn't see the need or ever consider a child. However, here sat Isis, belly full with nasty food and womb fruitful.

Though he never really wanted kids Isis had always cherished the idea. Isis hadn't had the best child hood neither but because of it, she wasn't against having her own family. However, she felt it wasn't in her Destiny considering she didn't have any potential suitors and call her old fashion, but she didn't want insemination for herself and adoption may be nice but she wanted a father present. So never would she had thought, at the tender age of twenty-eight, that she'd be bearing a child and that of a Kaiba's. Looking over at the brunet she offered him a warm smile. Though he didn't return it with his lips, his eyes lit up.

"Isis!" Before she could react Malik was upon her. He had learned how to squeeze her tight without putting his future nephew or niece in the bear hug. "How are you feeling? Sick?" Looking down at her plate he blanched, "You should be. What the hell is this?"

"My…food…" A blush shot across her face as she rubbed the baby bump through her maternity shirt. "He was hungry."

"Yes, she was," Kaiba chided sliding from his seat.

"You two aren't still arguing over the sex are you?" Malik crossed his arms looking at the two. "I mean, Isis, you know it's a boy. We Ishtar's have potent genes combined with that of Kaiba's strong spunk; come on! It's totally a boy." He ignored the look Isis gave him over the use of the word "spunk".

"You're wrong you know." Mokuba entered the room munching on an apple and setting a book aside. "It's totally a girl. There's too much testosterone around here; it's only right for things to balance out with a little girl."

"Well, I personally think that Kaiba and Isis should quit being stubborn and just find out!" Malik declared staring at her stomach, "How can I expect to know what clothes to buy? Gifts to give?" Truly the youngest Ishtar was gung ho on being an Uncle.

"We have bought two of each in regards to clothing and the nursery is unisex." Isis finished the last bit of her concoction on her plate in which Kaiba promptly picked up and placed in the dishwasher himself. "After the birth everyone will know and we still plan to have the post-birthing party you all insist on having."

"Sorry we want the world to know that we're now Uncles," Mokuba smiled as he gently touched her tummy. "I wish…whatever it is would hurry up and get here!"

"Me too!" Malik grinned down at the mass.

"How is Odion?" Isis asked as she went to get up from her chair. Kaiba was immediately near her, surveying her movements in case she felt off balance. "He has not been by in a while."

"Works had him busy," Malik explained as he and company followed her waddle into the living room. "He said he was going to try and come by as soon as he could." Since Isis' pregnancy, Odion had finally graduated and got hired at a local company. Since he had to work his way up, the duties were taxing and the hours long. She expected not to see him but not as little as she had. Since moving in with Kaiba she didn't see her brothers as much and it was definitely an adjustment.

Isis moved over to the couch and gently sat down, with the help of the brunet when he swore he saw her sway. Once she was nestled into the couch Kaiba grabbed a specially made and ordered pillow to place around her lower and upper back before hoisting her legs up on an ottoman, and wrapping massager that helped with swollen ankles and circulation. He put it on a level to his liking and promptly left the room. When he was gone and out of ear shot, Malik and Mokuba allowed their snickers to be full blown laughs.

"What?" Isis asked snuggling more into the pillow rubbing her belly affectionately.

"Kaiba is such a freak, no offense Mokuba."

Mokuba shrugged, "None taken, he's acting like one."

"He is not," Isis immediately defended. "Seto has been nothing but wonderful. He makes sure everything is taken care of for us." She added emphasis by lightly patting her stomach.

"Well, just know he'll get worse as soon as the kid gets here." Mokuba plopped on the couch next to Malik, "Seto can't help how anal he is. The pregnancy is just agitating it."

"The pregnancy is not and I'm simply organized, Mokuba." Kaiba stood in the doorway giving a bored look to the two on the couch. "My future lineage is now depending on me to make sure everything goes accordingly. Considering my resources, I can do that and so much more."

