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[ratiosu]

He had searched everywhere in the past months, so here he was, back in Japan. He had heard word that he would find King here, so here he was, having chased his husband around the globe.

"Yeah, I am fine," King insisted on the phone. "I'll be all right, you should save some of the worry for yourself."
He held the phone between his ear and his shoulder, finishing up his knitted baby hat. "Right, I'll talk to you later then. See you."
He smiled, finally ending the call. It was nice that Rei still called often, but to tell the truth, he was getting tired of the nekojin's constant questions on his well-being. His son was due in a month's time, and he was fitting in his new neighbourhood well. What was there not to be happy about?

Brooklyn double checked the address, slowly approaching the door as he knocked on it.

"Coming," King shouted out, replacing his knitting kits as he tucked his hair behind his ears once more, moving carefully towards the door as he opened it.

Brooklyn stood there, his eyes on King. "Let me talk before you slam the door in my face."

King stared at the surprise visitor for a moment, taking in the ginger hair and the bright teal eyes, and the face he had tried so long to forget but to no avail. His stare landed on Brooklyn in horror for a moment, finally stammering, "What...are you doing here?"

"I can't live without you," he said, his hand on the door to keep his husband from slamming the door in his face.

King backed away slightly from the BEGA blader, the pain flooding his heart once more. "But you said you'd rather live with Garland! What's happening now!?"

Brooklyn turned his gaze down at that. "I was upset, I said things I shouldn't have, things I never meant."

King shook his head slightly, more a sign of confusion than anything. Why was Brooklyn here? How did he know about his new home? "I don't understand."

"I love you," he whispered, "I always have. And I'd chase after you to the ends of the earth."

King gazed painfully at his husband for a moment. He could clearly see the psychic's resolve, having found ways to even come all the way down to Kyoto, Japan, just to look for him. "Did you come here just to explain youself?"

"I don't want to let you leave without ever knowing why, I'm not asking for forgiveness."

"And what about Garland? Don't you need him anymore?" King murmured, sighing as he led Brooklyn into the house, "Come in. You're still a visitor, and it's not polite for me to keep you standing outside like that."

Brooklyn stepped in, staring at his husband. "I meant it, we were going to break it off that day. It had run its course and he accepted that I was married to you."

"Why couldn't you break the relationship before? You mean to say it was already ongoing before the marriage?" King sighed, sitting down as he stroked his large belly.

"I made a mistake, I love you both and thought I could have it that way. But I was a fool."

King nodded slightly at that, gazing away. "If it wasn't for K, would you have continued with that relationship anyway? And continue keeping me in the dark?"

"No, you needed me," he whispered as he stood there.

"And why didn't you choose to marry Garland? Was it because of the baby?" King closed his eyes slightly, feeling the baby's movements.

"I don't think I could ever spend the rest of my life with him, he isn't the one I want to be with."

King sighed at that, gazing over at Brooklyn for a moment, "How do you know? He must be really good in bed, wasn't he?"

Brooklyn sighed as he stepped back. "That doesn't mean anything."

"You still haven't answered my first question," King pointed out softly, gazing down for a moment. "Though if you don't want to, it's fine."

"It's a feeling," he whispered. "And I know now I can't live without you."

King managed a slight smile at that, tucking his silver hair behind his ears. "If this comforts you in any way, I've found myself unable to even forget you as well."

"I'll never stop loving you," he whispered, his fingers lightly brushing over King's as he turned to leave. He was sure he had overstayed his welcome.

King forced a smile slightly at that, standing up as he led Brooklyn towards the door. "Where are you staying?"

"Nowhere," he whispered as he reached for the doorknob.

King raised an eyebrow at that, "Nowhere? Then where are you headed for now?"

"I don't know," he whispered as he stepped out. "I'll find someplace."

King glanced down for a moment, "If you like, there's an empty room here. The rents in hotels and hostels here aren't cheap. And I won't have you sleeping on the streets."

"I wouldn't want to bother you with my pressence, he didn't glance back at King for a long moment.

