My first ever fanfic so pease be gentle with me~ :3 I started it ages ago and got bored so there's a few chapters in my computer to upload for people if they want.

I stopped writing it because I got files mixed up and lost a huge chunk of a newly written few chapters, but I'll try my best to write more if people show interest in the story ^^

I do not own any characters in this story unless I specifically point them out.

Chapter one:

I stared at my reflection as another wave of intense amazement and shock washed over me. I stood motionless in the bathroom, holding my shirt up so my upper body was revealed. What was I looking at? I, Misaki Takahashi, was staring at a bump. Not any bump, a small round and firm bump that protruded out between my slender hips. I had been hoping to disprove my thoughts, but I had only given myself concrete evidence. You see, strange things had been happening these past two months, first it had been the vomiting in the mornings, only to be fine in the afternoon, and then I had started craving all these strange foods. I had been trying my hardest to hide these odd symptoms from my…er… l-lover Akihiko Usami, aka Usagi-san. Not wanting to cause any trouble, I avoided him whenever I felt nauseous or the cravings kicked in, but he was still suspicious. After a while of these occurrences I began to realise that this kind of stuff happened to women, pregnant women. 'That's impossible!' I had thought 'I'm a guy!' and so, here I am, staring at myself in the mirror all colour draining from my face.

Eventually when I could feel my thoughts recovering from the shock I tentatively pressed my hand onto the bump, just to make sure it was a baby bump and not just fat. I mean, I had been eating a lot more lately. My thoughts confirmed that it was definitely not fat; I became lost in thought for a while, wondering how Usagi-san would react when I told him… Wait! I wasn't going to tell him! I won't tell anyone until I can't hide it any longer. I thought back to the last time my brother came round with his wife and son. How I had looked at the three of them happily laughing as a family, my nephews adorable smile and laughter. I recalled wishing that Usagi-san and I could have a family, a large happy family, but I shook off the thought instantly knowing a wish like that would be impossible. I had thought about the happy family wish whenever I saw a child with their parents, that longing for a family never faded after that time and now I'm starting to think that some god out there either really likes me… or loves playing sick jokes.

I was blasted back to the cold reality of it all as there was a loud knock.

"Misaki? Are you okay in there? I thought I heard you being sick." Came usagi-san's worried voice. My head whipped round to the door as knocking continued.

"Coming Usagi-san!" I called back, hurriedly yanked my shirt back over my bump thanking whoever was up there that I had decided to wear a baggy shirt that day. I pouted as I burst out the bathroom glaring at Usagi-san. "Jeez! Don't be so worried that something is wrong all the time! And would it kill you to get a little patience Usagi-sa-"

I was suddenly pulled into his arms and his lips thrust onto mine. My senses became overrun by just one act of love, melting onto him I felt my legs gradually turning into jelly. His cold hands began running up and down my body. This didn't worry me in the slightest; in fact I hate to admit it excited me further. Until I realised that his hands were moving ever closer to my stomach, my growing stomach which was carrying his secret child. In a panic I pushed Usagi-san away, leaving him looking surprised and a little hurt. I felt a pang of guilt for denying him what he wanted, but I couldn't risk being found out. Turning my sudden change of actions into a decent reason I glared harder at him

"Pervert Usagi! Don't try to distract me when I'm already telling you off!" His expression became defiant as he chuckled and leaned in to capture my lips again. Placing my hands on his chest to ensure that he wouldn't lean into me I became lost in his love again. That is until Aikawa came bursting through the front door and rushed up the stairs. I could feel myself turning beetroot as she gawked at the sight of the great BL novel writer with his tongue in another guy's mouth. Once again I pushed Usagi-san away and stomped into my room throwing myself onto my bed careful not to land on my stomach. What was wrong with me?! I would never normally let Usagi-san kiss and touch me like that and get away with it? Was it another effect of being pregnant?

"Pregnant…" I said aloud quietly, seeing how it sounded. Groaning loudly at the thought of what followed in the remaining seven months I rolled onto my side and felt my eyelids grow heavy.

