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This I
Promise You
Sequel
to: “My Heart
Beats Like a Drum”
Written
by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.
Summary: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?
Chapter
Summary: A surprise awaits them at the doctor’s office.
Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri
Insert: --
A/N: Like some of
my other stuff, this was out previously.
Thank you to Silvermane1,
leta, Acherona, FoodFrenzyDelite, Mrs. Hitake Itachi for your reviews.
+---+---+---+
(Last Time)
“How far
along are you?” Kai asked.
“Almost three
months,” Shuichi said proudly. Standing
up, he held the button down shirt he had stolen from Eiri's side of the closet
tightly against him. “Eiri said it might
be twins, see? I've already gained like
ten pounds. I can't even fit into my
clothes anymore.”
“Twins,
huh?” Hiro walked over to his friend and
studied him. “Ya know, it's true. You have gained some weight.” He smiled mischievously at the singer. “Think Yuki-san can handle three kids?”
“Huh? Three?
Wha-Hey!” Shuichi swatted
Hiro. “Not funny.”
Hiro
chuckled.
Michael, Kei
and Kai walked over to their friend, all smiles and hugs, congratulating the
singer.
Suguru
watched the group from behind his keyboards with a deep frown on his face. He did not believe Shuichi as far as he could
throw him, but it was obvious that the others did. What was worse, Shuichi believed it as
well. “Fine,” he said grumpily. “Shuichi is going to have a baby. Can we get back to work please? We have a lot to do in a short amount of
time.”
Shuichi threw
his friend a beaming smile. “So, you
believe me?”
“No,” Suguru
said firmly.
Shuichi
opened his mouth to say something, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He snapped his mouth shut and looked
questioningly at his friend.
“Fujisaki is
right. We should get to work. We have a lot to do.”
“Well,
then! What're we waiting for?” Shuichi ran the back of his hand over the
keys, grinning broadly.
+---+---+
Chapter
25: More Surprises and More Changes
The door to the waiting room opened and the same nurse
Shuichi recognized from his earlier visit called them in and escorted them into
one of the examination rooms. While Eiri
sat down in one of the chairs besides Riku, the nurse told Shuichi to take a
seat down on the examination table. The
paper crinkled beneath him.
“Dr. Amano will be here in a few minutes.”
“Thank you,” Shuichi said brightly. He planted his hands behind him and leaned
back, started swinging his legs. He
stared around him at the various posters pinned to the walls that dealt with
different aspects of pregnancy and childbirth.
He could not stop a smirk that crossed his face.
Riku was trying his best not to glance at those same posters. It had been his idea to be here to see if he
was going to have one sibling or two and if said sibling (siblings?) were to be
brothers or sisters. But maybe that had
not been the best decision. He felt
slightly nauseous.
“Did you speak to Hiro?” Eiri asked suddenly into the
silence.
Shuichi stopped swinging his legs and turned a smiling
face towards his husband. “Yep. I told them we were going to have a
baby.” His grin broadened. “They didn't believe me at first, of
course. Well, Michael and Suguru didn't,
but Kai, Kei and Hiro did and then soon Michael did and they all said
congratulations and decided that after the performance they were going to throw
us a baby shower! But I don't know if
Fujisaki'll come because he still thinks I'm lying.” He paused to take a breath. “But what does he know? Fujisaki-”
Eiri sighed, groaning and closed his eyes briefly.
Riku chuckled lightly.
Eiri tossed him a glare.
Smoothing out his face, Riku pursed his lips to keep
from laughing, and tried to look innocent, but his dark eyes sparkled with the
crime.
“Huh?” Shuichi
blinked at the man, concerned.
“Eiri? What's wrong? Are you-?”
The rest of what he was going to say was cut off as
the door opened and Dr. Amano walked in, his file in her hands. “Hello, Shindou-san, Uesugi-san.” She bowed to both of them in turn.
“Doctor,” Eiri greeted politely.
“And this must be your son?”
“Yes, this is Riku.”
Riku bowed in greeting at the woman. “Hello.”
“Hello, Riku-kun.
How are you? Excited about being
a big brother?”
“Oh, yes,” he replied enthusiastically.
“Good! Good!”
