Another Teen Pregnancy

Another Teen Pregnancy
By GreyPenInk
Part 4
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note or any of the characters! I have no money so please don’t sue me! (I only own the doctors)
Warning: LxRaito. MPREG. Rated M for adult content, dark themes, violence, nudity and language. NOW INCLUDES DEATH!

Author Note: Like I said before in the other parts the sole purpose of this story was to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito.

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The soft brown carpet had absorbed much of the blood, containing much of the red liquid in a giant spot around the two figures. Neither the wetness, nor smell nor the cold bothered him. Actually, right now there was nothing in the world that would move him from this spot.

Blissfully sleeping. He was blissfully sleeping, had been for that last few hours and would for a few more. No dreams or nightmares disturbed the slumbering one, only sweet memories drifted through. Their numerous walks, visits to the park and just plain lazy days spent at home filled his mind even in its unconscious state.

Sleep was good. In sleep he could ignore the wet puddle they laid in. In sleep he could ignore the guilty thoughts of coming home so late. In sleep he would not worry for the rest that were taken from him. In sleep he could pull the closer and burry his face into the matted mane to breathe in the underlining familiar set. In sleep, even here on his living room floor, he could keep the body of his best friend, of man’s best friend close to him and not recall the horror he’d come home to.

So there Dr. Ryo Hibiki lay, curled around the cold, beaten body of his deceased dog. One hand firmly clamped over the bullet-width hole in the shattered chest and the other tenderly circling the broken neck, resetting it to a proper angle unconsciously.

For tonight the rest of the world could be forgotten. For tonight full scope of his situation could be forgotten. For tonight the note, signed by that monster Tarvian, could stay a short distance away and be forgotten.

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A ripple of fear, a very tiny one, shot through Raito at Ryuuzaki’s second scream. Oh maybe he had gone a little overboard. Well too late now! Hastily he let go of the arm.

‘Big mistake brat!’ L thinks as he rolls onto his back and chambers a leg. He grits his teeth for a moment then announces, “Once is once!” He sends a powerful kick flying to the barely opened door.

Raito had less than half a second to put his arms up but he isn’t able to lock them in place. The wood slams into him sending him back against the porcelain sink. Owie! His forehead hurts a bit from where he couldn’t fully block the door and his tailbone hurts from meeting the bathroom counter. Yet this pain is just what he needed to make up his mind about fighting the detective! Especially now that the bastard can’t do that weird handstand kick!

The detective scrambled away and got to his feet right in front of their bed. Pausing he put up the beaten part to inspect it. His right wrist is no longer bendable; it is an angry red and swelling. Breathing deep L pushed past the pain to think. From the force of the blows, the angle that caught him and his own bone density, he knew the wrist wasn’t broken. At the very most it was fractured though. Thankfully his little bitch of a friend hadn’t put all his weight into it.

Stepping out of the bathroom Raito finds his captor further away than he had thought. The other is standing as he normally would with the usually blank expression but… the Yagami can tell the other is pissed, is burning and yearning to hurt him. Fine with him since he feels the same. The shirtless boy closed the door behind him, moved away from the restroom before dropping into a ready stance. Just because he does not ordinarily fight doesn’t mean he didn’t know how.

L’s temper is almost, almost under control, at least outwardly it is. Inside, he still wants to pound the snot out of the brat and under standard circumstances he would have definitely return the kid’s ‘favor.’ But he is acutely aware of his child in that body. The rest of L’s anger settles when he sees the gaki form an unbelievably sloppy stance. The kid’s fists are balled and held in what he supposed was a boxer-esque way while his legs were… well… The younger male was probably going to snap his own ankle if he leaned back on it. And the grim look on the child’s face just made the scene all the more ridiculous! He chuckled.

What The Fuck?! Was the bastard laughing at him now? Raito felt his heckles rise further. He had been waiting for the investigator to start, but to hell with that! If the sugar-eater wasn’t going to attack then he was! With that he charged!

The older took notice of the change in demeanor that seemed to take over the instant Raito-Kun began to come at him. It wasn’t so much in the still grim face as much as the change in body language. L didn’t have time to think about it as the boy came at him surprisingly fast. The brunet came at him low and quick with a left upper cut which the ink haired one dodged easily to his right. What wasn’t easy to dodge was the follow-up right-cross the kid had set him up for. L makes a grab for the flying fist with his left uninjured hand but the gaki further astounds him when he starts a tight spin around.

