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On the Street of Dreams

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:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a
one-night stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter summary:� While on vacation in New York, Shuichi goes into labor

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m hentai, OC, OOC

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to Silvermane1, tinlizzie81592, sweetsally,
LastxExile, RRW, Mrs. Hatake Itachi, sun�s and stars, Acherona,
UnratedCrimsonBlood, AngelofMelancholy, BloodyRoseSharpThorn, Nusku �for
your reviews and thank you guys for your continuing support.� This is the last chapter so I hope you guys
enjoy it.� The sequel should be coming
fairly soon.� Look out for it!

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Epilogue: On the Street of Dreams

Three
Months Later - New York City,
Smithsonian

Sara was starting
to get scared.� She clutched tighter to
Eric who was beginning to lose what little patience he had.� �Doctor!�
If you don't tell me what the fuck is wrong-�

��

The doctor
shook her head vigorously, waving her hands to ward off his threats.� �No!� You
don't understand!� Nothing's wrong with
her!� I mean, for a guy, he shouldn't
have been born with this, but-�

��

Eric growled.

��

�Tell me,
have you been bleeding the last few months?�
Since the symptoms started, say?�

��

Sara thought
about it and realized she had not.� She
shook her head.

��

Knowing that
would be the answer, the doctor glanced from one to the other.� �Like I said, I'm not sure how or why,
but...it seems as if you're...as if Sara is well...�

��

Sara and Eric
held their breath in anticipation.� If
she was not sick, then what was wrong with her?�
What was she born extra with?

��

�...pregnant.�

---

Shuichi straightened and sighed happily, clasping his
hands under his chin.� He stared dreamily
into space, his violet eyes glistening with tears.� �That was so cool,� he cooed.� The singer sighed contently.

��

Eiri snorted and rolled his eyes.� The one-hundred and fifty year old manuscript
was nothing more than a sappy romance novel bursting at the seams with gushy
drivel.� Even he would not have written
such nonsense.

��

�I understand the pain of rejection by your own
father,� Shuichi was saying with an intense look on his face.� �Sara must've been so scared and lonely when
her father kicked her out!� Then have to
become a prostitute in order to make a living?�

��

�Hn.�� Oddly
enough, Sara's story was similar to Shuichi's.�
If you switched �Sara� with �Shuichi� and relocated it in modern Japan,
it would be as if you were reading about Shuichi's life.� �It all turned out okay in the end, though,�
he reminded the kid.

��

Shuichi's dreamy expression returned.� His eyes sparkled.� �I love the part where Eric fell in love with
Sara and did not care that she turned out to be a guy.�� He sighed dreamily.� �That was so sweet!�� Shuichi turned towards Eiri with hearts in
his eyes.� �Don't you think so, Eiri?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes and walked away to check out the
others objects on exhibit.� �Sure.�

��

They were in the Smithsonian
National Museum
in New York City
on a two-week vacation before their baby was due.� It was hard to go sight seeing and do all the
other things the once energetic singer wanted to do because Shuichi was nearly
nine months pregnant and as big as a house.�
Though if you told him that, he would burst into tears and claim you-
meaning Eiri- did not love him and that he- Shuichi- was nothing more than a
burden.� Frankly, Eiri could not wait
until Shuichi had the baby.� Getting up
every two hours to feed the baby was a lot better than putting up with the
roller coaster ride of Shuichi's emotions.

��

Shuichi was slower than a snail and hobbled around
like a knocked up penguin.� The
get-up-and-go, act now and think later kid who acted like someone with ADHD on
a sugar high was gone.� Well, not gone.� That overly energetic demeanor of his was
still there in all its fine glory.�
Shuichi just could no longer act upon it.� He could no longer bounce off the walls, jump
around or fling himself at people- meaning Eiri.� Hell, Shuichi could not even pick himself up
off the couch.� Under ordinary
circumstances, he would force the boy to do some walking in order to take in
the sights of the city, seeing as Shuichi had only been to NYC one other time
before, but with him being as pregnant as he was, Shuichi could not take
one-step without becoming winded and whining that he needed a break.� Why they decided to come on vacation now,
when Shuichi could go into labor any moment, despite all the warning and advice
from his doctor and their family and friends was beyond him.� It had been a stupid bone headed move.� He should have just handcuffed the baka to the bed.