"I agree Seto and you have been doing a wonderful job." She gave him an affectionate smile and to her surprise along with the boys, he blushed.

"I'll be in my office if you need me." Quickly the still pink brunet made his escape down the hallway.

Mokuba gave a low chuckle before going back to stare at Isis' stomach, "He really likes you."

Isis looked up at the black-haired boy in surprise. "Hm?"

"He likes you Isis," Malik said more slowly. "I think Kaiba is really ahem, smitten with you."

It was now her turn to blush, "I'm aware of Seto's like for me. If he didn't, he wouldn't allow me to be here or carry his child."

"That may be true," Mokuba sighed as he stretched, "However I think him just liking you will soon be a thing of the past."

Malik nodded, "Exactly. Mokuba and I have noticed how he's changed over the past months, especially when it comes to you." Seeing the clueless look on his at times, naive older sister's face he rolled his eyes. "Come on Isis! He's waited on you, hand and foot for roughly eight months and has done stuff for you whether you asked him to or not."

"You all are simply surprised that Seto is taking his responsibilities with such ease and comfort." Isis adjusted herself on the couch, "He's simply being a good father."

"Or husband..." Mokuba mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Nothing Isis," Malik quickly dismissed just as the doorbell rang. "I know who that is!" The blonde jumped up and quickly answered the door leaving Mokuba to continue to stare at Isis' huge stomach.

As expected, the three Yamis' rounded the corner. "Isis! How are you feeling?" Yami came into the living room and quickly sat down beside her, while Bakura and Marik sat down directly in front of her on the rug.

Isis smiled at her old friend and rubbed her stomach affectionately, "I'm feeling well."

"You're very close to being due, are you nervous?"

"No, not at all. Just very excited."

"Isn't the pain terrible Okhti?" Malik asked taking his seat back next to Mokuba. He warily looked down at Bakura and Marik who were still staring.

"It may be, but I'm willing to persevere for my child." She smiled to her brother before giving a curious look to Bakura and Marik who looked like they were going to jump out of their skin, while staring at her belly.

"I don't want your hands on her stomach." All turned to the doorway as Kaiba stalked into the living room. He glared at the two as they pouted from the chastisement. For all he knew the psychos could be putting a hex on the unborn or perhaps trying to force pre-mature labor. He simply could not allow that. Isis was already 36 weeks and he didn't want her having any problems. Giving a certain stare towards Yami, the Pharaoh submissively stood away from Isis but defiantly took his seat on the other side of her. Kaiba ignored it and sat down next to Isis where Yami had once vacated, further watching over the stomach from Bakura and Marik.

Marik sat back a little from her but kept his eyes glued to the stomach along with Bakura who was perched beside him with an eyebrow raised. For some reason dumb and dumber were beyond entranced with the idea of pregnancy. Why? He couldn't figure it out but he chopped it up to stupidity. "Must you two sit so close to her?" Since the magic fiasco he didn't trust the two even more. His paranoia regarding them had skyrocketed and he believed rather than 'better safe than sorry' more on the level of 'back the fuck up or be sorry'. So far it had worked.

The blonde rocked forward on his knees to get a better view. "How does it fit in there 'Kura? I mean, could we fit in there? Did you ever fit in… there?" Marik pointed but made sure he did not touch her stomach. He even looked at Kaiba to make sure the brunet knew he wasn't touching his prized pregnant woman.

Bakura nodded leaning forward as well, scrutinizing the stomach further, "I once fit in there. I wonder what was worse: being locked away in some fleshy, slimy woman for nine months or being locked away in the ring for thousands of years."

"I doubt you had the luxury of a human birth," Kaiba said. "I could believe you were hatched."

Bakura growled at Kaiba before continuing his conversation with Marik, "Luckily you didn't have to deal with a mother. You were born from Malik's hatred. Lucky bastard."