Shuichi was filled with so much energy; he was
practically bursting at the seams. “Dr.
Amano! Am I really, really pregnant?”
Dr. Amano chuckled as she turned towards the
singer. “Yes, Shindou-san. You are.”
“Baka,” Eiri snapped. “Stop it!
Sit the fuck still! You
wanna…” He waved his hand as he tried to
find the right words. “…dislodge the
thing?”
Rolling his eyes, Riku snorted.
Gasping, Shuichi immediately sat still. The color drained from his face. His eyes going wide, his hands flew to his
stomach.
“Don't worry, Uesugi-san,” Dr. Amano chuckled. “He's still in the early stages. While he should take it easy throughout the
whole pregnancy, he should not be confined to the bed or the couch.”
Shuichi sighed in relief and stuck his tongue out at
his husband.
Riku hide his wide grin behind his hand. His parents were something else.
Eiri sighed and shook his head. Despite what the doctor said, that was
exactly what he wanted to do.
“Now Shindou-san if you would, could you take your
shirt off and lie back?”
When Eiri stood up to stand besides his pregnant
husband, Riku slid into his seat.
Eiri glared at the woman suspiciously. “What're you going to do?”
“We're going to check and see what's happening inside
of Shindou-san.”
Shuichi blinked as he finished unbuttoning his
shirt. Slipping it off, he handed it to
Eiri, who handed it to Riku. Riku folded
it neatly and set in on the chair besides him.
“What d'you mean?
How are you going to do that?” Shuichi asked as he lay back on the
table.
“An ultrasound.”
“You mean we'll get to see our baby?”
“Yes, Shindou-san.”
Shuichi squealed and grabbed his husband's hand as he
returned to his side. “Did you hear, Eiri? We'll get to see our baby!”
“I heard,” Eiri said.
“Okay, Shindou-san,” Dr. Amano said as she walked
around the examination table, a paper blanket in her hand. “If you can lower your pants just a little
bit, I'll lay this on your lap and we can get started, all right?”
“How far?”
“That’s fine,” she said as he began wiggling out of
his pants.
Dr. Amano laid the paper blanket over his lap and
started spreading the gel over his abdomen.
Riku curled his lips in disgust, but his mama giggled and
squirmed.
“Baka,” Eiri snapped.
“What? It's
cold,” Shuichi whined.
“Your baby will show up on this screen here,” Dr.
Amano said, pointing to the computer monitor.
She took what Shuichi thought looked like a microphone with the round
part at the top hacked off and placed in on the singer's stomach.
Shuichi glanced up at his lover. Catching his eye, he smiled. Eiri squeezed their still linked hands.
“Ah! There he
is,” came the doctor's exclamation after several minutes. She stepped aside and pointed to the black
and white screen. “Right there. Do you see him?”
Eiri squinted where the obstetrician was
pointing. He saw nothing other than a
lot of nothing. It was like looking into
a black and white abyss. He saw no baby.
Riku stood up to get a better view. What baby?
There appeared to be something pulsating on the screen, but that was it.
Shuichi squealed and squeezed the life out of Eiri's
hand, tugging his arm.
The writer winced.
“Oo! Oo! Eiri!
I see him! I see our baby!” He smiled through the tears that gathered in
his eyes. “Do you see?”
“He's curled up into a little ball. His head is here at the top,” Dr. Amano
pointed out.
He still could not see his son. It was like when you go to see a psychologist
and he asked you to tell him what you see in an inkblot. What did he see? A whole lot of money just thrown down the
drain. “I still see no baby.”
Riku was with his dad.
Dr. Amano nodded, her eyes never leaving the
screen. “That's all right. A lot of people find it difficult to make out
anything in the early stages, especially if the baby is hiding.”
Shuichi giggled.
“He isn't hiding.”
Eiri snorted and threw Shuichi a side-glance. “He is your son,” he smirked.
“Yep,” Shuichi chuckled, beaming with pride.
“This is little bum, his legs and his arms. Would you like to know the sex of the baby?”
she asked, smiling over her shoulder at them.
Eiri and Shuichi glanced at each other. Shuichi did not care what the gender of his
child was. Just the fact that he could
give Eiri a family was more than enough, but it would be nice to know in
advance. It would make things a lot
easier when they got the nursery ready and started buying baby clothes and
things, though the surprise would be cool as well.
