The Flaw | By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: takes place after prologue
Suggested Listening: Have Faith in Me by A Day to Remember
Part 29
~Wait~
Mello sat irritably in the chair, wishing to be able to move around and do something more than a half hour cleaning spree. The baby weight caused strain on his back and feet, so too much standing, no matter what he was doing, bothered him.
The cramps had gone as well as the nausea, and though he became fatigued by seemingly small amounts of work, he felt the best he had for the entire pregnancy. He supposed it didn't really matter as in just over a week he'd be going in to have the c-section to get that damn watermelon out of his stomach.
He was partially excited as well as nervous and... a little afraid. Mello wasn't sure what would happen if there were clear signs of it, her, being supernatural. Of being the Death Note's. He wasn't sure he could go through with the promise he and Matt had made in the beginning.
And what scared him was he wasn't so sure Matt wouldn't. They hadn't spoken about it since then, so Mello didn't know the redhead's thoughts on the matter, and there wasn't a good time to bring it up. It didn't exactly make a good dinner conversation.
Mello flinched at the sudden kick to his stomach and was thankful it hadn't been his bladder. He frowned and rubbed at the spot, silently willing her to behave in there. She was probably as hungry as he was.
The only thing that was really left in the house was his chocolate though. He frowned at that, realizing that he hadn't really eaten much of it in the last month. "Stupid pregnancy," he grumbled quietly to himself. If anyone, he was allowed to be a little annoyed. But there was a silver lining. Since he hadn't eaten much chocolate, it meant that there would be plenty once he was baby free.
There was a crash outside the apartment that had Mello's eyes zero in on the door and tense as the knob was tried and a low curse expelled. But he relaxed once the jingle of keys and the lock turning was heard. He highly doubted that a burglar or someone there to kill him would use a set of keys. Mello cocked his head to the side in thought.
He supposed it was possible. But less than point one percent.
He raised an eyebrow as Matt stumbled into the living room, bogged down by bags and what looked like an apple rolling behind him. From the harried look on the redhead's face, it was best not to ask.
Matt took a deep breath, stuffed a cigarette in his mouth and stalked out of the apartment and shut the door as an afterthought. Things had apparently not gone well shopping wise, but Matt had never really liked shopping for anything other than games anyway. And with Mello being forbidden by both doctor and boyfriend from going on those trips, Matt was left to do it on his own.
If both of them weren't so paranoid of L or Near finding them, they would have simply done the grocery delivery, but it was a pain enough getting packages from the stupid P.O box and perishables wouldn't deliver to something like that anyway.
He rubbed at his stomach again and contemplated going to see if Matt was ok when the door opened, albeit quite a bit slower this time, and Matt scuttled in, looking sheepishly at him.
"Sorry. I just really needed a cigarette after that..."
Mello just shrugged and gave him a small smile. "You brought junk food right?" he asked in what he hoped was a nonchalant tone, but from Matt's disapproving frown, he'd sounded too eager.
"Yeah, I got us takeout. Jeeze, you act like eating a few fruits and vegetables are killing you."
Mello snorted. It was hardly a few. He actually made an effort—bar the cravings—to eat somewhat healthy for the baby. But every once and a while, he wanted something that didn't look like a garden had puked all over it or that he had to take pills with. So sue him.
"Don't look that way, Mello; your face might get stuck like that." Matt commented as he pulled free two foot long subs.
Mello heaved himself out of the chair and went to inspect the meal. "There is lettuce on it," he grumbled and shifted the sub around to see what else was on it, though it didn't appear anything other than the veal and sauce was there.
"Yeah, and it's covered with tons of calories so deal with it." And even with the goggles over his eyes, Mello could see Matt's 'Mello's-bitching-over-nothing-again' expression. Which Mello supposed he was, but it was lettuce! He hated that stuff...
Matt turned and kissed him on the cheek randomly before he settled down to eat his own food. There were bags of groceries littered on the floor around them, and Mello, probably despite Matt arguing, would help put them away after lunch, which he ate slowly as he knew it was the last 'unhealthy' meal he'd get for the day. It wasn't exactly bad not to eat what was suggested, just frowned on.
Two more weeks, he thought, just two more weeks. And then he could eat as much unhealthy foods he wanted until he puked. And chocolate. Definitely more chocolate.
"Hey, why does it smell like bleach in here?" Matt paused, sandwich hovering by his mouth.
Mello shrugged and dutifully looked at his food, picking bits of lettuce off as Matt sighed. And as Mello snuck a glance, Matt gave him a withering look.
Mello grinned coyly and leaned over to kiss him. It was hardly the world's best kiss, especially with that hot mustard lingering on Matt's lips, but it had seemed to placate Matt for a few seconds. At least until he had pulled away, looking exasperated.
"You can't kiss me every time you do something you're not supposed to and expect me to cave."
Mello grinned. "Sure I can." He moved around the table and seated himself in Matt's lap carefully, pressing their lips together. He heard Matt sigh again but felt as Matt's hands came to tangle in his hair, one sliding down to support his back.
Mello had often wondered if Matt had only been humoring him in the beginning—agreeing to be with him because of the baby-not knowing how to deal with the situation they were thrust in, his horrible past experiences, and emotions he had never intended to deal with. But the little moments like this wiped all the doubts away.
And maybe they had gone a bit fast in certain parts of their relationship, but Mello thought it worked well in the end.
Matt's hand slid up his shirt to slink along his back, the sensations causing an almost instant erection and a sudden willingness to forget about the food for a while longer.
-End Part 29-
AN: Next part, the big day :D and after that the epilogue. Now, im undecided as to what i'm posting first. Radio Nowhere or For the Sake of Being Normal. I'm not going to rush my first beta-who has the first parts of FTSOBN-but i have the first chaps of RN ready to go from my second beta...yeah i have so much stuff i couldnt shove it all on one person, it would kill them XD. If the other beta is not ready when I am, i might post RN and put it on hiatus once i get the other one in... if you have an opinion feel free to put it in a review but dont review just for that, you can pm me.
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