Raito tucked his right arm in and with a bit of fast footwork twirls around, but makes sure his left elbow is out at a perpendicular angle to the rest of him. As he comes close to finishing the turn he leans his weight and speed into the bent limb and crashes it into a white covered sternum. The harsh, forced exhale it causes is very satisfying. He moves back to put a space between them again. As the youth watches the sleuth gasp and recover he can’t help think how this time will be different. Before there was no point to dodging because Ryuuzaki always kept the chain tight and to avoid would just prolong the inevitable hit or put him out of place to strike back. Also Raito has one more advantage this time; he doesn’t have to waste energy protecting his middle now.

Hidden from under dark bangs L watches the brat with renewed interest. That Raito-Kun isn’t pushing to his advantage while he’s “weak” and is instead back in a messed up form of ‘ready position’ tells the deductive genius a lot about Yagami Raito. Yes, the boy in particular rather than 1st Kira and L has to say he likes what he finds. There is now a 52% chance the adolescent won’t take a crotch shot and 81% chance of a cheap shot not coming at his hurt wrist. Before the fight can continue Mr. Wammy scoots through their bedroom door, large syringe in hand. One guess to tell what was in it; Raito-Kun shot him an accusing look.

Well that’s not fair! Now how was he ever going to beat the investigator? Okay fighting an injured Ryuuzaki isn’t exactly fair but still… One vs. two plus sedative was really unfair! Yet his upset was unfounded because soon the pale male ordered Watari to put the shot away and go get the first aid kit. Great! If the bastard is well enough to talk then he is well enough to fight. He charges again and has to duck or be beheaded by a zooming roundhouse kick.

While the teen is still crouched L unleashes another left roundhouse aimed to the side of the upper arm. A hit there won’t hurt the child badly but it will numb Raito-Kun’s dominant arm a few seconds and knock him on to the bed where L can pin him without fear of harming their baby. Yet to his horror he is just a hair slow on the launch and when the brunet jumps up his kick is in direct alignment with an unguarded abdomen!

Now standing Raito calmly sees the limb careening for the side of his tummy but does nothing to defend it. If it does him damage there it doesn’t matter; he won’t even fuss if Ryuuzaki leaves a black and blue bruise on his middle like he did last time. It is only the sudden terrified look on the normally stoic face that lets Raito know that this time it’s different. Chocolate eyes snap open wide when the detective pivots with all his might, jerks his hips to the side and pushes off with his grounded foot all in a desperate attempt not to connect! It mostly works though the adolescent still hisses as unhygienically long toenails scratch him below the bellybutton.

L crashes to the floor in an ungraceful heap. He didn’t hit his baby; thank god! For a brief moment the thinner male is the embodiment of relief; that is until he realizes something. L looks to the still standing other, whose face is as open as a book with pure shock. Absolute, utter and solitary shock.

“You want to keep it,” Raito accused when he finally got his senses in order. Ryuuzaki hadn’t hit him there, he’d even deliberately missed!

“And you don’t.” L returned automatically. Raito-Kun hadn’t blocked there.

An abrupt need to sit down is obeyed and Raito does so with as much composure as possible. He observes Watari return and start treating the sleuth but he tunes it out. He needs to think right now… The bastard wanted to keep it! More than that, his captor, his conqueror, the person who now got to play god in his life Wanted To Keep IT!! Holy Fucking Shit! Before he could feel the full panic of that fact, his mind raced off on its own again, over all possible outcomes. Among the numerous horror scenes flashing in his head there was one that stood out. Hmm. He could use this, especially if he combined it with… Mentally Raito grinned though outwardly he let his panic show.

L watched as a cornered animal look took over the pretty features. At this moment it was hard to remind himself he was dealing with a cold blooded mass murderer.

“H-Ho-How...” Raito stuttered purposefully and restarted, “How will it…” he trialed off and made a falsely nervous motion with his hands around his middle.

Of all the idiotic things to ask! L shot Raito-Kun an ‘are-you-stupid’ look. Really he thought the criminal had more sense than that. “I believe it is called a cesarean-section or C-section for short.”