"Stay," King said firmly. "I'm not having you sleep on the streets."

Brooklyn nodded as he turned back, shutting the door behind him.

Stepping aside as he let Brooklyn into the house, King directed his husband to the empty but furnished room. At least Brooklyn had explained himself and it had helped alleviate some of the pain.

Brooklyn walked into the room, remaining silent. He could feel King's emotions and didn't want to impose on him.

"If you need anything, I'll only be next door," King murmured, gazing at Brooklyn. "I just need a quick break, I've been standing and moving around all day."

"Go to bed," he said, his gaze on King.

"I still have grocery shopping to do later," King smiled slightly, turning as he headed to his own room. "And there's still dinner to prepare."

"Don't worry about me," he whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed.

King merely smiled at that, returning to his room as he laid back on his soft warm bed, gently supporting his belly. He had been feeling some slight contractions that occured several hours apart, but his doctor had assured him that it was nothing to worry about.

He sat in silence, thinking over what he had done in the past. He was a fool.

Lying on the bed and stroking his large abdomen, King's mind slowly trailed back to his husband in the next room. It still hurt to think about that time, though the pain was slowly ebbing away with each day. He was more concerned on whether they could ever get back together again.

Finally standing he left the room, sighing slightly as he proceeded into the sitting room. He felt uncomfortable there, as if he wasn't wanted.

Smiling as he felt Kira's kicks, King thought back on the psychic again, wondering if he was still so uncomfortable about staying together like this after so long. Finally getting up, he went down to the sitting room as well, his gaze falling on Brooklyn for a moment.

Brooklyn gazed up, his eyes falling on King for a moment.

"Would you like to go grocery shopping with me?" King raised an eyebrow, "A little help with things would be nice."

He nodded for a moment. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," King murmured, heading to change into a simple maternity dress and pulling a jacket to keep himself warm. Taking his purse and checking the money, he turned to Brooklyn, "Shall we go then?"

He nodded for a moment. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," King murmured, heading to change into a simple maternity dress and pulling a jacket to keep himself warm. Taking his purse and checking the money, he turned to Brooklyn, "Shall we go then?"

"Yeah," he nodded briefly as he stood up.

Leading the way towards the mart, King stepped in and immediately headed over to the vegetable section, gazing over the greens for a moment.

Brooklyn was a bit shocked at his husband's wardrobe change but decided not to say anything as he followed him.

Picking some of the fresher vegetables and placing it in the trolley, King moved on towards the meat section, glancing at Brooklyn for a moment, "Do you take meat?"

"No," he said, a bit shocked that King didn't remember that, or never knew it, whatever the case may be.

Nodding at that, King bypassed the meat section, heading to buy whatever he needed.

Brooklyn followed in silence behind him, wanting to touch his husband again but not knowing how he would take it. He glanced down, seeing the gold wedding band on his own hand.

King had kept his own wedding band on even after that incident. He had found himself unable to take it off, even if it hurt a little to just look at it.
Placing a carton of milk into his trolley, King gazed over at Brooklyn with a slight smile. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, I probably won't be staying here long enough for you to bother," he gazed back at King, wanting to smile back at him, but guilt still plagued him. None of this was King's fault, in fact, he was probably the only one to blame.

"Do you need to move on so soon?" King raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the cashier as he paid her, quickly smiling back at her. "I've been wondering how you've actually gotten the money to travel all over the world to look for me."

Brooklyn gazed down at that. He really didn't want to tell King the truth, about how many credit cards and loans he had taken out, how far he was in debt.

King blinked at that for a moment, glancing down slightly. "It's fine if you don't want to answer, but...just stay on for some time, ok? Don't keep wasting your money on these travels anymore."

Brooklyn nodded at that, as he gazed down. "I'll pay you," he whispered.

"It's ok," King murmured, handing Brooklyn the bags of groceries. "You can help out in the house. That would do a lot more good."

He sighed slightly before nodding in return. "Are you sure it's alright that I stay?"