“Eiri?”
Eiri really did not care either way, though he
privately admitted that he did want a son.
“Sure,” he finally said with a shrug.
“Riku?” Shuichi asked their son.
“Huh?” Pulled
out of his studies, Riku glanced around.
He was the center of attention.
“Would you like to know if you have a brother or
sister?”
Riku’s face lit up.
“You can tell?”
“I can try,” Dr. Amano replied.
“Okay!”
Eiri reached over and ruffled Riku’s hair.
“Dad,” Riku whined.
He stepped away from the blond writer and went about straightening his
messy locks.
Shuichi giggled.
Dr. Amano nodded and turned back to the monitor. Her forehead creased in deep
concentration. She shifted the
instrument around, the gel making a nauseous squishing sound. After a couple minutes, a smile crossed her
face. “Congratulations. It looks like it's a boy.”
“A boy?”
“Yes, Shindou-san.”
Shuichi laughed over a sob as tears spilled down his
cheeks. He turned his head and grinned
at Eiri happily. “We're going to have a
son, Eiri,” he cried.
Eiri reached out and brushed away his husband's tears,
smiling.
A wide grin split Riku’s face.
“Oh,” Dr. Amano cried suddenly. “Well, well.
What do we have here?”
“Huh?” Shuichi
turned his attention back to the doctor, his heart pounding in fearful
anticipation. “What's wrong? What happened? Is it-?”
Dr. Amano shook her head, grinning. “Don't worry, Shindou-san. Nothing's wrong. In fact, it seems as if you have a stowaway.”
Eiri's eyes widened.
He knew it!
Riku glanced at his parents and then the doctor and
then the screen. Stowaway? What did that mean?
Shuichi blinked in confusion. “A stowaway?
I don't understand. How can there
be a stowaway? Don't-?”
“Idiot! It
means there're two in there.”
Riku’s eyes went wide.
Twins? He was going to have two
little brothers? Wow. Cool!
“T-two?”
Shuichi stared wide eyed at Eiri.
He had known about the possibility, but…
“Are you sure?” Eiri asked his face carefully blank.
“Yep.” Dr.
Amano smiled. “Congratulations,
Shindou-san, Uesugi-san. It looks like
you're having twins.”
Shuichi covered his mouth as he began sobbing. Tears flooded down his face, blurring his
vision. He turned his head, staring at his
boys on the screen and smiled. “Our
boys,” he choked out.
Eiri, his throat feeling uncomfortably tight, bent
down and enveloped Shuichi within his arms, holding him tightly. He buried his suspiciously wet face in the
singer's soft black tresses. “I love
you,” he whispered.
“I know,” Shuichi sobbed back.
+---+---+
The next morning as Shuichi was being driven to work,
he thought back to what Eiri had told him the day before on their way home from
the hospital.
---
“Shu-chan, I want you to do a different song for your
performance.”
“Okay,” he said, his hands lying protectively over his
stomach.
Eiri blinked in surprise and turned to look at his
husband curiously. That was too easy, he
thought. “You're not going to argue?”
Shuichi shook his head. “I've been thinking about doing a different
song anyway,” he admitted truthfully.
Golden hazel eyes fell to the small hands that rubbed
lazy circles over a stomach just beginning to swell. Eiri rested a hand over Shuichi's. Shuichi had a glow about him that made him
even more beautiful then before. Violet
eyes lifted and locked with his. Eiri
could not stop himself from smiling.
---
He really did not have a problem with doing a
different song. Truthfully, once he
learned there really was a bun in the oven, he had known that the chances of
getting to perform a song like “Spicy Marmalade” were less than zero. Even if Dr. Amano said it was all right, as
long as he took it easy, there was no way in hell Eiri was going let him go
prancing around stage.
While he had no problem switching songs, the others
might, especially Suguru. It had been
hard enough to convince him to do the VMA's in the first place, but now that
the show was just a little over a week away…?
Oh, boy. Today was
going to be fun.
+---+---+
As was his usual style, Shuichi burst through
the studio door all smiles with energy to spare. “Hey, guys,” he cried happily.
