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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:

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert:� �Send Me An Angel� by Scorpions (awesome
song, check it out)

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
Thank you to Acherona, Undead
Gothic Princess, robot factory, FoodFrenzyDelite, catbaker, sweetsally,
bunnykim98, glostarz for your
reviews.� Here it is folks.� The last chapter.� Enjoy!

+---+---+---+

(Last Time)

�They are a band that suffered a tremendous and
devastating blow earlier this year.�
Everybody thought that was the end for them, but I am here to say that
everybody was wrong.� Ladies and
Gentlemen, it my pleasure to welcome back to the stage�Bad Luck!�� He
stepped back and swept his hand towards the stage.

��

Almost
immediately, the auditorium erupted in sound.�
Everyone jumped to his or her feet, eager to see the band that had been
written off.� Whistles, hoots and hollers
were the only thing you could hear above the thunderous applause.

��

Shuichi
choked back a sob.� He turned his head and
watched as Eiri and Riku were escorted at a runner's pace through the throng of
people towards him.� He stood up and
raced towards him, tears digging trails down his made up face.� �Riku.�
Eiri,� he sobbed as he hugged first his son and then his husband.� �Thank you!�

��

As the soft
beautiful strains of the violins began, silence descended upon the place.� The gentle sounds of Suguru's synthesizer
accompanied the melodious sounds.� Soft
lights flickered on illuminating the children's orchestra and the keyboardist.� The opening strains of �The Rage Beat�
filtered out across the auditorium, lulling the audience gently with the slowed
down version of Bad Luck's hit single.

��

�Baka,� Eiri
whispered, hugging his husband tightly.�
He pulled back and tsked.� �Now
you've gone and ruined your makeup.�

��

Shuichi
laughed and dried his face as the makeup people rushed forward to fix the
damage as he was escorted back to the platform.�
Above him, he could hear the rest of the orchestra join in, transforming
the song he had written into something almost magical.

��

�Shu-chan,�
Eiri called.� �Good luck!� I love you!�

�Good luck,
Mama!�

��

Shuichi blew
his lover and son a kiss and smiled as he started up the ladder.

+---+---+

Chapter
27: Bad Luck's Final Curtain Call � Part 2

�The Rage Beat� ended, fading out to roaring
applause.�

The wind instruments picked up the dropped beat,
changing effortlessly from one song to the other flawlessly.� They created a sound that sounded almost like
a smooth whistle.� Suguru echoed that
sound on his synthesizers.� From the
other side of the stage Kai joined, playing an acoustic guitar.� He echoed the cords Suguru was playing almost
staccato like, but made them flow just as smoothly and slickly.

��

The audience cheered the addition of the guitar
player, but Kai knew whom the people really wanted to see.

��

As the intro continued to soothe and lull the
audience, the spotlights on the stage slowly started to rise to the platform at
the top of the stairwell in the center of the stage.� The colored lights flickered softly in time
with the smooth melody, morphing smoothly from one color to another.

��

As the lights hit the top of the staircase, the
audience took an audible gasp and jumped to their feet.� A thunderous crashing sound erupted from the
whole building when they saw standing there right before their eyes, Shindou
Shuichi.

��

Violet eyes snapped open.� He lifted his head and stared out over the
hundreds of people whose eyes were riveted on him.� He saw tears and smiles.� Girls were screaming, hugging one another and
jumping in excitement.� The whole place
had a thrilled and exulted atmosphere.

��

�The wise
man said just walk this way/To the dawn of the light,� Shuichi sang.

��

A quiet hush fell upon the auditorium.� �Send me An Angel� was a ballad Bad Luck had
remade for their last album.� It was the
song they had been rushing to complete.

��

�The wind
will blow into your face/As the years pass you by/Hear this voice from deep
inside.�

��

Shuichi slowly started down the steps, without the aid
of a railing or his cane.� The onlookers
gasped in amazement as the man who had just months before lay paralyzed in a
hospital bed walked down towards the stage as if nothing had ever happened.

��

�It's the
call of your heart/Close your eyes and you will find/The passage out of the
dark/Here I am!�

��

Hiro, standing by his microphone waiting for his cue
and his guitar waiting patiently, and Kai echoed him softly.� �Here
I am.�

��

�Will you
send me an angel/Here I am!�

�Here I
am.�

�In the
land of the morning star!�� Shuichi
held the last note as he stepped off the steps and walked across the stage.