Raito returned the look with equal vigor. Well duh! It wasn’t like it could come from anywhere else. “I meant, how will it be kept? How can it be kept to, er, birth? What did Dr. Ramos-San tell you?”

“It is assumed if Yagami-Kun has the means to become impregnated as you have you will also be capable of having my child.”

“Assumed?” He asked mildly, aloud while inside he cheered! Yes Ryuuzaki had slipped up and said ‘my child.’ That little nugget of information was as good as gold to him. It brought the pesky perky-ness back and Raito could hardly contain himself.

“Dr. Ramos-San would need to make a more thorough examination to say for sure.” L wondered where Raito-Kun was going with this.

“So she said it is possible to keep it to term?” He pressed bluntly; here this what mattered! This answer could mean life or death for the teen.

L felt a nagging feeling start in the pit of his stomach but replied anyway. “Yes.” Immediately afterwards he was nearly blinded by the dazzling smile the Yagami youth had. Oh fuck. The hormone-induced happiness was back!

“Well?” Raito prompted expectantly and more calmly than he felt; he could hardly confine his glee!

Wary of where this could go and the extreme about face the brat was giving him L stayed silent. Behind him he felt Mr. Wammy back away in unease. So it wasn’t just him that thought something about this didn’t feel right.

What was with the detective? Raito was the one that got hit in the head not him. So why was Ryuuzaki playing stupid now? “When is our next appointment?”

L blinked. Was Raito-Kun interested in keeping their baby? Did his earlier lack of care spring from his thought that their baby couldn’t be kept? Even if both where true now wasn’t the time to ponder this, instead he answered. “It hasn’t been determined yet.” Then to regain control over the queer situation he added; “In any case we all need to return to bed, it is six past three in the morning. We’ve the third Kira to go after in the-”

Raito cut him off. “Call her now. We are going now.” He ordered sternly and crossed his arms over his chest.

L rose at that, thankfully completely bandaged by that point. The gaki interrupt him; he positively hated that! Plus where did this adolescent come off saying things like that to him? L would not be taking commands from his pregnant culprit! “I will not call her. We are not going anywhere. It is very late; you should sleep and I have much work yet to-”

Not bothering to get up Raito just glared and cut in again; “I’ve slept enough I can assure you.” That was an understatement! Raito hadn’t felt this rested in months. “I can also assure you I will make sure you won’t get any work or sleep tonight. And you won’t until after our appointment. Call her now and we are going now.”

Great. Bitchy mode was back! Space black eyes met coffee brown in a fierce stare down. The standing ink haired man tried to glare down the seated auburn haired youth into obedience. For a few minutes they were at a stand still, then without looking L flipped out his phone and dialed. “Ramos-San? We are coming in. ETA 20 minutes.”

Raito couldn’t help the sweet but smug smile he gave the investigator as he slammed his cell shut. So much needed to happen for his tentative plan.

L glared further at the look the brat was sending him. Not about to let the kid have the last laugh, he blandly said, “I believed Yagami-Kun still too sore to keep me distracted all night. If he is so wanton he could have just asked.”

The horrified look that erupted as result was very pleasing.

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Dr. Ramos was more than a bit annoyed as she let go of her car door handle and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. When she said two in the morning she had been kidding, but as a precaution she’d been true to her word and prepared everything. Turning around and huffing she marched back to the hospital to reset up her equipment. As she left the parking lot she couldn’t help thinking; ‘Youths these days were so fickle!’

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The car ride was silent as was becoming the custom. L watched the Yagami boy from his peripheral vision but Raito-Kun was too busy in his own, likely peppy/bratty, thoughts to care. Still he wondered what thoughts were running through the younger male’s head. Was Raito-Kun actually excited about having their baby? Besides it not fitting the profile of either 1st Kira or Yagami Raito, it just didn’t ring true to him. The detective could tell in his gut it was wrong for the homicidal teen to want their baby but he just couldn’t see how. Gah! Raito-Kun was becoming a mystery again, just like the gaki had before the discovered pregnancy.