"Yes," King said firmly. "Unless you want to stay in the BEGA headquarters or something..."

"No," he shook his head in return.

King smiled briefly at that, "And didn't you say you couldn't live without me?"

He nodded at that. "But if you don't want me around I won't blame you."

"Did I say I don't want you around?" King raised an eyebrow, keeping his gaze on Brooklyn as he reached down, gently stroking his belly.

"No," he whispered, his gaze on King for a long moment.

King gave another smile at that, turning as he led the way back home.

Brooklyn walked beside him, unconciously taking King's hand.

King subconsciously squeezed his husband's hand slightly, seeming to not mind the warm soft contact at all.

Brooklyn seemed slightly shocked at that but didn't pull away from the touch.

Gently holding Brooklyn's hand, King returned back home, letting his husband in before he finally noticed their joined hands. He blinked at that slightly for a moment, gazing at Brooklyn. "I'm sorry," he whispered, reluctantly letting go of his husband's hand.

"I don't mind," he whispered as he stepped in behind King.

King gave a brief, slightly timid smile at that, taking the bags from Brooklyn as he made his way into the kitchen, looking forward to preparing dinner.

Brooklyn glanced back at him. "Do you need any help?"

King glanced over at Brooklyn for a moment, "You can help, by deciding what we should have for dinner."

Brooklyn nodded slightly at that. "What choices are there?"

"Salad," King glanced through his ingredients for a moment, "Baked potatoes, baked beans...what else? Do you mind spaghetti?"

"As long as there's no meat," he said, gazing at King.

"There won't be any," King reassured, quickly bringing out the ingredients. "It'll be ready in a while."

He nodded at that, figuring that would be all he was allowed to do.

Everything was prepared quickly, and King promptly served dinner to his husband, smiling quietly as he retreated back to the kitchen to wash everything up.

Brooklyn glanced up at that. It seemed that King was determined to be the standard housewife, and he was good at it.

It didn't take long for King to clean up the kitchen, finally returning back to the dinner table as he took some spaghetti for himself, glancing over at Brooklyn for a moment.

"I could have helped you," Brooklyn pointed out, his gaze on King.

King smiled at that, glancing at Brooklyn, "Next time, feel free to do so. You don't have to wait for my permission."

He nodded briefly at that, his gaze cast down as he ate in silence. "Do you hate me?"

"I never did," King murmured softly, gazing down at his meal.

"Then why did you run away?" His gaze flickered up, landing on King.

"Because you said you'd rather choose Garland," King glanced up, returning the gaze. "I thought you no longer wanted me."

"Would you hit me if I asked you if we could renew our vows?"

King smiled amusedly at that, gazing straight at his husband, "Why would I?"

Brooklyn sighed, his gaze falling on King for a long moment before standing and taking his husband's hand.

King smiled, standing up as well as he gently grasped Brooklyn's hand.

"Could you ever forgive me?" he reached up, resting his hand on King's cheek.

"I never blamed you for anything," King murmured, gazing straight at his husband. "And I will gladly accept you once more. However, there are some conditions."

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at that as he sat down on the couch, his expression turning to a serious one. "Alright."

"You shouldn't keep blaming yourself for it," King sat down next to his husband, reaching over to hold his hand. "Learning the lesson from it is fine, but don't keep returning to the past, all right? We're both trying to move on, I know you're sincerely guilty and want to make a change, so don't always bring it up, is that fine?"

"Yes," he said briefly. That was a small price to pay to get another chance.

And what about it?" He asked, studying King intently.

King gazed away for a moment, unsure of how he should approach the subject. The thing foremost in his mind was the fear of Brooklyn leaving him because of the change in his body.
He gently placed a hand on his belly, feeling Kira turning within his womb. His baby was slowly awakening, his powers, still not yet mature, reaching into the minds of the people around him.

Brooklyn studied him for a long moment, waiting for an answer from his husband.

King sighed, gazing at Brooklyn for a moment. "I asked for a natural childbirth last week, and my doctor gave me the go ahead. You can work out the rest..."

