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For the Sake of Being Normal	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from Death Note

Suggested Listening: Allegoria by she screams remedy

AN: ok so I finally found the time to post this. Between school, work and studying im starting to get so tired I cant even write, never mind have the brain to edit anything complicated XD As for Part 2 of this, you will have to wait until it gets sent back to me so I can edit it :) Hopefully this will tide you over until then.

Part 1

-Doing Time-

Section 2

Mello sighed heavily as he parked in the garage of their 'small' house. Neither had wanted a size that warranted servants—like his parents' house—or something that would require long hours of cleaning. Yet how could they refuse such a wedding gift? The house had been a joint gift from both of their parents, though either family could have easily bought a few of the houses located in the ritzy neighborhood.

Mello had learned that the idea had been brought up by his mother, and he really wished she would just stay the hell out of his life and stop making it more miserable than it already was. Hitting the close button for the garage door as he went inside, he reflected on the first ten months of marriage.

For all appearances, they were the perfect couple: young, in love and wealthy with everything going for them. Samantha probably even thought that. But in reality, Mello was being smothered.

He worked at his father's company—from the bottom up, as had been expected of him—and the long hours of repetitive and brain rot inducing work was frustrating, even if he climbed the ladder quicker than most. He had never wanted to work there. He wanted to go into criminal law, CSI work, something interesting.

It wasn't what his parents had envisioned, and his father had used the marriage to rope him in, saying that 'women needed stability' and that all his dreams were just that, dreams. That nothing would pan out from them and he would be left with nothing to show for. His father was certain that Mello would thank him later on for killing his dreams. Mello scoffed at such an idea. He had even toyed with taking courses on the side, but the problem would have been getting Sam to keep quiet. It wasn't that she wouldn't have been supportive, at least for a while; however, she liked his parents for some reason and would not want to keep anything from them. Especially his mother, whom she adored.

On the subject of his mother; she had been pestering him a lot lately. Though she would not dare say anything to Sam for fear of upsetting her by some chance. 'When am I getting grandchildren, Mihael? You have been married almost a year; you cannot say you haven't thought of it?'

She had even given them some god-awful, ugly fertility idol, saying it had been in the family for years and that there was no sense in wasting its beauty in a home that had too many statue type things already. Mello knew for a fact that hideous thing was not a family heirloom, and the last thing he needed was his mother giving Sam any ideas.

Mello kept the lights off as he removed his jacket, loosened his tie and kicked his shoes off into the corner. He knew his way around the kitchen and easily opened the refrigerator to fish out something to eat.

As expected, Sam had left him something. It appeared to be a portion of a casserole, and although she wasn't a great cook, it probably tasted alright. The food she made was usually edible so long as she had not forgotten about it and let it burn.

Heading to his study Mello took the cold food with him and ate under the desktop's lamp light. It wasn't that he thought heating it up would wake Sam, he was just too tired to care. It was inching on one o'clock, and he had to be up again by six. It was like this a lot of the time.

Mello rinsed the dish when finished and left it in the dishwasher, heading up the steps to the bedroom. He stripped, threw on a pair of boxers, and slid carefully into bed. Sam stirred just a little, muttering something under her breath before relaxing again.

Sam. Samantha. Mello didn't even know where to start with her.

She hadn't changed much in the time they were married like in some of the horror stories. The ones where the person you married does a complete one eighty on you. In fact, she was exactly the same. No growth of personality. No change in her daily life other than getting a job at a local hospital as a physical therapist. Funny how he couldn't have dreams but she could live hers.

She was almost, to put it nicely, boring. She spoke of the same things over and over, and about her patients and other things that Mello honestly couldn't care less about happening during her day. Nothing exciting ever happened to her, and in turn, him.

It was the American dream. A perfectly boring life of the rich and richer.

Mello rolled away from her and stared blurrily the clock that read quarter till two. Sighing, he shut his eyes and tried to will himself asleep.

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Mello had just gotten a call telling him he didn't have to come into work the next day, and he should have been thrilled, but his father was never one to just give days off of work for the hell of it.

So when Sam approached him hardly a few minutes later, pulling him close and kissing him, he knew something was up. "I have something I want to ask you." She was biting her lip which meant it was something she was excited about, if not a little worried.

Mello forced a smile on his face and asked, "Alright, what is it?"

"Ok, this might seem a little bit sudden, and I know we haven't talked about this much and-"

"Sam, you are rambling," he pointed out to her, giving her a second to compose herself and get rid of the embarrassed flush to her cheeks.

"I want us to have a baby," she blurted out, and Mello froze.

He had never wanted kids and had thought there would be more time to decide, or perhaps persuade her to not want them so soon or at all. They had only been married a little over a year now.

