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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
- 29
- 30
- 31
Suggested Listening: Last Piece by .heidi (rather difficult to find their stuff sometimes but well worth it)

Part 28

~Boycott~

Matt stared at all the baby stuff and wondered just what they were supposed to choose. A lot of the products looked the same, some cheaper than others or with different colors and shapes, but all with the same functions. So what was the difference?

Was there even a difference? It was all making his head spin and as he glanced over to Mello, it seemed he was also at a loss. "Should we just throw things in the cart?" Mello stared at the items for a long moment before shrugging, hair flopping over his shoulder, confirming he had no idea either. The stray hair was irritably shoved back over his shoulder as Mello fiddled with the fake strands.

Mello had on a medium length black wig and was sans anything black clothing wise. Instead, he begrudgingly wore a blue maternity shirt that stretched over his stomach and a pair of jeans, stretched at the top for pregnancy. He certainly looked the part.

Matt had gotten used to 'dressing up' so they could go out, but the brown wig he wore made his scalp itch and he hated that he didn't have a single stripe on him anywhere.

"Maybe we should have just gotten everything online," Mello muttered, turning over something in his hands. But Matt couldn't agree less. "It would be harder to find things. At least in stores we can look at them and pick them up, not that we have any idea what the difference between half this crap is anyway," Matt told him.

Mello sighed, hand going to support his lower back; he tilted his head to the side to survey all the items before them. It was a large section comprised of baby foods, cups, bottles, clothing, nappies, bibs, and everything else you could imagine minus the toys and furniture. There was just so much to look at...

Matt picked up a set of glass bottles, only two in the package, and wondered if there was a large difference between using glass versus plastic. He knew plastic tended to stain as well as retain smell so with that in mind he carefully dropped the glass ones into the cart.

"One down ninety-nine to go," he heard Mello mumble.

"Should we just get the immediate stuff or things for a few months; the baby is going to grow quick after all?" Matt asked, scratching his head.

"I think the first few months, that way we won't have to go out for much. Probably for just the formula and diapers." Mello told him absently as he squinted a little to read the fine print on a package.

Matt figured that was the best way to go about things, though really they were winging it. There wasn't really any booklet that could help you with shopping. It was more trial and error and user preference when it came to those things as well as 'studies' that really never helped.

Hell, it might have helped if Mello was female. Didn't they have a better sense about these types of things? But Matt doubted he'd have the relationship he did with Mello if he were in fact a she. Just the thought of Mello as a chick made his skin crawl.

"Um excuse me for intruding, but is it your first pregnancy?" a brunette woman came to stand just to the left of Mello who had whipped his head to look at her, nearly dropping the package of binkies from his grasp.

"Yes it is," Matt supplied, knowing Mello was more than uncomfortable just from his posture alone.

"I thought so. I know that look. I had it too when first shopping for all the little necessities." The woman had a wide, bright smile, and it was only then that Matt noticed a smaller, but no less noticeable, bump of her own. "Do you by chance need some help? You looked a little lost."

"Um, please?" Mello asked quietly, which surprised Matt. The woman smiled at them as she began to show them the little differences in just the things they each held. Though she was very friendly, it made Matt a bit uncomfortable.

"How far along are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Amy, as they found out her name was, asked as she took one set of binkies over the other, saying something how most babies preferred them over the other kinds.

"Nearly eight months," Mello told her and Matt couldn't understand why the woman looked surprised.

"Really? You hardly look six, never mind eight. I'm in my fifth month and already bloated like a whale," Amy laughed. She stayed a bit longer to explain what was better than most and what was said to be safer if a bit more costly.

Matt knew they would probably need to put their researching skills to a different cause when they got home, but he wasn't worried nor was he annoyed. It was simply something required of them apparently.

After leaving that store—everything packed into the back of the car—Mello seated himself gingerly into the passenger seat and looked wearily at him. "We still need a crib and a few toys."

"We can always do it another day; there's still time-"

"No, we should do as much as we can now and get everything else online. I know we'll come up with excuse not to go out," Mello sighed, sounding as tired as he looked.

"Lunch first, no objections," Matt told him. And the fact that Mello didn't protest said how tired he really was. Matt would force him home if Mello didn't recover his energy after resting a while. It always surprised him how easily things took away Mello's energy these days and knew it would only get worse over the next month the closer they got to the c-section.

They had a quick lunch at some drive through burger joint, sitting in the car and enjoying being off their feet for a while. Matt had finished first and was thankful he'd brought the laptop as he used it to see if any places nearby sold cribs, as the store they'd been at didn't.

He found a Babies R Us in the area and Map Quested the directions. It felt so odd to be looking something like that up, and wondered if it would ever feel normal to him.