Raito could feel the dark orbs on him, practically drilling holes in the side of his face but it didn’t matter now. He was freely letting the hormone happiness out and all Ryuuzaki would get out of him is pure sunshiny cheer. Although he was a bit repulsed at himself for doing this he needed the space it granted him. If not the physical space, as being stuck in the back seat of Watari’s car didn’t leave too much room between him and the sleuth, then the emotional space. He just really needed the time and space to think.

L, in his own coming to terms with becoming a possible Father-To-Be, hadn’t thought of the child’s reaction to the news though he had assumed it would be negative. In their time together, from their very first meeting the older had learned a lot about his then suspect, now culprit. The teen minus the pregnancy was clever, intelligent, righteous, ruthless, hard working, charming, vain but above all, as L had learned as a lover to the boy, selfish. Not to say the kid was sexually selfish but definitely self-centered. Oh it was well hidden with politeness and good acting but L nearly always knew insincerity when he saw it. And there was just this feeling of lacking coming from the other that he couldn’t shake.

With his plan ironed out as much as it could be at this point Raito settled into thinking of his captor. Ryuuzaki, Ryuuga Hideki, L and possibly many other aliases belonged to this man as an international ace detective but what more did he know of him? Hmm. Personally Ryuuzaki was an ill mannered, irritating, stubborn, brilliant, slob with a sugar addiction and an unnatural number of idiosyncrasies. Physically… well there were certainly things left to be desired but the pale male wasn’t super ugly, not supremely so anyway. Glancing over to the perched one the teen was just in time to see Ryuuzaki cram a giant marshmallow into his mouth. Eating marshmallows at 3:20 in the morning? The other was definitely not someone Raito would pick to donate 50% of his gene pool. Sigh. Should he really be thinking about this? What would it matter in the end?

L caught the glance and tried to hold it to get a read on the boy but the cheer had formed a thick barrier. Though strangely the doe brown eyes still seemed to be missing something; the crouched man wrote it off for a later concern. At the moment he wondered how strong the hormones really were and how much could they influence the brat. Could it be the hormones making Raito-Kun interested in their baby? Was it a chemical induced maternal instinct that was taking over? That made more sense than the cocoa-eyed youth wanting it of his own provocation however L couldn’t stop thinking that that wasn’t the case. The investigator didn’t get more time to think on this as they pulled into the Ibaraki Hospital parking lot.

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L pushed open the door to the same room they had been in without even considering knocking first. Three things he instantly noticed were the increase in medical equipment in the room, the smell of fresh peaches and the glare on the cinnamon skinned woman’s face; the latter being of no importance to him. L shuffled in, Raito-Kun and Watari right behind him. Just as the doctor’s mouth opened to say… whatever… it snapped shut at the sight of his bandaged wrist. Concern sprung into in her dark eyes and she rushed forward. L stepped back to avoid her; he didn’t want her medical attention!

She stopped in front of them and asked, “Are you alright?”

L, annoyed, started in a monotone, “Yes I…” He trailed off as he saw her eyes were only for Raito-Kun.

Grabbing her Little-Miracle-Case’s sleeve she drug him over to her examining table and had him sit. From the way he walked and sat she knew it would be useless to get the Rape Kit. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you? He did, didn’t he? Where does it hurt? Any blow to your head or abdomen?” she fired off in a rush.

‘What the fuck?’ L couldn’t help thinking, ‘Why am I the bad guy? He’s freaking Kira! Murderer of the Millennium!’

Raito seeing the unreasonable amount of worry in the older woman’s gaze very much felt put on the spot. Then his pride prickled. Why did she think him the hurt one? So what if he was pregnant, that didn’t mean he couldn’t kick the other genius’s ass. It was the detective and not him that got the wind elbowed out of his lungs! “I’m fine.”

“Really?” Yeah too right! She would believe that when donkeys fly! “What happened to him then?” She pointedly asked her old patient.

L, not liking being ignored, interrupted, snubbed or called a villain, answered before his culprit could. “Tatsuya-Kun used my wrist for target practice as he played with the bathroom door.”

Mentally the doctor nodded as her old trick worked yet again for her. Really Kenichi-Teme had reacted just as her patient boys did. Ask their peer perpetrator what happened and as the victims they were quick to say something that usually got some version of the story out. Generally now would come the part with much disputing and scolding but she just internally rooted for Raito-Kun! Yet she set that aside, this was what she had been waiting for since they entered. “Is that true Tatsuya-Kun?” She said as flatly as she possibly could, hoping that the child would catch it.