��

The room they were in at the museum was dedicated to
Eric and Sara, the couple from the manuscript that was found at the turn of the
century in some old farmhouse attic.�
Sara was a very important person to history.� She was the first documented Neutral,
though she was by far the very first Neutral ever born, but she was the reason
why instead of hiding and pretending they were something they were not, Neutrals
have become what they are now, an accepted and established third sex within
society.

��

In the center of the room was the actual manuscript
from which Shuichi had just been reading an excerpt.� The handwriting was nothing more than chicken
scratch and was faded in spots.� There
were long segments crossed out, lines or words scribbled out and things
squeezed in wherever there was room.� The
brittle, yellowed pages were also filled with proofreader marks.� It all made for an almost illegible read, but
despite the obvious first draft version of the story, it told of the daily life
and struggle of a couple who fell in love despite all the obstacles in their
path.� Edited and cleaned up versions of
the manuscript were sold at the souvenir shop.�
Shuichi already told him he wanted one.

��

Behind glass-fronted cases along the walls, were
artifacts said to have been used by or belonged to the couple.� Among them were plain wooden handled
hairbrushes and toothbrushes with their bristles sticking out at odd angels.� There was a hand mirror of gold with a
matching comb and brush that seemed to be in perfect condition, though the
glass in the mirror seemed to be a bit distorted.

Hanging in one case was a patched work quilt Sara
worked on for her first child, a daughter she named Twila.� The quilt was just patches of old clothes and
bits of other blankets sewn together with intricate designs stitched into
it.� It looked as if it took some time to
complete.

��

In another case, opposite the door, were clothes circa
mid-1800.� A plaque claimed these were
the same outfits the couple wore when they first met.� There was a white lace garter belt with a
pink ribbon woven through the middle, a black choker that appeared to be made
of velvet, black fishnet stockings and heeled ankle boots.� The dress was an off the shoulder purple and
black lace dress so small Eiri had a hard time imagining anyone wearing
it.� The waist alone was no bigger than
his hand.� Then he remembered just how
small Shuichi was- well, had been before he got pregnant- then he could very
well imagine Sara in it.

��

When Shuichi first started to complain about how his
clothes were becoming too tight, Eiri gawped at him.

---

�So, what,� Eiri asked his pouting lover who was
holding his shirt up and twirling in front of the mirror.� Eiri was lounging on the bed, his hands
folded behind his head.� �Jeeze, if you
were a girl, you'd be a size what?�
Negative two instead of a negative four now?�

��

Shuichi stuck out his lower lip, which began to
tremble and tears glistened his eyes.

��

Eiri rolled his eyes with a deep sigh.� �Shuichi Shindou, if you turn sideways you
fucking disappear.� You're not fat.�

---

Eiri smiled at the memory.� He shook his head in amusement.� Many pregnant women he knew tried to hide the
fact they were pregnant, or at least tried to make it less obvious.� They always tried to down play it, but not
Shuichi.� He gained at least fifty pounds
during this pregnancy and was proud of it and his child.� He flaunted his pregnancy as if it was a medal.� It was amazing.

��

Still smiling, Eiri checked out the outfit next to the
velvet and lace dress.� It was a white
four-button pullover shirt with a high, rounded collar under a black suede vest
and matching floor length trail duster.� There
was a pair of straight-legged black pants and spurred boots.� A black hat and a double-tooled black holster
with twin peacemakers in a black finish finished the outfit.� The guns were what captured his
attention.� From what he knew of this
Eric guy, he had been a notorious outlaw.�
The price on his head had been bigger than all the other bounties
combined, but one day he virtually disappeared.�
Now, he knew why.

