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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Flaw
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Interlude: The Past
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Interlude
- 26-part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Interlude: December 25th
- 32-Part 29
- 33-part 30
- 34-epilogue
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Part 27

~Oops~

A week later Matt found Mello attempting to get dressed, but unable to find a shirt. Matt had gotten them moved into the apartment on schedule, or at least mostly, which left Mello sleeping in the hotel as he got things set up. Mello hadn't exactly been allowed to do much more than change clothes—which Matt had left out—or go to the bathroom for the last few days.

"Matt, where did you put the shirts?" Mello hated having to search for everything; he knew it would get easier and that once things were fully organized again it would be fine, but it was pissing him off at the moment

"The bottom left drawer." and there they were. Rolling his eyes, Mello pulled one on, finally able to finish getting dressed. Stretching, he blinked as the sudden hunger that crept upon him. He hadn't noticed it before, but he was starving. Heading into the kitchen, he waited impatiently for Matt to notice him.

"What can I do you for?" Matt called, his head sticking out from the refrigerator.

"Grab the pickles from...well wherever they are and the mustard and cream cheese," Mello replied, already opening the loaf of bread from the counter. Just as in the bedroom, nothing was organized in the refrigerator. Mello would rectify that later on.

Matt didn't say anything as he placed the items next to him, and Mello decided that he hadn't connected that all of them were going together on the same sandwich. Though for his sometimes random cravings, this was tame. He didn't get cravings all the time, but when he did, he followed them. Otherwise it drove him nuts.

Mello smelt bacon frying up before he'd even noticed Matt had taken it out. Glancing over, he noted how Matt had added two eggs beside the bacon and shook his head. Bacon was all well and good, but Matt ate it like four times a week.

If the cigarettes didn't kill him, all that grease would.

Not deciding if he was satisfied with his creation, Mello moved everything to the tiny kitchen table with a napkin as a plate and began putting together another one while he continuously glanced at Matt. He had just finished making another sandwich as Matt sat down, pouring ketchup over his plate like it was the first time he'd had it in years.

Mello added another pickle to the sandwich, and more mustard as an afterthought, ignoring Matt's look of utter disgust as he bit into it. He couldn't control what he craved, so he went with it. It wasn't like he was asking Matt to eat it too.

"Mello really, that's fucking gross."

"Then look away. Tastes great to me," he grumbled, purposely tearing off another piece as the redhead watched, eyes seemingly transfixed on the concoction. Mello likened it to a train wreck: you don't want to see it, but you just can't look away.

Matt gagged and finally removed his gaze. Mello tried not to feel amused. He failed and smirked into the sandwich. Mustard dribbled out the sides and his tongue went out to catch it. He wrinkled his nose at the taste. It was only good when combined with the cream cheese he decided.

He ate a sandwich and a half before deciding he was finished. Mello took one last pickle out and covered it with the hot mustard, eating it as he put everything away. He leaned on the counter afterward and watched as Matt quickly ate his meal as though it was safe now that he had finished.

"You know, Matt..." Mello trailed off, waiting until the redhead had looked to him, bacon dangling from his lips as he pulled the fork away. Mello sighed.

"Mello, I know that look; don't close up now that you have my attention," Matt grumbled, stabbing his eggs a little bit too roughly. Matt never had liked to be bothered whilst eating.

"No, never mind. Just finish eating and I'll-"

"It's about the baby, right?" Matt cut in, grinning at him in a way that suggested he'd figured everything out.

"I can't be that obvious…"

"Yeah you can. I doubt you even know you're doing it, but whenever you're thinking of it or something about it you place your hand on your stomach." Matt's grin stretched across his entire face as Mello looked down at his stomach. His hand had unconsciously migrated there. How had he never noticed that before?

He glanced back to Matt who had finished eating and was looking expectantly at him. Mello shook his head and leaned further back into the counter, grudgingly keeping his hand positioned as it was; it would be too much like admitting defeat if he were to remove it.

"I'm not sure why we haven't thought of this before, but we need to get clothes and a crib and well, we need everything we don't have for the baby." He watched Matt's eyes widen and knew he wasn't the only one not to think of it at all. It was probably a good thing since they wouldn't have been able to take anything they had bought for the baby with them when they fled.

"I'm not sure we can even really make an excuse for ourselves," Matt commented with a shrug, as though they were speaking about the weather.

"Yeah, yeah we're stressed, forgetful idiots. Now can we get to the part where we get our lazy selves to the store to look for this crap? Or at least shop online if you've decided to have a sudden onset of agoraphobia," Mello snapped. Matt's eyebrows had shot up, and Mello had almost felt bad for snapping at him when he was kicked hard in the bladder. He must have made a face as Matt's expression turned to one of slight concern as he asked if he was ok.

"Yeah, just fine until you're spawn decided to kick me. Now I have to piss," he grumbled, trying to decide if it was safe to stop rubbing his stomach to calm it, though he honestly had no idea if it worked. It made him feel better, so Mello supposed it didn't really matter.

"What a good baby. You know when Mommy is being crabby." Matt grinned widely as he spoke, and though Mello had the urge to smack him, he didn't. Maybe he was right. Though the idea was flawed as the baby was the reason he was crabby.

"If you think you're up to it we can go shopping, but if you start getting tired, you need to take a break. You know what the obstetrician said," Matt reminded him.

As though I need any reminding, Mello thought bitterly.

From what he was hearing, he'd be practically bed ridden for a while compared to his usual level of 'activity'. But it was all to prevent any more complications since his frame wasn't meant to handle a baby; that and after the scare they'd had, Mello would do whatever was asked.

Mello understood all that, even agreed with it, he really did, he just didn't have to like it.

"Fine. We could stop for lunch or whatever. Let's just get going before the baby decides it's time to kick anything else."

Though to be honest, the baby probably wouldn't kick him until later when he was trying to sleep. Once the motion stopped, it would be wide awake and causing trouble. It looked all fine and tolerable in the baby books, but it was nothing to actually being woken at two in the morning by a nice whack to ones innards.

God did Mello hate being pregnant sometimes.

-End part 27-

AN: i'm on a roll arent I? You are going to want me sick all the time as all I do is edit XD.
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