Raito picked up on it immediately; the doctor was asking about his name. She was asking what should she call him and what should she reveal. “It’s true.” He replied neutrally. The twit was obviously on his side and she may be helpful to him later.

L had been greatly peeved when the bitch mocked him and spoke in his own monotone but then Raito-Kun’s easy answer startled him. Puzzled he chose to observe in silence.

She got the message loud and clear. It suited her just fine, if she could get one millimeter up on the Cabron she would. “So in the fight following that, where were you hurt Tatsuya-Kun?”

Realizing she understood but wasn’t going to drop this Raito conceded. “The door retaliated on me. I mostly stopped it but it got my forehead.” This way she’d still get to play doctor as she so obviously, badly wanted and only deal with his head. It was the lesser of two evils because there was no way in hell he’d tell her about the bruise on his butt! The whole previous pediatrician thing being a mute point on the matter.

Instantly she push back the thick bangs to see a coin sized purple bruise. “No more strenuous activity for you okay?” That got no response; she didn’t expect it to. Turning to the pale one she continued, “And you; no hitting him under any circumstances. In fact make sure he doesn’t get hit by anything from now on.” Not giving time for an answer she finished with the room’s last occupant, “And you Walter-San, no letting them fight! You prevent the situation, it should not escalate to ‘door violence’ again.”
With that done she inspected the wound, completely missing the incredulous look all three males shared. Busily she checked for a concussion, whiplash, shock and etc. In the end only ointment and a bandage were needed.

Raito withstood all her fussing, that’s what it was to him, silently but the smell of peaches had finally started to get to him. He wasn’t hungry now per say but he knew he would be soon. “Is that peach I smell?” He inquired casually.

All others in the room mentally thought, ‘pregnancy craving.’ The ink haired woman almost smiled at that; so the boy was like his mother. When Sachiko had been pregnant, at a mere 23 years old, there had been several things she had called comfort food. Peach was the only one she could remember that Raito-Kun had also like when he was little. “Oh I brought two whole peaches as a snack, on the off chance I got hungry.” She lied. It had been on the off chance it would cheer him up later as he would likely need it later…

Oh there where two: Raito was almost giddy to hear that! Because then he didn’t feel bad asking; “Could I have one?”

Ramos nodded. “After the full exam you can have both if you like.” Grabbing the neatly folded hospital gown and robe from a nearby counter she handled them to Raito-Kun before pointing to the connected bathroom. “Now if you could just go prepare in the bathroom please.”

Damn; the gown, a type of dress as far as he was concerned, again. Not exactly something he wanted to be associated with right now. Still he entered the nice sized restroom without word. Putting the clothes on the sink counter he changed out of his own. As he lifted the gown a piece of paper fell out of the folds, grabbing it he read the neatly written horrifying message:

‘’‘’Raito-San,
I am sorry to have to inform you that you are in need of a colonoscopy. As that part of your anatomy is the most likely avenue to which this situation came about. The route of your impregnation needs to be ruled out as non-harmful to you and the fetus. My apologies for that. I should be able to find any anomaly in your intestine with the ultrasound and colonoscopy equipment. However there is a certain matter of visibility in that area, for which case adequate cleaning equipment has been provided under the sink in the cabinet.
Again I am sorry.‘’‘’

When he finished reading the note for the second time he noticed music being played outside. ‘Probably to cover the sound in here.’ He thought. Opening the cabinet he was both surprised and unsurprised to see the well-labeled box. Oh Kami, she was sincere about asking him to clean himself there. Okay so she was serious but how serious was he? Was this humiliation really worth saving his life? Immediately Raito grabbed the box and the instructions that lay on top. Idly he was disturbed at what he would go through to save his life.