��

Pictures of the couple showed them in said
outfits.� Eric was definitely a rough
looking guy.� He had the look of the
clich�d badass.� Sara was so small and
delicate looking in comparison.� She
seemed to virtually disappear as she stood next to the American football player
looking Eric.

��

�Holy crap,� came Shuichi's stunned gasp in his ear.

��

Eiri jumped, startled.�
He had been so engrossed in the artifacts he had not heard Shuichi
waddle up behind him, which was saying something because trying to ignore the
kid was like trying to ignore a dinosaur.

��

Shuichi hooked his arm through Eiri's and gaped at the
pictures as Eiri tried to slow his racing heart.� �He looks like you, Eiri!�� He looked from the picture to his lover and
back.� He blinked in surprise.� �Wow!�
It's like looking at one of those pictures that you get at amusement
parks where you dress up in old fashioned clothes!�

��

Eiri nodded.� He
had seen the similarities.� It was like
looking in a mirror.� It was said there
was Caucasian blood somewhere in his mother's bloodline.� Could Eric and Sara be�?� Eiri shook his head.� Ridiculous.�
It did not matter if you were half-blooded or a quarter-blooded.� The Asian gene was the dominate gene and
anybody who knew anything about genetics knew that babies born with any amount
of Asian blood in their veins looked pure Asian.� But then again there was that story not too
long ago about this couple who had twin baby girls.� One of the babies was white and the other was
black.� This was not another story of a
mix up at the hospital in the fertility lab.�
This happened because both of the twin girls� parents came from
interracial families.� Apparently, it was
a rarity for something like this to happen, but it did get Eiri to
thinking.� If the gene was there, who was
to say that it might not just come out?�
Just because it was not dominate, did not mean that it rolled over and
played dead.� So, it was a
possibility.� Slight.� But it was there nonetheless.

��

There were a dozen pictures in all.� They showed the progression and changes that
the couple underwent.� Apparently, they
had at least six children, five girls and one boy.� All the girls looked like their mother and
the son, who was the youngest, looked like a miniature version of his
father.� Eiri wondered if any of the
children were neutrals.� Whether any of
the six children were neutrals or not, they seemed like a very happy
family.� Eiri envied them.� He hoped that he and Shuichi had just as long
and happy a life together.

��

As Eiri studied the pictures for a bit longer, Shuichi
unhooked himself from his fianc� and went to look at something across the room
that caught his attention.� It looked
like handcuffs, a couple of guns, a riffle and some old pieces of parchment.

��

He was halfway across the exhibit room when a sharp
pain jolted through his body.� With a
gasp, he doubled over and grabbed his belly.�
His free hand slapped onto the nearest flat surface, which happened to
be the case holding the brittle manuscript.�
He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut tight against the intense pain
coursing through him.� It felt like
someone was scooping his insides out with a sharp edged shovel.

��

�Dammit,� he hissed.

��

He and Eiri arrived at La Guardia airport about a week
and a half ago.� They were scheduled to
leave for Japan
the day after tomorrow.� Everyone had
been against this trip because it had been scheduled so close to his due date,
but he had this over whelming urge to come here to NYC to see this
exhibit.� He could not explain it.� It was something he just had to do.� And all he had to do was look at Eiri with
those puppy dog eyes, pout a little and do that thing with his lip�and Eiri
caved in.� Just like he always did.

��

But of course, if Eiri knew that before their plane
even left Japan,
he started having contractions; Eiri would have pulled the plug on their
vacation, which was one of the reasons why Shuichi said nothing.� Another reason came from what he had been
told by his doctor; that it was natural to have contractions for weeks before
you went into labor.� So, if this was
natural, why worry about it then?

��

He should have.