"I see," his face didn't betray anything but inside his mind the near disgust raged.

King sighed softly, turning as he took his plate to the sink. He hardly said anything, but he could feel the disgust radiating from the psychic.

Brooklyn took a deep breath as he stood up, taking the dish from King. "You shouldn't do everything."

"It's fine," King smiled, gently easing the dish back from Brooklyn's grasp. "You should go rest. You must be tired from running all over the place just to look for me."

Brooklyn sighed at that. "You should rest."

"I'll do just that once I'm done with the dishes, a quick bath and the planning for tomorrow," King chuckled at that, deftly replacing the cleaned dish.

He shook his head slightly at that, his gaze falling on King.

King raised an eyebrow at that, his gaze meeting Brooklyn's, "Is something the matter?"

"No," he shook his head at that as he turned back towards the room he was staying in. He could feel his son, how powerful he had gotten.

King nodded at that, watching him retreat back into the room. Sighing as he glanced down at the other plate, he wondered if they would be torn apart once more because of his own monstrosity.

There was nothing Brooklyn wanted than to hold King again in his arms, sleep with him craddled there after a night of frenzied love making, but he didn't know how his husband would take to that.

King headed into the bathroom, slowly stripping off the thin maternity dress as he stepped into the bath tub, slowly relaxing in the warm waters. Just one day, and so many things had happened.

Brooklyn had stripped and was lying under a thin sheet. It felt good, sleeping in a real home for once instead of in a hotel or an airline seat and quickly fell into a light sleep, one that he could easily be awoken from.

Glancing down at his huge belly and gently caressing it, King briefly wondered if Brooklyn had settled down. Was he still as uncomfortable about staying here? Was he resting in his room or staying out in the sitting room?

Before falling asleep he had wondered briefly about what had happened to King's bitbeast, knowing she wouldn't be happy to see him back, or even that he had survived the rampages of her darker form.

Leaning back for a moment and closing his eyes briefly, King remained silent for a while, feeling their son kicking gently inside him. Like him, Ariel had been shocked to see Brooklyn at their doorstep, but her hatred towards the psychic had dulled somewhat, even as she kept her distance from him.

Zeus however was not so convinced things would be able to be worked out. He was not as easy to forgive, having seen the pain of his master, what he had been turned into that dark night.

Finally drying himself up, King pulled on a simple shirt and pants, making his way up towards the room as he glanced down at his husband. Smiling, he pulled the blanket over him, wanting to keep the psychic warm.

His body was smooth and unblemished as it had always been, the only scars being mental ones that he would never allow anyone to see. His gaze flickered open at the slight momvement, not allowing himself to sleep soundly.

King blinked at that, gently stroking his husband's forehead as he bowed in apology, mumbling a soft "Sorry" before he turned, heading back down towards the sitting room.

Brooklyn reached up, stopping King with a hold on his wrist.

King raised an eyebrow at that, gazing at the psychic and wondering what he wanted.

"I don't want to force you, but that doesn't mean you need to run off so quickly."

King smiled at that, "You were sleeping, I merely thought it inappropriate to disturb you."

"Don't apologize," he whispered, gazing ahead for a long moment. He could feel King's warm skin beneath his fingers.

King smiled, his gaze meeting Brooklyn's for a moment. "Is there...anything you want right now?"

"Only things I can't have," his eyes flickered away at that.

"What is it that you really wish to do right now?"

Brooklyn sighed at that, unable to look at King. "I want you."

King smiled slightly at that, moving to sit down next to Brooklyn. "And what's holding you back?"

"I don't know if you're ready," he whispered as he stared straight ahead.

King gazed straight as well, "You've already told me everything I needed to hear, everything I want to hear." He turned, facing his husband, "All I ask for, is that there will be no more repeats of that time."

"There won't," but he still couldn't look at King.

King gazed down for a moment, reaching over to hold Brooklyn's hand, "You're not ready to face me yet...?"

Brooklyn turned back, his eyes falling on King. "Are you sure you're ready to return to me?"