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‘Good sweetness, what the hell was wrong with this woman?’ L thought as he asked the grand nuisance of a female to turn done the volume for the third time and was refused for the third time. Gah! There was only so much Boléro by Maurice Ravel he could take! It played in a never-ending loop and at a decibel that made it hard to think. If he thought for one moment that anyone else would have heard it from the isolated room then maybe he could get away with breaking the mini-stereo. As it was he just glared at her and felt is patience wane. Under his glare she would not meet his stare and stood still like a lump on a log. L looked to Mr. Wammy just to focus on something else but then paused as he noticed the far older man was watching the doctor sharply.

Quillsh observed the Latin woman grow more nervous at each refusal to his ex-charge. Now she looked like she was sweating bullets and casting uneasy glances at the bathroom door. Young Yagami had been gone for quite a while now. Picking up on L watching him, Quillsh sent a meaningful glance to the restroom.

At the look from Mr. Wammy L instantaneously noticed his culprit’s long absence and made for the door. Something, likely dubious, was going on and he intended to find out what. Shockingly before he reached the door the smallest person in attendance skittered herself into his path and held out her arms.

“P-please stay here!” She squeaked and the look Kenichi-Teme then sent her didn’t make her feel any braver.

Oh the pediatrician was definitely in on it then; he saw how she favored Raito-Kun that couldn’t be good. “Get out of the way Dr. Ramos,” L stretched to his full height to glare down at her. “I need to check on Tatsuya-Kun; it has been to long.”

She shook her head in a negative response. Rosa Ramos looked up at the harsh black stare and knew she was doing something stupid yet again! Those were not the eyes of someone to be defied and she trembled as they brought unpleasant memories up. However she was sure Raito-Kun would be mortified if Kenichi-Teme walked in on him now so she too rose to her full 168 cm of height. “Please Kenichi-Sama! H-he’ll come out when he is done! Please just let him be.”

Not in the mood for whatever melodrama she was trying to play L cut to the point; “Just what is he doing in there?” The doctor didn’t answer but a scarlet blush stained her tan cheeks and suddenly the detective thought it best not to know. His gut screamed at him not to ask. It’s not like Raito-Kun would be so moronic to sneak out a window, right? So he could wait for the teen to return.

A short while later the music stopped when brightly blushing Raito stepped out. Closing the door solidly behind him he was bound and determined to forget the last few minutes of his life! Then he realized there might be more to forget as Dr. Ramos moved a piece of equipment forward. ‘My life is worth this. My life is worth this. My life is worth this.’ He repeated as a mantra in his head.

Dr. Ramos pulled a thin curtain in between the exam table and where Kenichi-Teme perched with a sitting Walter-San. When the pasty one protested, behind the white screen Raito-Kun got a mildly panicked look. Without thinking she shot the Teme a stern glare. “He is my patient so I decide the set up of the exam or we don’t have it. And believe me it is needed. Furthermore as you are not a doctor you have no need to see the details. The curtain stays.” She clipped out then moved back behind the sheet to continue setting up. It was not until a good while later that she wondered what the hell had gotten into her.

L blinked slowly. ‘What the heck was that about?’ he pondered. That was certainly an about face but what had sparked it? Did she truly favor the gaki so much? This would be something to think over later. For now he made out the shadowy forms imprinted on the sheet and was grateful he was not in Raito-Kun’s place.

Quillsh also saw the sharp detour in behavior but having more experience in life in general, suspected it to be a woman’s protective instinct. Though whether it was rooted in normal concern for a patient, a medical novelty or something else he could not say.

Raito was not comfortable at all! This situation was degrading beyond measure and he was having a difficult time blocking it out. To make it worse the invasive bitch started humming then. Humming! Who the fuck hums?! He tried to block it out too but for some god-awful reason it sunk in without problem! Frustrated he just gave in and listened to it instead. Strangely he was quick to realize it was familiar somehow. Words. Words long put away were coming back to him, put the voice and the pitch he recalled did not match the doctor’s. As she started again words drifted into his head ‘please lay back my de-’ Oh my god! That was his old lullaby! His and Sayu’s lullaby that their mother used to sing!

Rosa grinned at the recognition that lit up the chocolate eyes. There! Proof she was his old doctor. As she continued to hum she wished she remembered the words to the song. Ay! She should have paid better attention when Sachiko had sung it or she should have written it down. Still after so many years at least she recalled the melody. Someday when Kenichi-Teme wasn’t around she’d have to ask Raito-Kun for the words, but for now she had work to do.