His mother would never forgive him if he said no however—his wife told her everything—in fact, Mello was certain that was why he suddenly had the next day off. He was being railroaded into something he didn't want, again. His fists clenched behind her back for a split second before he grinned and shifted his hands to her waist.

"Let's have a baby then," he whispered against her lips, pretending to be excited, to want it, even though all he could think was that it was one more thing to ruin his life. One more thing he hadn't decided.

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"I just don't understand it," she trailed off, lips pursed together tightly. "It's been six months and nothing!" she threw her hands in the air. It was the first real sign of frustration he had ever seen in her. Sometimes it took years for couples to conceive, so Mello was far from worrying, not that he would about this particular issue anyway. But with her frustrated, it was bad for him.

It was true though; she hadn't been taking 'the pill' and had been doing just about everything she could think of, including odd sex positions, to get pregnant. None of it had worked.

"Maybe there is something wrong with one of us?" she suggested hardly a minute later.

He ran a hand along her back soothingly, and she collapsed against him, seeking comfort. She looked up at him and frowned. "I think both of us should be tested. If there if an issue, it needs to be addressed." She pulled away, standing straight and looked determined. Mello knew then that there was no getting out of it.

And that led to him sitting in the doctor's office waiting for the results of his tests. Sam wasn't with him, and for that, Mello was grateful. It was awkward enough to do this without having her there.

He had been given a complete psychical, with more attention being paid to his lower half than comfortable with, and had been called in for the results. Thankfully, Sam was at work and could not get out of her appointments to join him.

Mello had been waiting in the main office for almost a half hour after being called in to a private room, yet there was countless minutes of more waiting while he was in there. He was almost ready to say to hell with it when the door opened and a middle aged man with a mustache walked in. "Mr. Keehl?" the man was looking at his chart so Mello had no choice but to respond verbally or risk being ignored.

The doctor looked up and regarded him for a moment. It was almost a pitying look that had Mello on edge. "Well, most of your tests checked out, and nothing serious came up. However there is some bad news-"

All Mello could think was cancer, or diabetes or-

"I'm afraid that you, Mr. Keehl, are sterile. There is no chance of you ever having children."

Mello wanted to laugh. It was the single best moment of his life in the last two years, and he could only sit there stunned into silence.

"It is a lot to spring on you, and I am sorry, but there is nothing that can be done about it. Other than that, you are perfectly healthy."

Mello left the doctor's office twenty minutes later in a daze. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "I can't have kids." The excitement that rose in his chest was only matched by the grin that had taken over his face.

Part of him knew he shouldn't be quite so enthusiastic over the news, but he couldn't help it. Something had finally gone his way. Though the problem remained that when everyone found out, there would be looks of sympathy and Sam would probably start thinking of adoption later on-

Mello frowned. Who said he had to tell them a goddamn thing?

No one. He had the results, he could either not show them and make up a story or-

Or he could forge them. Mello's mind spun with scenarios until he decided that yes, forging them and presenting them was the best option.

He was sick and tired of everything being taken out of his hands, sick of everyone making decisions for him, and sick to death of being forced deeper and deeper into things he hated. No, this time he was going to do something for himself. He was going to keep this as his secret and no one would be the wiser because he was the good son, the little boy who fell in line when pushed.

Mello nodded to himself and hurried on his way, he had some documents to mess with before getting home.

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Mello stood calmly by as Sam meticulously scanned his results, and her frown increased as she reached the end. "I was sure there was something wrong," she mumbled, still silently reading over the papers.

Mello allowed a nasty look while she wasn't paying attention. So it automatically had to be him if there was an issue? Granted it was him, but that wasn't the point. Any lingering guilt—which admittedly, had not been much—vanished, and he simply felt nothing in concerns to the situation.

"You should know that not all couples conceive right away. Some take years. We are young and healthy, so it will happen eventually and when intended," he told her, plastering on a soft smile as she looked up. She didn't smile back but nodded.

"I know, I just really want to have a baby," she sighed and leaned against the counter. "You are right of course, we have plenty of time. Well once your father lets you do more than paperwork. Honestly, you are never home, and I know you work so hard," she trailed off, expression a little solemn. She shook her head and tossed the results to the table, apparently deeming them useless. Mello congratulated himself on getting his way for once.

"I'm certain he won't keep me there for too long. He is always complaining that he needs better staff in his office," he shrugged. It was true. He was looking for a promotion soon. Needed one before he went postal and took the stapler from his desk and used it for more than stapling packets together. Maybe used it on the white haired annoyance who always took extra time at the copier just to piss him off.

"Let's go out to eat while I still have you all to myself." Sam reached forward and tugged him through the kitchen, her mood improving, and Mello only allowed it because he could use the night out too. And maybe, if he got her to drink enough, they could skip the sex he thought she might be planning.

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