��

He has been having contractions all morning and they
seemed different somehow from the ones he has been having for the past couple
of weeks.� He had a feeling little
Takanori did not want to wait another couple of weeks to make his appearance
into the world.� He was impatient,
stubborn and wanted things done his way�He was just like his mama.� But Shuichi was determined to see this
exhibit before he said anything to Eiri.

��

Shuichi sighed in relief as the pain faded away.

��

He glanced over his shoulder at Eiri. �The writer moved on to look at something
else.� It looked like gadgets and weird
contraptions.� The only thing that looked
remotely familiar was a teakettle.

��

Taking a deep breath, Shuichi walked over to the case
that caught his attention earlier and saw yellowed sheets of paper.� At the top of the paper, above a rough sketch
of who looked similar to Eric, was written the word, �WANTED� in giant black
letters.

��

�Wow,� Shuichi said as he read what the man was wanted
for.� �Guess he really was an outlaw.�� He grinned.�
�Everyone loves a bad...�� His
comment was cut short as sharp burst of pain exploded through his abdomen.� He cried out in a combination of surprise and
pain.� His hands flew to his belly.� The intensity of the pain was greater this
time than it had been all day.� �Ah!�

��

A man and his wife standing several feet away heard
the teen's cries and looked around, a look of concern on their face.� They spotted a very pregnant boy with a look
of utter pain on his face.

��

�He looks awfully young to be having baby,� the wife
commented.� Having several children of
her own, she knew instantly this kid was going into labor.

��

Her husband nodded in agreement.� He walked over to the boy and placed a hand
on Shuichi's lower back and the other on his belly, his wife right behind
him.� �Are you alright?� he asked in
English.

��

Shuichi pursed his lips together and squeezed his eyes
shut against the pain.� He shook his
head.� �Iie,� he gasped in Japanese.�
�Itai desu!� Watashi no kareshi,� he managed to gasp,
pointing at Eiri across the room who had his back to him.

��

The stranger had taken a semester of Japanese in
college years back in order to impress his then girlfriend, and recognized it
immediately, but he was not able to understand much more than �no�.� He followed the kid�s finger towards a blond
haired guy wearing a pair of jeans, black boots, and a long black leather
coat.� �O�otoko,� he asked pointing to him.

��

As the pain subsided, Shuichi nodded.� �Hai.� He is my fianc�,� he told the man in heavily
accented English.� Shuichi breathed
deeply.

The man's brows shot up in surprise.� This kid not only was about to pop, but had a
fianc�?� Jeeze, could kids not just be
kids these days?� He looked at Shuichi's
slender fingers and saw a silver ring on his left ring finger.� Shaking away his astonishment, he motioned to
his wife.� �Here.� Go with my wife.� She'll take you somewhere where you can sit
down.�

��

Shuichi inclined his head in appreciation, which was
all he could muster the energy to do.� �Hai, domo arigato gozaimasu.�

��

�Doitashimashite.�

��

Shuichi was greatly surprised by the man's ability to
speak a foreign tongue without totally hacking it into something
unrecognizable.� �Watashi no namae wa Shindou Shuichi desu.�

��

The man nodded.�
�I�m John.� This�s my wife,
Charlaine,� he introduced.� �And what's
your fianc�'s name?�

��

Shuichi opened his mouth to say, when the third wave
appeared over the horizon.� He could feel
another contraction building up.� He
cradled his stomach and pursed his lips together.� �Mmm!�
Eiri.�

��

�John,� Charlaine wife cried out.

��

John nodded and told his wife to take Shuichi to the
nearest bench.

��

The woman walked Shuichi out of the exhibition room as
other patrons whispered and pointed at the boy.�
They gathered around in curiosity, wondering what was going on.� Meanwhile, John raced across the exhibition
hall towards the tall blond haired man that Shuichi had pointed out.

��

�Hey, Mister!�
Eiri!�

��

Eiri turned at the sound of his name but did not
recognize the voice.� He spotted a man
with salt and pepper hair and wearing a striped sweater that every teacher he
had ever known had racing towards him.�
�Do I know you?� he asked the stranger without any hint of an accent.