The soft sound of the song was joined by Kei on the
drummers, Michael on the bass guitar, Hiro on electric guitar and the rest of
the orchestra.

He started towards the front of the stage,
pouring his whole heart into the song.

The wise man
said just find your place

In the eye
of the storm

Seek the roses
along the way

Just beware
of the thorns.

Here I am!

�Here I am.�

��

�Will you
send me an angel/Here I am!�

��

�Here I am.�

��

�In the land
of the morning star!�

Hiro stepped forward and wailed a short guitar
solo.� He made his guitar sing like no
other could.� The last strains echoed
away, garnishing him enthusiastic applause as Shuichi started to sing again.

�The wise
man said just raise your hand/And reach out for the spell/Find the door to the
promised land.�

Shuichi walked across the stage, looking out over the
sea of faces, their hands waving in the air.�
Most had tears running down their faces.�
He felt a lump in his throat and the tears he had been trying to hold
back rolled freely down his face.� Out of
the corner of his eye, he caught Eiri and their son standing in the wings.

�Just
believe in yourself/Hear the voice from deep inside/It's the call of your
heart.�

This had always been one of his favorite songs and
after everything he had been through, the song meant so much more.� For two months, he had been wandering in the
dark, unable to find his way out.� He had
been lost and confused, unsure of himself and anything else.� Eiri had been his angel, calling him
back.� Knowing him, the rest of his NG
family and fans were all standing behind him had given him the courage to stand
up and beat this thing.

�Close your
eyes and you will find/The way out of the dark.�

Shuichi walked out along the catwalk that extended out
into the audience as he sang the final chorus.�
Fans crowded the runway, extending their hands out towards the
singer.� Smiling, Shuichi bent over and
slapped the dozens of hands.� Switching
his microphone to his other hand, he did the same for the fans on the other
side.

Here I am
(Here I am)

Will you
send me an angel

Here I am
(Here I am)

In the land
of the morning star

Here I am
(Here I am)

Will you
send me an angel

Here I am
(Here I am)

In the land
of the morning star

As he made his way back to the main stage, he repeated
the final chorus again; swaying to the music and this time Hiro stepped forward
and let his guitar wail and sing, reprising his solo through the entire verse
this time.

��Here I am
(Here I am).��

The music ended and there was a slight pause where the
audience began clapping and whistling encouragingly.�

�In the
land�of the morning star,� Shuichi
sang a cappella, breaking the final line in half.� His voice faded and the auditorium erupted in
enthusiastic applause.

��

Shuichi opened eyes he had not realized were closed
and smiled through his tears at the passionate standing ovation Bad Luck was
given.� He was going to miss this.� Placing the microphone in the stand, he
stepped back and waved to the crowd.�
Suguru, Kei, Kai, Michael and Hiro joined him.� They raised clasped hands above their head and
bowed.� The applause exploded.� �Thank you!� he shouted above the noise.� �Thank you and good night!�� Bad Luck bowed once more and headed off
stage.

As soon as he was in the wings, Shuichi launched
himself at his husband, grinning broadly.�
Eiri caught the sweaty singer and swung him around.� Putting him back on his feet, he pecked him
quickly on the lips.� Shuichi suddenly
felt exhausted and totally drained now that it was all over.� He was wide-awake and pumped up on
adrenaline, but at the same time, his legs were bothering him.� They felt kind of like jell-o, all jiggly and
wobbly, like if he took one more step his legs were going to splay in opposite
directions like a colt taking its first steps.�
Not to mention, he was beginning to get a headache and he suddenly felt
nauseous.� All he wanted at this point
was to go home and cuddle with Eiri, but unfortunately, the night was far from
over.

�Shindou-san,� called one of the stagehands.

Pulling away from his husband, Shuichi turned and took
his cane the man was holding out.�
�Thanks,� he smiled weakly.

�You were awesome, Mama,� a grinning Riku said.

�Thanks, Riku.��
He hugged Riku to his side with his free arm.

�Shindou-san,� called one of the production
assistants.� �We have the press room all
ready for you guys,� she said.