A week went by without any mishaps, and life went on as normal. Usagi-san was still a little suspicious, but nothing could be done with that. My morning sickness still hasn't let up; in fact, it's gotten worse these few days. It's starting to worry me. I was lying on my bed drifting in and out of sleep, until I shot out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. After emptying my stomach and dry heaving for a while I collapsed on the tiled floor breathing heavily. Only then did I realise how hot I was. It felt like I was burning from the inside. Placing my head on the cool bathtub, willing the raging fire inside me to subside, I began to shake violently. In an attempt to stop the shaking I curled up into a ball, cupping my hands around my bump. As my consciousness began to fade I could make out a faint shadow of a figure burst through the door and kneel beside me. Usagi-san's worried voice calling my name accompanied me into the darkness.

Some time later, late afternoon I think, I awoke to the sound of an intense conversation. I strained to hear the lowered voices, only able to make out my name. My failed attempt at eavesdropping was interrupted by my stomach churning and bile rising in my throat. Clamping my hand to my mouth I sprung out of the bed I had been put in and looked around for somewhere to vomit. Once the dry heaving had ceased again, (I feel sorry for whoever has to empty that trashcan in the morning) I took the time to finally inspect my surroundings. The bed I had been unconscious on was metal with clean white sheets, everything was so white and clean. Oh great… I'm in a hospital… I thought, noticing the equipment next to the bed. On the floor lay a drip that had toppled over, following the tube along the floor I realised it was connected to my wrist. Whoops… The conversation had paused outside, who ever it was, they had definitely heard me. A silhouette moved towards the door and with a ghost like hand, opened the door.

Personally I don't blame Usagi-san for his reaction. I mean, he wasn't exactly greeted with a positive image when he opened the door. Seeing me huddled on the floor, white as a ghost and shaking so hard I practically vibrated the table whose leg I was clinging to. And the smell wasn't exactly the scent of flowers or freshly baked cookies either. It's a miracle I didn't start heaving again as soon as the smell wafted in my direction. Usagi-san was livid. He spun to face the poor nurse he had been arguing with and glared at her.

"AND THAT'S WHY HE NEEDS IT!" he bellowed at the already retreating woman. She quickly babbled something about getting a doctor and fled along the corridor. I stayed where I was, slightly confused and a little scared. Usagi-san turned to me now, having braced myself for his fury I was a little surprised to have him walk over to me and bundle me into his arms. "Misaki." He breathed out a sigh of relief. "It's okay; it'll all be over soon." For a few moments confusion fogged my thoughts, once I had finally grasped what he had said I squirmed out of his embrace.

"What do I need? What will be over soon?" was all I said, attempting to stand without toppling over. His face darkened for a moment, glancing down at my stomach area. Somewhere in my brain a little light bulb finally lit up. "No…" I unsteadily backed away from him, placing my hand over my baby protectively. "I won't let you" I said in what I hoped was a tough voice. As I took a step back Usagi matched by stepping forward, keeping the distance equal.

"You don't even know what it is I'm doing." He spoke carefully, avoiding the point. Shaking my head I screeched at him.

"I won't let you kill our baby!" feeling my legs begin to give way I grasped at the table to steady myself.

"You don't even know what it's doing to you!" he retorted, moving closer to me, arms outstretched to snatch me.

"I don't care! I won't let you!" mustering whatever strength I had left I ducked under his arm and ran to the open door.

I crashed into another person and began to thrash and kick with new found energy as their strong grip restrained me.

"I believe you would want to know Takahashi-san." Their voice was stern but kind. Defiantly I glared up at him; he was a young doctor, maybe only in his mid twenties with dark hair and bright blue eyes. My determination left me as my stomach heaved again. The doctor seemed to notice as he released a hand which once again clamped over my mouth. He quickly handed me a sick bowl and slowly led me to my bed as I puked some more. Once I had finished, he held out a tissue which I took and wiped away the tears which were streaming down my face.

The doctor beckoned for Usagi-san to come over and sit with me. Usagi-san went to put his arm around me, but I flinched away from him, at this precise moment I wasn't particularly in the mood to be held by the man who wanted to kill his own child. He sighed and placed his hands on his lap, wringing them nervously. The doctor ignored this and began by introducing himself.

"My name is Dr Kusama. Now normally, I'm a children's doctor, but the nurse seemed so frightened and flustered I had to see what this was all about." He paused to flick through the clipboard he was holding, nodding as his eyes flitted back and forth. "Now, Takahashi-san, are you aware of your… condition?" I looked up at him and nodded slowly, blanking out Usagi-san's expression. "Well, that makes it easier." The doctor grinned a little awkwardly. Usagi's head snapped up to look at Dr Kusama.