��

John slowed to a halt.�
�Are you Eiri?�

��

Eiri glanced down at the man curiously.� �I am,� he finally said.

��

�Do you know a boy named�Shindou�Shuichi?�

��

Eiri's eyes widened.�
His head snapped around.� He
glanced around the exhibition gallery frantically and could not see him
anywhere.� �Shuichi?� Where-?�

��

�Don't worry, he's fine,� John tried to reassure the
now frantic man.� �He's with my wife, but
I think he's going into labor.�

��

His golden hazel eyes wide in shock, Eiri stared back
at the man in disbelief.� In�labor?� As in�he is going to have a baby?� But�but that was�impossible!� Shuichi was not due for another�!� How�Oh, God.�
What�was he supposed to?� He was
nowhere near ready for this!� Eiri felt
faint and suddenly uncertain.

��

John saw the confusion and indecision on the man's
face and realized instantly that this was the man's first child.� He snapped immediately into action.� �Okay,� he said.� �This way.��
He placed a hand on Eiri's shoulder and ushered him out into the main
area of the museum.� �I'll take you to
St. Margaret's.� It's five minutes from
here.�

��

Eiri nodded.� He
had heard of St. Margaret of Antioch
Hospital.� It was one of the first hospitals that
specialized in the care of neutrals.� It
was said to be the best.� He saw Shuichi
instantly.� He was sitting on a bench,
breathing heavily with a look of intense pain on his face.� Eiri's breath hitched and his heart beat
rapidly.� He rushed over to his
fianc�.� �Shuichi!�

��

Both Shuichi and the woman looked up at the sound of
Eiri's voice.

��

�Eiri.�� Shuichi
breathed a sigh of relief as his contractions once again faded and at the sight
of his fianc�.

��

�Shu.�� Eiri
hugged the boy tightly.� �Are you okay?�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
�Fine,� he whispered.

��

The boy was lying.�
Eiri could feel him shaking like a leaf.�
He could not blame him for being scared.�
He was only seventeen and this was his first child.� The kid had never been through this before
and he was not sure what was going on or what was going to happen.� All the birthing classes, books and videos in
the world could not really prepare you for this moment.� If he were in Shuichi's shoes, he would be
shitting his pants.

��

�Okay,� came a female voice, interrupting his
thoughts.� �My husband went to bring the
car around.� Are you set?�

��

Shuichi nodded then shook his head.� He was not sure what he was, but he dared not
loosen his tight grip on Eiri.� Right
now, the writer was the only solid thing.

��

The woman nodded in understanding.� �I understand,� she told him.� �I've been there several times.�

��

Shuichi glanced at her.

��

The woman patted the boy's hand in reassurance.� �Everything will be fine.� Don't worry.�

��

Shuichi nodded, but he still felt a little uncertain.

��

Eiri helped the boy to his feet and rewrapped his arms
around him possessively.� �She's right,�
he whispered.� �Everything�ll be okay.�

��

Shuichi dropped his head back and stared up at his
boyfriend.� A stray tear rolled down his
cheek.� He was so scared.� He has never been so terrified in his entire
life.

��

Eiri brushed away the droplet with his knuckle and
smiled at him.� �Come on.� Let's go.�

��

Shuichi nodded and let the writer walk him out of the
museum to John's car.

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Eiri glanced at his watch.� It was an hour before midnight here in New York.� After a quick calculation in his head, he
took one last drag off his cigarette, tossed it to the ground and crushed it
out with the heel of his boot.� Pulling
out his cellphone, he speed dialed his brother-in-law's work number.

��

�Eir-�

��

�Shuichi went into labor,� Eiri said without any
preamble, cutting off the man.