King smiled, his eyes meeting Brooklyn's, "I am. I love you more than anything."

Brooklyn laid down, resting against the pillows. "Then don't leave me alone."

"You too," King whispered, gently taking his husband's hand and placing it against his abdomen.

Brooklyn rested it there, feeling the soft skin for the first time in such a long time.

"Would you come with me to my next checkup?" King whispered, bringing Brooklyn's hand to his cheek.

"Yes," he nodded in return, his fingers brushing through King's hair.

"Thank you," King smiled, gazing down at his husband. "The doctor says that Kira's growing normally and everything's ok."

He nodded at that, reaching down to take King's hand.

King gently squeezed back at Brooklyn's grasp, enjoying the soft warm contact that he had always missed.

He gently pulled King towards the bed, smiling gently at him, the first genuine smile that had ever crossed his lips since that dark day.

King smiled back up at him, love and joy shining in his eyes as he stroked Brooklyn's knuckle, his eyes starting to tear up. Brooklyn was giving him that sweet gentle smile he had always wanted to see once more.

"Lay with me, for tonight," he whispered, his gaze never leaving King's face.

King nodded at that, sharing his husband's desire as he slowly reclined back onto the warm bed, his hands clutching tighter at Brooklyn's.

Brooklyn pressed against King's back, wrapping his arms around him from behind as he inhaled the familiar scent of his husband.

King sighed softly, enjoying the warmth of Brooklyn's body and pressing back against his husband's front as he gently grasped Brooklyn's hands, pressing them to his belly.

Brooklyn rested his hands there, his arms wrapped tightly around King, holding him close.

Smiling at that, King turned slightly, pressing his lips a little nervously to Brooklyn's forehead, feeling Kira's movements increase at his husband's touch.

Brooklyn rested his hand on King's cheek, tentatively tilting his head to recieve the kiss on his lips.

Feeling his lips meeting Brooklyn's, King smiled at the soft contact, stretching one hand over to stroke his lover's hair. "I can't wait," he whispered.

"Are you sure about this?" He reached up, taking King's hand.

"Yes," he whispered, grasping Brooklyn's fingers, "I'm absolutely certain."

Brooklyn tilted King's head towards his, kissing him deeply as he stroked King's abdomen.

Gently returning the kiss, King rested his hands on Brooklyn's, pressing them to the warm skin of his swollen abdomen. "I'm due next month," he murmured, "I hope I'm strong enough to handle this."

"We can wait," he murmured, continuing his soothing strokes over King's abdomen. He didn't want to endanger anything.

"I'll be fine," King whispered, loving the feel of Brooklyn's fingers on his belly. Apparently, Kira liked it as well, kicking and moving around harder at the touch, his mother easily feeling his joy.

He nodded, slowly undressing his husband as he kissed him deeply, his lips trailing over King's neck.

King stiffened slightly as he felt Brooklyn remove his shirt, his body exposed to the cool night air, before visibly relaxing. He reached over, sighing as he undid the psychic's jacket, pulling it off.

He let King remove his jacket before removing his shirt, not wanting to force his husband to do the work.

His hands trailing down towards Brooklyn's pants, King immediately unzipped it, reaching into the undone pants as he caressed at the clothed crotch first.

"Take it easy," he murmured, not wanting King to push it, even as he could feel his body reacting to the touch, his libido raging strong under the briefest touch from his husband, even after the past months.

"I'll be ok," King reassured, rubbing harder back at his husband's rapidly growing arousal as he waited for Brooklyn to make his move.

Brooklyn pressed against his hand as he stripped King's remaining clothes, one hand rubbing against his inner thighs.

King gasped at the feel, his need for Brooklyn surfacing once more as he rubbed harder at his husband's hardening length, keeping his thighs pressed together to spare Brooklyn from the sight of his new entrance.

Brooklyn figured King was doing as much as he moved his hand to cup King's ass.

King pressed down at the touch, finally pulling the pants away from his husband's legs, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the psychic's boxers as he teased the arousal once more.