"I want to come from a tummy!" Marik demanded. Getting even closer to the large stomach, "It's just so cool!" Glancing up he caught Kaiba's glare before the CEO motioned him to get back in which he did.

"Well I'd gladly swap with you mate. To be able to strike fear in these petty human's hearts by telling them you were born from hatred rather than some lady's snatch is way more badass."

Yami let out a long sigh and rolled his eyes, "I apologize on these two behalf. I'm sorry they came with me."

"I'm sorry you came at all," Kaiba grumbled earning a light squeeze from Isis' hand.

"It's just fine Yami, I'm glad that you're—oh my." Isis looked down at her belly and smiled. "He's moving."

"You mean she," Kaiba quickly slipped in.

"Ooo! Let me see, let me see!" Mokuba jumped off the adjacent couch followed by Malik and sat with Bakura and Marik, kneeling down in-front of her stomach.

Slowly Isis slid her shirt up and they all watched in amazement at little feet pushed through the enlarged stomach followed by prodding fists. "He's been moving more than usual. I believe he's excited to leave."

"How do you know?" Mokuba asked thoroughly entranced by the hands and feet.

"I suppose mother's intuition."

"I'm so excited!" Malik suddenly gushed. "We'll be uncles Mokuba!"

Isis gave a weak smile and Kaiba furrowed his brow in apprehension. Their younger irresponsible siblings would have some authority over their brood? The thought alone was enough to lock away the child until they were eighteen or thirty; whichever one they could get away with more. All they knew was that if their kid's uncles ever gave them a book they would thoroughly inspect it before they could keep it.

"If Malik's the little snot's uncle does that make you their Aunt Marik?"

Marik smiled maniacally, "I'll bake them cookies and pinch their faces." Kaiba made a mental note to never allow them to eat anything over at their 'Aunt' Marik's house.

"I wish...WHATEVER it is would hurry up and get here," Mokuba said as he stood up. "I can't wait till they see their room." Mokuba had come up with the theme for the nursery and had spent months with a crew working on it. The final touches such as linens and clothes had been added not too long ago and even Kaiba had to admit the boys' idea had been pretty good.

Suddenly Isis scooted forward on the couch and all six of the men were surrounding her making sure the heavily pregnant woman was balanced. "I said not to touch her," Kaiba directed at all of them. He helped her stand and took one of her hands, bracing his hand on her lower back.

"Thank you Seto but I can handle things from here." Isis placed her hands on her stomach and waddled her way from the living room no doubt headed for the bathroom.

"Blimey she's huge," Bakura gaped when he got a view of Isis' small body with what looked like a large swollen extension added to her midsection. "I mean, it's like that alien movie we saw that one time."

"Are you sure it was a movie you saw or a suppressed memory of your birth?" Kaiba smirked when Bakura glared at him and finally got up and moved over to the armchair. Marik soon joined him, taking a place on the armrest.

"So are you excited Kaiba?" Yami asked looking at the brunet who kept glancing where Isis exited not too long ago.

"I'm thrilled," the sarcasm didn't go unrecognized.

"It must be exciting to be raising a brood of your own to teach the ways of life and the importance of things you hold dear."

"Shut up," Bakura began, "you really suck the life out of everything Pharaoh."

"Not everything," Yami hissed under his breath. Despite himself, Kaiba cracked a smile. He couldn't agree more.

Marik quickly looked back where Isis had disappeared before giving Kaiba a perverted look, "So, what's it like?" Kaiba knew better to respond so he didn't. Marik took this as a lack of comprehension. "You know? Banging a pregnant chick?"

"EW MARIK!" Malik and Mokuba said in unison.

"That's a horrid topic Marik!" Yami chided equally disgusted.

However Bakura had a look of genuine curiosity on his face. He began nodding, "Yea...what would that be like? I mean, do you grab the belly as you would her ass or tits?"

"No, no, the child is in there. You'd have to sensually rub it or perhaps brace it gently."