��

In his office on the other side of the planet, Tohma
did not so much as a blink.� �I had a
feeling he would,� he blurted.� �I
noticed he was starting to have contractions before you left.�

��

Eiri's eyebrows shot up into his hair.� �And�you didn't bother to say anything.�

��

�On the contrary, I believe I mentioned what a bad
idea this trip was.� If I'm not mistaken,
everyone said as much.�

��

Eiri sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.� He squeezed his eyes shut against the threat
of a looming headache.� He was too tired
to argue with the man.� It had been a
very long day and he was exhausted, not as much as Shuichi was, but he still
felt as if he stayed on his feet for another second he would just collapse.

��

�So,� Tohma prodded, �are you going to tell me what
happened or are you going to make me wait to find out in the morning paper?�

��

Eiri snorted.�
That was not such a bad idea.� He was
tempted to do just that.� Eiri did not
even bother to ask his brother-in-law how the media in Japan could possibly find out about his fianc�
having a baby here in New York.� There were spies everywhere.� Not even the great General Seguchi- as
everyone at NG Productions called him- could suppress every leak.

��

�Takanori Uesugi, born at 3:48 pm, six pounds, two
ounces.�

��

�How long was he in labor for?�

��

Eiri sighed.�
�Who knows?� Shu claims he's been
having contraction all damn day,� Eiri growled.�
�He nearly gave birth right there in the damn museum.� Damn brat.�
I don't know what the hell he was thinking.� He told me that he was determined to see that
stupid ass exhibit before he went to the hospital.�

��

Tohma chuckled.�
That boy was truly something else.

��

�When I told him he could've gone after he was
released from the hospital, he told me he hadn't even thought of that.�

��

Tohma burst out laughing.� That sounded like Shuichi.

��

�Some guy and his wife from the museum drove us to St.
Margaret's.�

��

�That's supposed to be a very good hospital.�

��

�Hmm.� Shu's
water broke in the guy's car on the way there.�
We got to St. Margaret's at about two-thirty and about an hour later,
Takanori was born.�

��

�An hour?��
Tohma stared wide eyed at his office door.� �Are you serious?�

��

�What can I say?�
Baby Brat is just as impatient as his mother.�

��

Tohma chuckled.

��

�Anyway,� Eiri said, �are the papers ready?�

��

�Of course,� Tohma said leaning back in his
chair.� His laughter subsided.� �I have them right here.�� He picked up several sheets of paper.� �All we need is for you to sign them and
you'll officially be Takanori's father.�

��

�Thanks, Seguchi.�

��

Tohma blinked in surprise.� �You're welcome.� Give my love to Shuichi and the baby.�

��

�Sure.� Oh, and
could you-�

��

�I'll pass the word on.�

��

�Thanks.�� Eiri
was just about to hang up when he heard his brother-in-laws voice.� �What,� he sighed heavily, bringing his
cellphone back up to his ear.

��

�There's something I've been meaning to ask you for
some time now.�

��

Eiri squinted his eyes, the wheels in his mind
spinning.� �Oh?�

��

�You see, Eiri,� the president began, his voice
smooth, �I, myself, have never been involved with a neutral, but I did go to
health class.�

��

�Yeah,� Eiri drawled.�
Where was he going with this?�
�And your point would be�?�

��

�My point is, Eiri, how could you not know that
Shuichi was a neutral?�

��

Eiri's mind went blank.� He started to say something several times,
but he did not know what to say.� All he
could do was stare stupidly across the parking lot, but then his mind started
to process the question and to his horror, he felt himself blushing.

��

�I mean, Eiri, there is a clear difference, is there
not?� Between a male and a neutral?�

��

His embarrassment vanished in the sudden flare of
anger that burst through him.� Eiri
growled.

��

�Eiri-�

��

�When I met Shuichi, I thought he was a guy!�
Eiri snapped heatedly.� �And I don't know
about you, Tohma, but when two guys want to have sex, one guy puts his-!�

��

In his office on the other side of the world, Tohma
waved his hand frantically.� �I get-� he
started, interrupting the writer.