Brooklyn moaned lightly at that as he kissed King deeply, one hand gripping his husband's cock. "Where's the lube?"

King blinked at Brooklyn at that for a moment, rubbing hard at his husband's growing arousal for a moment, "I don't think I have any."

He nodded briefly at that as he brought his fingers up to King's lips for him to suck on.

King licked gently at the tips of Brooklyn's fingers for a moment, his tongue curling around them as he brought the fingers into his mouth.

Brooklyn stroked his cock gently as he pressed close to King, pressing kisses to his back and shoulders.

King wetted the fingers sufficiently, sighing as he finally let go of them, gazing at Brooklyn expectantly.

Brooklyn kept up his strokes as he slid one finger into King's tight entrance, feeling the familiar heat and wanting so badly to be inside of him.

King sucked in a breath, clutching tightly to his husband as he waited, panting softly. It seemed that he had forgotten not only the pleasure, the slight pain that came with lovemaking had slipped his mind as well.

He pressed soft kisses to King's cheek, trying to ease the pain as he slid a second wet finger into his husband's body.

King uttered a soft cry, pressing closer to Brooklyn as he shifted uncomfortably, his body clenching tighter around his husband's fingers.

Brooklyn stroked King's length, trying to keep his mind off the pain as he scisored his finger, widening his husband's tight entrance.

King panted harder at that, reaching down to stroke Brooklyn's aching cock as he winced at the slight pain.

He slid in the third finger, keeping up his strokes as he pressed against King's warm body.

King gasped and panted at that, stroking harder at Brooklyn's member as he waited for Brooklyn to prepare him.

He finally removed his fingers, pushing himself up to make it easier for King to suck on his length.

King got off the bed, sitting on the floor as he pulled Brooklyn's legs off the bed, the psychic's thick erection facing him. His heart pounded in anticipation, King cupped his belly, stroking it gently as he licked at the slick tip for a moment, his eyes on his husband's face.

Brooklyn buried his fingers in King's thick hair, stroking it, anxious to bury into King's tight heat. It had been too long.

Guiding the erection into his mouth with his hand, King sucked gently on it, his tongue gently caressing the sensitive shaft, moving just enough not to bring his husband to climax.

Brooklyn moaned lightly, pressing against his tongue as he waited for the moment when he would be able to take his husband.

Finally releasing his husband's slick cock from his mouth, he gazed back at the psychic with a smile, standing up for a moment.

Brooklyn pulled King into his arms, pressing against his back as he gently began pushing into his husband's body.

King arched with a cry, feeling Brooklyn's tip pushing against his widened ring of muscles, entering his tight body.

He reached down, stroking King as he took it slowly, sliding deeper into him.

King panted loudly, throwing his legs wider apart as he struggled between the slight pain, feeling Brooklyn's thick cock sliding all the way into his body, stretching him wider.

Brooklyn pressed fully against his back as he wrapped his arms around King, waiting for him to be ready as he kissed his neck.

King sighed softly at that, sitting fully on his husband's cock as he rested his head on Brooklyn's shoulder, waiting for his body to get used to the thickness of Brooklyn's erection. Finally opening his eyes, he gazed at the psychic, reassuring him with a quick nod.

Brooklyn began slow thrusts into King's body, which were more like rocking against him, given the current position as he kissed King's neck, his lips trailing over the smooth skin.

King panted softly, turning slightly as he kissed Brooklyn's forehead, gyrating slightly along his husband's thick length.

Getting into a pattern he thrust deeper into King's body, picking up the pace as he stroked his husband's cock.

Gasping and moaning as the precum dribbled from the head of his cock, King reached down, his fingers massaging at Brooklyn's balls as he moved in time with Brooklyn's thrusts.

Brooklyn kept his pace steady, thrusting deeply into the tight body. He moaned slightly, the pleasure rushing over him.

King panted and cried out, moving harder along Brooklyn's length as he tried to seek out his own core.

Brooklyn searched for it as well, thrusting deeper into his husband's body.