Shuichi sighed heavily as he pulled away from
Riku.� He really was not in the mood

Eiri stepped forward and wrapping an arm around his
husband's waist squeezed him gently to his side.� �Come on, Shu-chan.� The sooner we get going, the sooner we can go
home.�� Eiri bent over and whispered
huskily in his ear, �And celebrate.�

When a warm blush spread across Shuichi's cheeks, Riku
rolled his eyes.� It was great that his
parents were so into each other, but they could be so embarrassing!� Especially when they flirted with each other,
especially in front of him.� Please!� Some children would rather not know about
their parents� love life thank you very much.�
Talk about being scarred for life.�
Yeesh.

Shuichi lifted his head and stared at his writer
husband, his eyes sparkling in anticipation.�
That sounded pretty damn good to him.�
Wrapping an arm around Eiri's waist, he rested his head against the
man's broad chest and let him drag him to the pressroom.

��

Shuichi stood outside the pressroom and took a deep
breath.� The butterflies returned as he
thought about what he was going in there to do.

��

�Ready?� Eiri asked him, dropping his arm.

��

Not really, he thought, but it must be done.� Exhaling, Shuichi nodded.� �Yeah, let's go.�

�C�mon, Riku,� Eiri called.

Riku whined.�
Damn.� He thought he�d be able to
get out of the press conference.� Guess
not.

��

Together, Shuichi and Eiri led the others into the
room where the press was waiting.� As
soon as they entered, a bevy of cameras went off, following the group's
progress to the stage.� Tonight he would
not be so much as ending one aspect of his life as putting it on hold while he
started another.

��

�Shindou-san!�
Shindou-san,� came the shouts.

��

Here we go, the singer
thought.

+---+---+

Six Months
Later - September

They were seated in the farthest corner, secluded
behind beautiful potted trees and several screens.� The ceiling lights in the place were dimmed
so low, there really was no point in having them on.� Instead, the Greek restaurant, Mikonos, was illuminated by the candles that sat in the
middle of each table.� The candles gave
off a soft glow, but surprisingly kept the room lit enough to be able to see
your way around without tripping all over yourself or bumping into any of the
other patrons.

��

�Thank you, Shu-chan,� Eiri whispered.� He leaned across the table, cupped his
husband's face and gave him a long, lingering chaste kiss.� �Happy Anniversary,� he whispered as he
pulled away.

��

�Happy Anniversary, Eiri,� Shuichi whispered back.

��

�So,� the writer said, taking a sip of wine.� "This is the place Tohma suggested last
year?�

��

�Yeah,� the singer blushed.� �Is it okay?�

��

Eiri shrugged.�
�We'll see when our food arrives, but the service so far has been pretty
good.�

��

Shuichi's doctors had ordered complete bed rest for
him.� They knew how hyperactive he was
and because he was pregnant with twins, they did not want to chance him having
another miscarriage.� So Eiri had assumed
that for their anniversary they would be spending a nice, quiet dinner at home,
but Shuichi had been determined to bring him here to Mikonos, the Greek
restaurant where he planned to ask him to marry him.� Eiri had intended to put his foot down, but
once Shuichi looked at him with those puppy dog eyes, those fake tears and oh,
so cute pout he had given in.� Kami-sama,
he was so whipped.

��

He caught sight of their server heading their way with
two plates and a basket balanced on his arms.�
Eiri had always been amazed at how they could juggle so many things at
once without dropping something.� Shuichi
could barely carry one plate from the counter to the table without spilling
something.

�Speak of the devil.�

��

�Here is your Tiropsomo,� the man said, setting
the light brown basket on the table.�
�And your Horiatiki salata.��
He set a rather large plate of Greek salad in front of each of the men
and stepped back.

��

�Thank you,� Eiri said.

��

�Is there anything else, Gentlemen?�

��

�Nothing for now, thank you.�

��

The young server bowed and left.

��

Shuichi glanced at the salad that was large enough to
feed three people and grimaced.� He
picked up his fork and poked at the bunny food, glancing at Eiri who had
already started eating his and who was watching him closely.

��

�Eat it Shuichi.�

��

The singer grimaced.�
�What's in it?� he asked suspiciously.