“Hey, Shu,” they all greeted.
“How was your doctor's appointment?” Kai asked his
cousin.
Shuichi shut the door behind him and bounced across
the room, his eyes sparkling. Giggling,
he reached into his bag, pulled out a white card and handed it to Hiro. “Open it!
Open it!”
“What is it?” Michael asked, curiously.
As the guitarist opened the card, Shuichi plopped down
onto the couch next to him, bouncing and folded his hands in his lap to keep
them from snatching the card and doing it for him. The others gathered around them.
Hiro gasped and his eyes widened as he studied the
sonogram picture. He lifted shocked eyes
to his best friend. “Shuichi! Is this…?”
A smile split Shuichi's face, nodding
energetically. He bounced up from the
couch and took the ultrasound picture from Hiro. “My first baby pictures!” He giggled.
“I had to pry this out of Eiri's hands and threaten him with no sex in
order to bring this in today.” He
pointed to the two heads clearly labeled and showed the others. “Do you see?
Twins!” He laughed gleefully,
pointing at the black and white photo.
“Twins!”
Suguru marched over and snatched the picture out of
his old friend's hands. He studied it
and could see nothing other than a bunch of black and white swirls. It was like looking at a cinnamon roll, but
he could not see a baby, let alone two babies.
The x-ray picture was clearly labeled, indicating where the heads and
bodies were, but he still could not make anything out. “I don't see a damn thing,” he snapped. This whole thing was getting ridiculous. This joke was getting way out of hand.
Still smiling largely, Shuichi nodded. “Yeah, neither could Eiri.”
“Here, let me see it,” Kei said. Shuichi gave him the picture and the others
crowded around to see the first images of the Uesugi-Shindou babies. “Wow, Shu.
I can't believe it.”
“Congratulations, Shu.
I'm happy for you,” Hiro said, hugging his friend.
“Thanks, Hiro,” Shuichi smiled, hugging him back. He pulled away and his smile faded. “But you won't be after I tell you this.”
“Uh, oh,” Michael said as he handed the picture back
to Shuichi. “Why do I suddenly have a
bad feeling?”
Shuichi smiled sadly, as he placed the black and white
photo back in his bag.
Suguru's head snapped around. “Don't tell me you're backing out!”
“Backing out?” Shuichi's head snapped up. Why would Suguru even think something like
that? “No,” he protested. “No, we're doing it!”
“Then, what's up?” Hiro asked.
“Well, uh…” How
was he supposed to tell them that all the hard work they all have been doing
was all for naught? “You see…”
“We're not going to do ‘Spicy Marmalade', are we?” the
red-haired guitarist guessed.
“What?” the others cried in shock and disbelief.
Suguru stared wide eyed at their singer. “You've got to be kidding!”
Shuichi smiled sheepishly at them, scratching his
head. “I wish I was.”
Crying out, Bad Luck's young manager pulled at his
hair and paced away from the source of his stress. “Shindou-san!
How can you-! Do you have any
idea-! Ugh!”
“I know and I'm sorry, but with this new turn of
events, both Eiri and I…” Shuichi felt
like such a heel for doing this to them, but there was nothing to be done about
it. “We don't want to take the chance-“
Hiro laid a hand on his conflicted friends shoulder. “It's all right, Shu. We understand.”
“What!” Suguru
turned to stare incredibly at the taller man.
“Hir-Nakano-san!”
“At least tell me we're still doing ‘The Rage Beat'.”
“Of course! We
can't disappoint a bunch of kids, can we?”
Knowing any protest he made was fruitless, Suguru
sighed heavily and slumped down in the chair.
“Okay. So, we can't do ‘Spicy
Marmalade'. Then what do you suggest we
do?”
“Well, me and Eiri were talking last night and Riku
made an interesting suggestion,” Shuichi said, his eyes sparkling with
mischief.
Suguru laid his head against the back of the chair and
wished this were all just a bad dream.
---TBC---
Preview:
“Bad Luck’s Final Curtain Call”
A/N:
If you’ve read this before, you’ll notice that the chapter is shorter
than it originally was. Well, I cut it
in half. I felt it was better this
way. Why? Because that’s what I decided. LOL!
Anyway, what do you think?
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