��

�And when you think you're partner is a guy you
don't think to look or ask him if he's got an-!�

�I-�

��

�And I was too busy trying to fuck him to worry about
something as stupid as, �Oh, by the way, Shuichi, tell me, do you happen to
have something a little extra?'� And if
you'll excuse me, I have a son and soon-to-be husband to get to!�

��

Eiri flipped his phone closed, ending the call.� He placed his phone back in his coat
pocket.� Leaning his head back, he stared
up at the night sky, trying to calm his raging emotions.� He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting
his chest rise and fall.� His anger
quickly faded and a smile graced his face.�
He felt happier and more alive than he had in a very long time.� He had to admit, he felt as giddy as a
schoolgirl.� Opening his eyes, he shook
his head in amusement.� Turning on his
heel, he marched back into the hospital and up to the maternity ward, a smile
still on his face.

��

Eiri went to check on Shuichi.� The boy was sound asleep.� He looked exhausted, even in his sleep.� Eiri decided to let him sleep and made his
way to the nursery.

��

Shuichi would be made to go on a diet and start
exercising so he could lose all the weight he gained during his pregnancy by
the authorities at NG before Bad Luck's debut album was released this summer
(the release had been postponed after Shuichi's pregnancy was announced).� There was talk of a tour in the fall if the
album did well enough (though, he was thinking of telling Shuichi to screw the
tour this time around because of the baby).�
Knowing his brat, the kid was probably one of those few people who could
shed the pounds just like that.� He heard
somewhere that happened to Celine Dion after she had her son.� If not, Eiri knew exactly how Shuichi could
lose those unnecessary pounds.� He
chuckled slyly.

��

Eiri turned the corner and found himself at the
nursery.� He stood in front of the glass
window and became all choked up.� His
eyes filled with tears as he stared down at all the sleeping tiny bundles of
joy.� Somewhere in there was his
son.� Some of the babies were pudgy little
things.� Others were so small they seemed
dwarfed in their cradles.� At least half
were wrapped in pink blankets, indicating girls, while the other half were
split evenly between males, wrapped in blue ones, and neutrals, in yellows (it
had changed only recently from green).�
He found his son sound asleep right under the window in a blue
blanket.� The blanket and binki he was
sucking on like there was no tomorrow, partially hide his face, but despite
that, Eiri could tell that he looked exactly like Shuichi.� It was like looking at a mini-Shuichi.

��

Takanori had a dark complexion, just like
Shuichi.� He had a head full of jet-black
hair hidden under a cute little cap with baby Looney Tunes on it.� His eyes were such a dark hazel they almost
seemed black. �Takanori also had
Shuichi's round face, his big round eyes, tiny nose and big mouth, not to
mention, his huge lung capacity.� Damn
was the kid loud.� Eiri could see nothing
of Aizawa on his son's face.� Thank God
for that.

��

His eyes roamed to the nametag on the side of the
crib, �Uesugi, Takanori�, and a stray tear rolled down his face.

��

---

�Hey,� Shuichi said late
one night as he and his fianc� lay in bed.�
�Eiri?�

��

�Hm,� Eiri asked distracted.� He was in the middle of reading a new release
from one of his favorite authors.

��

�Is it alright?�

��

Eiri's brow scrunched in confusion.� Marking his place, he closed his book and set
it on his chest.� Sliding off his glasses
off, he set them on top of his book.� He
turned to look at Shuichi.� The kid was
propped up by a mound of pillows, looking at the newest sonogram of the
baby.� Or so the doctor said.� He could see nothing but a bunch of black and
white swirls.� �What?�

�Seeing you're going to be adopting the baby, I was
thinking I could, ya know, uhm��

��

Eiri sighed.�
�You want to name the
baby after Aizawa.�

��

Shuichi bit his lip and nodded, turning to look at
Eiri with those large purple puppy dog eyes of his.