��

�Stuff that's good for you.�

��

That was a matter of opinion.

��

�Now eat,� Eiri ordered.

��

Shuichi poked his fork at what looked like a flower
bud.� �What's this?�

��

�A caper.�

��

Shuichi blinked at him.� �A what?�

��

Eiri sighed.�
�It's a caper, an edible flower.�

��

�A flower?��
Shuichi's face scrunched up.�
�Gross!� I'm not eating a flower!�

��

�You will eat or I'll force it down your throat.�

��

�Aw, man,� Shuichi whined.� �What else is in here?�

��

�Those red things are tomatoes-�

��

Shuichi glared at him.

��

�Hey, you asked.�

��

�Eiri,� Shuichi growled threateningly.

��

Eiri sighed.�
�Tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, and onion.� That white crumbly stuff is feta cheese.� If you've never had it before, you could get
the runs.�

��

Shuichi's lips curled back in disgust.� As if he did not go to the bathroom enough as
it was.

��

�There're also black kalamata olives, capers, as I
said, parsley, oregano, salt, oil and vinegar.�

��

Shuichi put down his fork, unsure if he could even try
the green mixture in front of him.� This
was the last time he let Eiri order for him.�
The basket the server had placed in the middle of the table caught his
attention.� �And what's this?�

��

�Tiropsomo.�
Cheese bread,� he clarified at Shuichi's blank expression.

��

That did not sound so bad.� He grabbed a slice of the still hot bread and
took a tentative bite.� Immediately, he
fell in love with it.� �This is good,� he
commented.

��

�At least you like something,� Eiri muttered.� �You will eat that salad, Shindou Shuichi.�

��

Shuichi rolled his eyes.� �Yes, Mom.��
He laughed when Eiri shot him an evil glare, but his laugh choked to a
sudden stop.� His hands flew to his
gigantic stomach.

��

The glare was gone as if someone had flipped a
switch.� Eiri's fork clattered to the
table.� Jumping to his feet, he was
instantly at Shuichi's side when the raven-haired man's face twisted into an
unreadable expression.� �Shu!� What's wrong?�

��

Shock filled violet eyes lifted and locked with golden
hazel ones.� �I�think it's�time.�

Eiri straightened and stared down at Shuichi
blankly.� His mind could make sense of
what Shuichi just said.� It was as if he
had spoken to him in some strange foreign language.� The writer knew there was something he was
supposed to be doing, but for the life of him, he could not think of what that
was.

��

�Eiri?�

��

Shuichi's voice snapped him out of his daze.� He looked over his shoulder and singled to
their waiter.� Pulling out his wallet, he
paid their bill, giving the man a sizeable tip for the mess they were leaving
him.

��

�Keep the change,� he said.

��

The man bowed.�
�Thank you, Sir.� Have a pleasant
night.�

��

He was not so sure about that.

��

Eiri helped Shuichi to his feet.� Then dug out his cellphone and calling
Marcus, told him to bring the car around.�
Pocketing his phone, the blond writer wrapped his arms around Shuichi's
waist and helped him out of the restaurant, trying not to draw too much
attention.

��

When the car pulled up, Eiri did not bother to wait
for the chauffer or the big, burly guard to open the door for them.� Instead, he helped his husband inside and
ordered them to take them to the nearest hospital.� �Now,� he growled.

��

It was safe to say nobody questioned him.

+---+---+

A pounding on the door woke Riku out of a sound
slumber.� What the hell?� It was the freaking middle of the night!� He had school in the morning.� He did not need this.� Muttering angrily under his breath, Riku
stumbled his way through the darkened condo towards the front door.

�Get dressed,� ordered a voice that sounded vaguely
familiar.

Riku blinked sleep blurred eyes as the figure.� The syllables meant nothing to his sleep
muddled mind.� ��Huh?�

His uncle Tohma slowly came into view.� �Shuichi�s gone into labor.� Get dressed.�

+---+---+

�Hug your legs to your chest,� Dr. Kameyama told
Shuichi several long and agonizing hours later, �and on the next contraction,
bear down hard like you're going to the bathroom.�

Shuichi nodded.�
He grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back to his chest with
trembling hands.� Kami-sama, he
was scared.� Eiri was so going to pay for
putting him through this.� �Tell me why I'm
doing this again?� he asked his husband.