"But mate, if the babe comes out of her snatch, won't you be poking it with your dick if you're banging her?"

"Well...think of it more like a threesome or a two-and-a-halfsie."

"Thank you all for coming, but goodbye." Kaiba rose from the chair motioning his less than polite company out.

"You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Coming-"

"That goes for you too Yami." Kaiba turned to him cutting his eyes towards the front door. "Bye."

Rather than acknowledge the irritable future father he rose with all his regality in tow and glided from the mansion with a glaring Bakura and giggling Marik behind him. A few moments later Isis returned to the room looking thoroughly perplexed before her gaze landed on quite the comfortable Kaiba. "Seto..." She even heard the click of the front door and the sound of a car starting.

"Yes I kicked them out. No, I'm not apologizing."

Giving a long sigh Isis waddled over to the couch and plopped down next to him. "Fine."

Mokuba and Malik swapped looks surprised by the nonchalant answer. "No chastising?" Malik asked his sister. Everyone knew Isis was always good for a reprimanding especially for Kaiba.

She absently rubbed her belly, "Not at all. I'm too pregnant to care at this point plus if Seto sees certain things as a hazard to my pregnancy, I can be negotiable. He is the father of this child."

Malik and Mokuba swapped an unnoticed look and smiled to themselves.

That Evening

"Seto, your honesty has always been valued. Tell me am I hefty?"

Kaiba looked up from his current baby book to find gravid Isis looking in the mirror again. She was rubbing her belly as she usually did before bed and considering her due date wasn't too far off she had plenty to rubdown. He couldn't help but give a small smile at how cute she looked scrutinizing her belly. Though he would never tell her such.

"Isis, you're pregnant, what do you want me to say?"

"I'm not sure Seto. I simply feel great in size."

"Maybe the baby will weigh a lot."

"Perhaps they received your stature and need more room." She smiled fondly at the idea before pulling her shirt back down. She moved over into the bed and laid down next to him. Taking his arm she placed it on her belly and moved his hand back and forth.

"Why do you always do that?"

"It comforts us."

"Us?" He snorted before going back to reading, automatically moving his hand back and forth on her stomach.

Isis smiled at the hand rubbing soothing circles along her swollen belly and let out a contented sigh. She loved being pregnant. Everything about it was beautiful in her mind. The vomiting, the moodiness, the swelling, the cravings, the pain; it was all worth it. It all went towards the wonderful life moving within her womb that was created between the passionate bond she and Kaiba shared those many months ago. Turning her head she looked up at the CEO and smiled warmly.

"I'm enchanted with you Seto Kaiba."

"Isis, I told you to not speak to me during one of your 'love child' moments. Not to mention, poorly chosen adjective considering how we got here." He closed his book and clicked off the lamp next to him.

"Apologies Seto, I'm simply bubbling with love."

"Of course you are." Grabbing the body pillow he ordered especially for her pregnancy he assisted in her getting comfortable before snuggling in behind her. As he felt her drift off to sleep he couldn't believe that he would soon be a father. On all his calendars he had the due day marked to when his child would come into the world. All he could think about was how he was going to give them everything they needed and how they wouldn't deal with the situations he got stuck with. Rolling over onto his back he stared up at the ceiling as the insomnia dared to take him over again.

Was Seto Kaiba ready to be a dad? But more importantly, would he be a good dad?

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Well would you lookie here, a squeal. Surprised? I sure as hell am. I've been playing with this idea since I finished The Enchantment In Family. After a bit of conviction, i.e. baby talk coming up all around me and having a dream I was pregnant with Kaiba's child (I know, TMI) it was time to finally put this out there. I hope this is something everyone will enjoy just as much as the first one. If you have not read the first one I'd advise it since I plan to discuss past situations in this story. But if you don't, I'm sure you won't be too confused at times.

Still stands: If I don't get one measly review, no new chapter, however if I do get one measly review, new chapter.

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