Mello was fairly silent the entire way there and even into the store—especially in the store. Matt figured it had to do with the way people stared at him. He didn't know what it was, but everyone seemed to look at pregnant people a lot. And with being in hiding, every long glance was a little unnerving.

"Matt, do we even have room for something like this today with everything else we bought?" Mello asked suddenly as they arrived in the correct area, as if the thought had only occurred now. It figured that Mello would worry about that after they were in the store.

"I don't see why not. It's not like it comes pre-assembled," and damn if Matt didn't wish they did.

"Let's just pick one. I doubt one of these is better than the other, I think it's all about style and price," Mello said, more than hinting that he was ready to call a quits to the entire day but being too stubborn to actually say so. And yet despite what he'd said, they ended up taking a fair bit of time to find one; mainly because Mello hadn't liked the color of the wood or it wasn't expensive enough so there must be something wrong with it.

Matt didn't honestly think it mattered as they would probably be sick of looking at it every time they had to see it at four am.

They had ended up with a cherry wood crib with some blue and white striped bedding. Girl or otherwise, it didn't seem like Mello was going to tolerate many pink or purple accessories in the apartment. Not that Matt wasn't grateful, but maybe they should have found out what it was? At least it would save on them calling it 'the baby' all the time.

The last thing they had looked for, after having previously gotten small rattling toys and such, was a plush one. Mello hadn't protested when Matt had found a tiny red-furred dog and stated shopping done with.

It had been a trick to get the large crib box into the back seat, and it had only been managed with most of it sticking into the front. Mello had hardly been pleased, but it was that or sticking it on the roof, though Matt did not have any ties for that to happen.

The drive back to the apartment had been uneventful, unless one counted Mello having fallen asleep eventful, and had left Mello in the car as he carried the majority of their purchases inside. He had only woken Mello as he'd needed him to move so he could drag the crib out.

Thankfully the elevator in their apartment complex worked, though it made odd clanking sounds and jerked to a stop more forcefully than he thought it should. Matt wouldn't have been surprised if he got stuck in it with the way his luck ran. However he was happy that he hadn't or he had a feeling he'd have been carrying Mello and the crib up the stairs once he was free.

As it was, Mello had kicked his shoes off, tore the wig from his head, and flopped down onto the couch as carefully as he could. Matt looked at the stuff they had gotten for all of three seconds before joining Mello. None of it was perishable and could wait another day to be put away.

.

Hours later, after they'd eaten and were seated in front of the television, Matt knew one subject that desperately needed to be brought up. "Mello, we haven't thought of a name."

It wasn't that either of them had forgotten about that—more like acknowledging it made it real. Sure all the cramps and weird food cravings, ultrasounds and baby bump made it real, but a name was final. To decide on a name was to accept they were seeing it through and were going to become parents. Something he knew neither of them had wanted to dwell on recently, having too many other problems to get through first.

He felt Mello stiffen next to him and an odd look settled over his features as Matt looked at him. "Yeah we do need a name."

To Matt it almost seemed as though Mello was hesitating, stalling, but for what reason Matt couldn't fathom. "Maybe we should have gotten a baby name book...then again the internet is just as good for ideas," he stated, watching Mello's expression carefully. It was almost like Mello had something in mind but was afraid to share it for whatever reason.

"For a girl perhaps something like... Isabella?" Mello said quietly, face directed away from him. Matt turned the name over in his head. It wasn't anything odd like Mail or beautiful like Mihael was, but it was a good name. And the more he thought of it, the nicer it sounded. It was probably better than most anything they would have found in a book to start off with.

What Matt didn't get was why Mello hadn't said anything about the name before he had brought up the need for one; it didn't sound like a spur of the moment decision. "What made you think of Isabella?"

"It was my mother's middle name," Mello stated carefully, and Matt understood why he'd been hesitant. Instead of commenting, Matt kissed him. "I like it, it's a good name."

"But what happens if it's a boy?"

Mello smiled at him and relaxed into his arms when prompted. "I guess we need to keep thinking then," Mello shrugged but made no move to leave his arms in search of the laptop.

They might not have had everything they needed for when the baby came, but for now, it was enough.

-End Part 28-

AN: uh ohh they still haven't picked a boys name! Bad parents! XD *at least they aren't picking one of the most 'popular' names of the time like mine did. URGGGG If I wasn't such a lazy ass id go change my name XD*

summary time :D

For the Sake of Being Normal:"And do you, Mihael Lucian Keehl, take Samantha Eleanor Richardson as your lawfully wedded wife?" Mello stared into Samantha's soft brown eyes full of love and excitement, her lips contorted into a smile most would have called beautiful with her full and painted lips, and then his eyes moved down to their lightly clasped hands. "I do." And with that, he could literally feel his life slipping right through his fingers. Complete. Sent to beta for edits.
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