"How does that make it easier?!" he demanded, angrily. I'd never seen Usagi-san so mad before, it scared me a little. But the doctor seemed unfazed.

"Usami-sensei, his condition is not as severe as we first thought. It was just his body's reaction to the change, this will ease up in a few days and the pregnancy should carry on without any further hitches." Despite the good news Usagi shot up and towered over the man, which made me jump so hard I nearly fell off the bed.

"I don't want this to go on." He hissed, trying to control his temper. "That's what I've been trying to say this whole time." Dr Kusama seemed shocked at this statement.

"Well, as doctors we do not support abortion and there is no previous data on this so we can't be certain that it will be successful. But if you really feel that way we ca-" this time I stood up, though it didn't have the same effect when Usagi-san did it because I wobbled a bit, it did stop him from talking.

"No." I murmured, growing tired of this topic. "I refuse."

"But-" Usagi-san began, turning to face me.

"I said NO!" I yelled, cutting him off. "This isn't just your decision!" new tears had formed and dripped off my chin, which I hastily wiped away with my sleeve. Finally, he slumped down, defeated. I turned to the doctor. "Can I go home then?" I asked hopefully. He sat in silence for a while, brow furrowed. "Please, I just want to leave before too many people find out." I begged. He looked into my eyes with his deep blue ones, still thinking. Finally he nodded.

"I understand, I'll let you go home, but you must allow me to make house calls to check on you. In case anything goes wrong." Relief washed over me at the thought of my own bed and clean clothes.

Dr Kusama got up and motioned for me to follow. "You're already roughly seven weeks, so how would you like to hear them?" he asked happily. I stopped in my tracks, eyes widening.

"Them?" "Yes. Them. The blood test showed you were only about two months along, if there's something there now then it's most likely to be twins or triplets." He explained, trying not to laugh at my dumbfounded expression. Even Usagi-san had raised his head at this news. Grinning happily I reached for Usagi's hand, silently asking him to come with me. After sighing in defeat, he finally stood up and helped me walk after my new doctor.

When we reached the room I had to lie on the examination table. Colour returned to my cheeks as I blushed when I was instructed to lift my shirt. Usagi-san's grip on my hand tightened as I flinched when the cold jelly was applied. Dr Kusama turned on the computer and the room was filled with the sound of their fluttering heartbeats. The doctor laughed at my worried face.

"Don't worry, unborn babies heartbeats are much faster than ours, this is normal." He reassured. I relaxed as he placed it at different points getting a different heartbeat. "There's three, with a chance of another." He declared, listening to a slightly quieter heartbeat. My heart missed a beat. Triplets? With a chance of quadruplets? Was that normal? I thought back to my wish, groaning slightly. That's my fault for wishing for a large family I guess… Wait. Was I putting this happening on that wish? Well, I might as well; there wasn't any other logical explanation. I turned to look at Usagi-san's blank expression. I couldn't help but laugh; I'd never seen him in shock before.

The ride home was quiet. Painstakingly quiet, I could feel his anger vent off of him. After a while Usagi-san finally spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew this would happen." I replied solemnly. That did it. He slammed his foot on the break and turned to face me.

"And that's worse than you passing out and nearly dying!?" he bellowed. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, his words shocked me. Did I really nearly die? There wasn't a heart monitor or anything hooked up to me. Just that drip.

The car pulled up to the condo, Usagi-san got out of the car and came round to my side. Drowsily, I got out, wobbling and tripping over my own feet. It was late, and I was tired. He caught me and lifted me up bridal style still remaining silent. With no energy to protest, he carried my in.

"Sorry…" I mumbled into his shirt as I snuggled into him. "I'm really sorry…" tears began to roll down my cheeks yet again. Damn hormones. Usagi-san sighed and sat down with me curled onto his lap. As I sobbed he held onto me and stroked my hair, whispering kind things to me softly. When the sobs had subsided into a rather comical fit of hiccups, he rose again, with me still clinging to him and he walked up to his room. Setting me onto his bed he kissed me tenderly on the forehead, then on the lips and slowly down my neck. Pausing at my collar bone he let out a loud sigh as I felt warm droplets of water run down my shoulder. He was actually crying.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." He whispered quietly, wrapping his arms around me again. I curled up into him, repeating apologies until sleep claimed me once again.