Eiri smirked softly at the smaller man.� He reached out and swept his husbands damp
raven bangs aside.� �Because you love
me.�

��

Shuichi snorted.�
�Not right now I don't.�

��

Eiri chuckled.

��

�Don't worry, Shindou-san,� the doctor reassured him
with a smile.� �Everything will be fine.�

��

Easy for him to say.�
He is not the one lying here about to give birth.

��

Shuichi looked at his husband standing besides
him.� He was glad he was here.� Eiri smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder,
telling his lover without words that everything was going to be all right.

��

�Here we go,� the doctor said, looking at the monitor
by the side of the bed.

��

There was no need to tell him.� Even with the epidermal, he could feel the
damn contraction coming.� How could you
not see the bullet train barreling towards you?�
Shuichi turned back towards the doctor, waiting.

��

�And�PUSH!�

��

He bore down with everything he had, grunting with the
excruciating effort.� Sweat glistened down
his face, gluing his gown to his body.�
Eiri had helped tie his hair back earlier and right now, he was glad for
that.� The back of his neck was dripping
with sweat.� His face was flushed and
warm.

��

�2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and breathe.�

��

Letting out his pent up breath, he had barely enough
time to catch his breath when the cycle started again.

��

�And push!�
2-3-4-5��

+---+---+

�All right, I see the head!� Take a breather, Shindou-san.�� Dr. Kameyama smiled happily at the
father-to-be half an hour later. ��It
looks like he has your hair, Eiri-san.�

��

A grin slowly crossed Eiri's face.

��

�Okay, Shindou-san.�
One final push�!� Got him!�

��

Shuichi collapsed onto the bed panting heavily.

��

The baby's umbilical cord was cut and his nose and
throat were cleared.� Almost immediately,
a near ear-splitting wail rang through the delivery room.� The sound of his son's wails brought tears to
Shuichi's eyes.

��

�Here is baby number 1,� Dr. Kameyama cried.� He held the screaming baby up so that new
parents could see him.

��

Shuichi burst into tears.� �Oh, Eiri,� he cried in perfect imitation of
his newborn son.

��

�He's beautiful, Shu-chan.�� Despite all that goop he is covered in, he
added silently.

��

�That's because he looks like you,� Shuichi giggled
through his tears.

��

That was an understatement.� Their son looked like a miniature version of
Eiri with a head full of yellow-blond hair, oval face and long thin nose.� Shuichi wondered what color his eyes were
going to be.

��

�Yeah,� Eiri agreed, �but he has your lungs.�

��

Shuichi chuckled.�
There was no denying that.� The
kid had one set of powerful lungs.� Not
to mention, he sounded kind of upset and annoyed, just like Eiri when he was
bothered.� Like father, like son, Shuichi
thought happily.

+---+---

Half an hour later, Uesugi-Shindou baby number two
arrived in much the same manner as his brother.�
Shuichi could not seem to stop crying.�
That might have been one of the most painful experiences in his entire
life, but it had been well worth it.

��

He had been through so much in just the past decade
that he thought he had been cursed to never live a happy, normal life, but
maybe in the end, it had been worth it, if for nothing more than to get to this
point.

��

Shuichi felt so content with where his life was and
where it would be going that it made him a little suspicious and just a little
scared, but he pushed those negative thoughts aside.� His life was finally getting back on track
and he was going to enjoy it.

��

Eiri sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm
around his husband, hugging him tightly.�
He, too, had tears glistening in his eyes.� �I'm proud of you, Shu-chan,� he whispered,
kissing the top of Shuichi's head.

��

Shuichi laid his head against Eiri's chest with a sigh
and smiled.� �I love you, Eiri.�

��

�I know,� Eiri whispered back.

��

�But, next time, you're going to be the one lying
here.�

��

Eiri snorted.�
No way in bloody hell was that ever going to happen.

��

�Here you go,� announced a nurse in a come-hither
voice, a small swaddled bundle in her arms.�
�Baby one.�

��

Eiri stood up and the nurse gently laid the quiet
infant in his mother's arms.