King moved desperately along Brooklyn's length, trying to get his husband's cock to meet that one spot within him.

Finally finding it he moved to strike it, his hands placed on King's hips.

King tossed his head back, screaming out loud at the intense pleasure shooting through his entire body. Panting and crying, he moved so that Brooklyn would hit it with every strike.

Brooklyn struck it again, hitting King's prostate with every thrust into his body as he panted, keeping up his fast, hard pace.

Screaming at every hit to his prostate, King squeezed his eyes shut, his vision whitening out at the sheer pleasure, one that he had not felt for so long, pushing him to his limits.

He continued at that rate, feeling King's tight muscles surrounding him as he struck it again and again.

Finally screaming his release, King clenched his eyes shut, his muscles clenching tightly around Brooklyn's throbbing length.

Brooklyn thrust into him several more times before releasing into King's tight entrance and burying his face in his husband's hair, kissing him.

King collapsed against his husband's body, panting loudly and making no effort to get off from Brooklyn's length.

Brooklyn slowly pulled out of him, panting as he wrapped his arms around King, holding him close.

King panted loudly, gazing over at his husband for a while as he pressed his hand to his belly, which was moving slightly in time with Kira's frantic movements. The unborn psychic reached out immediately, curious as to what it was that had caused the significant increase in his mother's heartbeat.

He held King close, able to feel the small, attempted probing. While their unborn child may have been able to read King's mind his own was a locked vault against other psychics.

King smiled at Brooklyn, wrapping his arms around his husband. "He's moving around so hard," he whispered softly, gently supporting his heaving abdomen.

Brooklyn gently returned the smile, resting his hand on King's abdomen, able to feel the movements.

King sighed softly, resting his hand on Brooklyn's, feeling truly happy and peaceful.

He held him close, nuzzling against him. It had been too long since he had last held him like this. Relief flooded his mind, overwhelming the previous guilt. Everything would be fine as long as King was there.

King smiled, nuzzling back against Brooklyn's cheeks as he held his husband gently, feeling Kira's movements slow down.

He brushed his fingers through King's hair as he held him close, gazing down at his husband.

King gazed back lovingly at his husband, smiling as he stroked Brooklyn's cheek gently.

"Get your rest," he murmured as he held King close, relaxing at the feel of the warm body in his arms.

"I love you," King whispered, closing his eyes as he pressed close, Kira still kicking gently against his womb.

"I love you too," Brooklyn murmured against King's ear.

King smiled in bliss, gently pressing close to Brooklyn as he quickly dozed off.



Glancing over at the clock for a moment, King smiled as he registered the time. He walked over to his room for a moment, quickly changing into a pastel blue maternity dress and pulling on a thin jacket, moving down to look for his husband. These few days had been pure happiness, he was finally able to return to normal married life with Brooklyn, enjoying his presence every day, savouring his warm contact every night.

Brooklyn had fortunately been able to be there for him, not bogged down by constant training. His eyes flickered up as he heard the footsteps of his husband approaching.

"It's time for my check up," King smiled, reaching for his husband's hand, "Won't you come along with me?"

He nodded in return as he stood up, taking King's hand. "I guess we should get moving then."

King led his husband out of the house, strolling towards the clinic which was fortunately not very far away from their home.

He walked beside King, an arm wrapped around his waist as he gazed at him.

King glanced back at him with a smile, "I wonder when Kira would arrive."

"He doesn't tell me those sorts of things."

King raised an eyebrow at that, glancing over at Brooklyn curiously.

He just smiled gently at his husband as he held him close. "Where is this clinic?"

"Just across the road, there," King smiled as he pointed over to the spanking short building.

Brooklyn nodded in return, reaching down to take King's hand.

King breathed in, feeling their baby wake up from his short little slumber again, immediately moving around slightly. "Do I need to do anything to prepare for Kira's arrival? What if my waters burst when I'm at home or something?"

"Ask the doctor that," he murmured as he stroked King's back.

"I'm...getting nervous," King murmured, glancing down for a moment, "And a little scared too."