��

Eiri groaned inwardly.�
Dammit, he thought.� He hated it
when Shuichi did that!� It was totally
impossible to resist.� However, as he
thought about it, it did not seem like a bad idea.� From what he was able to learn about the guy, Aizawa had actually been trying to stop Shuichi from having that abortion when
he drove past that day.� Therefore, it
was very possible that the guy would have made a major transformation knowing
that he was going to be a father.� Eiri
moved his book and glasses to the bedside table and turned over on his side to
face Shuichi.� He laid a hand on the kids
swelling stomach, rubbing small circles on his belly.� �Okay,� Eiri sighed.

��

Shuichi smiled wildly, showing brilliantly white
teeth.� �Really?� Thank you, Eiri!� I love you!�

��

�Yeah, well, just make sure he looks like you,� he
said turning his back on the kid.

��

Shuichi snorted and rolled his eyes.� �Yes, sir.�
I'll get right on that.�

---

Eiri jumped out of his thoughts and back into reality
when he felt an arm snake it way through his.�
He looked down and saw Shuichi standing besides him.� �Jesus fucking Christ, Shuichi,� he
exclaimed, his heart in his throat.� �Are
you trying to give me a heart attack?�

��

Shuichi laid his head on Eiri's arm.� �Sorry, Eiri,� he giggled softly.� �I didn't mean to scare you.� I thought you heard me.�

��

�What are you doing up anyway?� You should be resting.�� He covered Shuichi's small hands with his
free hand and rested his head on top of his.

��

�Don't know.��
Shuichi stared down at his son and smiled.� Guess Eiri's wish came true.� Takanori looked exactly like him and nothing
like Taki.� He was not sure if that was a
good thing, or a bad thing.� �He's so
puny,� he noticed

��

Eiri snorted.�
�He's not even eight hours old, Shu.�
Of course he's small.�

��

�Hmm.�� Shuichi
sighed happily, feeling tears in his eyes.�
That was his son, a human being that had been inside of him for the past
thirty-seven weeks, a tiny, helpless baby that he was now responsible for,
someone he brought into this world.� He
covered his mouth as he sobbed quietly, his vision blurring behind a veil of
tears.� �Hey,� Shuichi said his voice
thick with tears.� He sniffed, wiping his
face on the back of his pajama top.�
�Eiri?�

��

�Hm.�

��

�When we get home?�

��

�Yeah?�

��

�Let's get married.�

��

�What?�� Eiri
blinked.

��

Shuichi pulled back enough so he could look up at his
fianc�.� �I want us to be a family.�

��

Eiri snorted.�
�We are a family, idiot.�
We don't need to be married for us to be one.�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
Tears still rolling silently down his face, he wrapped his arms around
Eiri and laid his head on the man's chest, hearing his heart beating.� �I know.�
I just�I don't know,� he sighed.�
He had no idea what he was trying to say.

Eiri tightened his hold on
his fianc�.� �I thought we agreed to slow
things down and get to know one another,� he teased the boy.

��

�We did.�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow at that.� �Really?�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
�Yeah.� It's been seven months.�

��

Eiri chuckled.

��

�So, is that a yes or a no?� Shuichi asked, breaking
the silence.

��

�Idiot,� Eiri whispered.� He placed a kiss on his fianc�'s head.� �I love you, Shuichi.�

��

�I know,� Shuichi smiled.

---OWARI---

A/N:� For those of you who were reading this for
the first time, the original name of this story was I Want Us To Be A Family,
but I ended up changing it after a few chapters to it�s current title.� So, that was it.� It�s over.�
How was it?� Next up is the long
anticipated (not to mention overdue) sequel, �Still Raining�.

Here is a
little preview: There was one woman at the
press conference that refused to leave well enough alone.� Two years later, she is back and causing
trouble for Shuichi and Eiri.� She is
determined to prove that Aizawa is not the biological father of little
Takanori.� What if she is right?� And as if that weren�t enough, what if Mr.
Shindou was right all along as well?�
What if Shuichi really isn�t his son?
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