��

�Thank you,� Shuichi whispered, cradling his son
gently to his chest.� He smiled through
his tear-blurred vision and kissed his son lightly, holding him securely.� His son looked up at him with the most
beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.�
�Oh!� He's so cute, Eiri!�� He giggled through his tears.� �You look exactly like your daddy!� Yes, you do!��
Shuichi sniffled.� He could not
seem to stop crying or smiling.

��

Standing besides his husband, Eiri smirked as he
rubbed lazy circles on Shuichi's back.

��

�Ya know, I bet you're going to have Daddy's eyes,
too,� Shuichi cooed.� �You'll be the
cutest baby in town!�� He looked up at
his husband. ��I bet this's what you
looked like as a baby.�

��

Eiri snorted.

��

�Right?� Shu asked his son.� �What do you think, huh?�

��

The baby just stared up at him, watching him as if he
were trying to memorize his face.

��

�You're just a little Daddy-clone!�

��

Eiri snorted out a laugh.� Where did he get this stuff?

��

A second nurse walked up to them.� �Here you go,� she smiled, as she laid baby
two in Shuichi's other arm.

��

�Hi,� Shuichi cooed to the baby.� His kissed him softly.� �I'm your mama.�

��

The baby looked up at him and yawned loudly.

��

�Awe,� Shuichi laughed.� �Tired, huh?�
Yeah, you guys had a big day.�

As Shuichi continued to talk to his sons, Eiri's face
softened as he glanced down at his family.�
A soft smile lit his face.

��

Shuichi smiled up at him.� �What should we name them?�

��

Eiri reached out and caressed his eldest boy's
cheek.� The baby looked up and locked
eyes with his father.

��

�That tall, handsome, sexy man is your daddy,� Shuichi
told his son.� �Say, �hi, Daddy'.�

��

Eiri chuckled.�
�Taro.�

��

Shuichi blinked at him.� �What?�

��

�His name'll be Taro,� indicating his eldest
child.� �And�� The writer studied his other boy who was an
exact duplicate of his brother, considering.�
He reached out and touched his son's baby soft face, smiling.� �Jiro.�

��

�Taro and Jiro,� Shuichi repeated slowly.� �Eiri,� he scolded.� �First born son and second born son?�� He shook his head, clucking his tongue.� �Jeeze!�
Why not �Heir' and �Backup Heir'?�

��

Eiri glared at his husband, but Shuichi looked
innocently back at him.� �Fine,� Eiri
sighed.� He thought about names for his
son's, good, strong ones.� A slow smile
crossed his face.� �Keitaro and�Kane.�

��

�Keitaro and Kane,� Shuichi repeated.� �'Blessed' and�� He looked up at Eiri help.

��

�'Little brother' in Gaelic.�

��

Shuichi nodded slowly.�
�I like them.�� Despite the fact
that Kane still had a title for a name, he thought.� He glanced down at his boys.� �What do you guys think, huh?� he asked,
smiling brightly.� Both newborns glanced
up at him with their cloudy brown eyes that Shuichi knew would turn into
beautiful golden hazel in due time.�
Shuichi kissed them, chuckling, then glanced up at his husband, who
dipped his head and kissed him.

��

�I love you, Shindou Shuichi,� he said, pulling back.

��

�I know,� Shuichi whispered back.� �But I'm still never going through this
again.�

��

We will see about that, Eiri thought.� We will see.�
�Yeah,� he called when there came a knock on the door of Shuichi�s
private room.

�Mama?� Daddy?�

�Come here,� Eiri ordered.� �Come meet your brothers.�

Riku stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and
crossed the room towards Shuichi�s bedside.�
�Mama,� he whispered in wonder.�
�They�re so cute.�� He reached out
and ran the back of his knuckle every so gently across his brothers� warm,
flushed faces.� He chuckled.� �They look like you Dad.�

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
�So I�ve heard.�� Crossing his
arms across his chest, he took a step back and regarded his boys and his
husband.� A rare smile crossed his face.

---OWARI---

Preview:� �The News� chapter 1 of �Because of You�

A/N:� This chapter used to be two separate
chapters, but I decided to combine them.�
Anyway, the fun doesn�t end here.�
It continues next week in �Because of You�.� Stay tuned!
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This I Promise You (edited & revised)