Soon the procedure was over but Rosa was unsure of her findings. Removing that equipment and leaving the screen to get the ultrasound machine she winced at the look the hunched one was giving her. It was so flat it was scary! Hurriedly she moved back behind the sheet and almost missed the unhappy look Raito-Kun shot the device. Oh now there’s a look she knows. It is far from the first time she’d seen it and it would be far from the last time she saw it. She’d dubbed the discontented expression as the ‘teen pregnancy look.’ It was not until she had started up the machine, placed it on the abdomen near the pubic bone that she saw her Little-Miracle-Case also fell into another category; ‘unwilling-mother-to-be.’

‘…the night has come to claim the day, rest your head my i-’ Raito stopped mentally repeating his lullaby when he heard the machine turn off. Great! Seeing that thing inside him once was more than enough for a lifetime. Swiftly he wiped the goop off his belly, pulled down the hospital gown and sat up. When he finished his old/current doctor pushed back the curtain and handed him an open container of peaches. Somehow, after all that he was not hungry.

L looked at the gaki; bare legs dangling limply over the table, peaches still in his lap and half covered shoulders slumped. The peppiness had not survived the exam and oddly he had mixed feelings on that. Moseying over he sat next to the teen and let his legs hang too. Raito-Kun glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and L felt unsettled by how dull they looked. Both their attention was drawn away at the doctor’s suggestion that ‘Tatsuya-Kun’ eat.

Mechanically Raito picked up the whole fruit and bit, at the first taste his hunger came back to life. When was the last time he ate something? It felt like forever. He bit and chopped into the fruit hungrily, ravenously, barely having time to chew before he swallowed. In no time he was on to the second peach.

As nice as it always was to see a child eat with enthusiasm, she had to wonder how long ago had he last eaten? Turning to the only other black haired person in the room she asked; “He has eaten something else since the last time I saw him, right?”

L distracted simply shook his head, fascinated by the sight of Raito-Kun chowing down. Normally the boy ate politely, if a bit daintily and never with gusto. Seeing the reserved kid unabashedly bite and lick the snack was a sort of sensuous novelty.

The pediatrician felt her anger rise up again but she caught it this time. She would not push the boundaries again; she’d done more than enough of that! Honestly there where ways to approach topics without sticking her neck out and provoking Yakuza members. “Walter-San, I get the sense that you either don’t live with them or generally don’t interfere with them. That is going to have to change; pregnancy is too big a matter for two adolescents to deal with. You’re the adult Walter-San, take a more active role.”

That got L’s attention! He was an adult! He wasn’t some kid like the brat! He was 24 years old for fucks sake!

It also caught Raito’s interest and he straightened indignantly. He was not an adolescent! He was a young man who was very mature for his age! Annoyed, he ate the last of his second peach stiffly.

Quillsh stared owlishly as that was the only thing he could do at the moment. What exactly was the woman implying? His brain could just not compute it nor was he sure he wanted it to.

Seeing the stumped look on the older man’s puss Ramos was tempted to wave a hand back and forth in front of his face while asking ‘Hello? Earth to Walter-San? Hello?’ continuously. Instead she held up the print outs she made. “Moving on, I’d like to share with you all what I found. We should move to my office for this, it’s right across the hall.”

“It’s so close? Why?” Raito asked. It seemed strange to him; when he’d been here visiting his father after the heart attack he hadn’t observed that to be the practice of this hospital.

Rosa smirked smugly at that and explained; “Because the hospital loves me.” That was for easier than saying she was a tremendous workaholic who had been given her own small section so she wouldn’t annoy the sanity out of the rest of the staff with her busybody-ness.

Both Raito and L came a nanometer away from rolling their eyes.

The medical physician’s office had three wall-size of bookshelves full of books and files, the forth wall was covered in different charts and stats. In the middle of it all, a spare desk with four chairs around it. Setting the images down she began to go over one. “Here we see a faint connection between the average male colon and your additional anatomy, Tatsuya-Kun.” She pointed to a thin near dotted line. “With the, er, first procedure I was able to find one location with tissue scarring, then looking again there with the ultrasound I found the thin connection that has a positional correlation with the scar. The other end of the link is connected to an underdeveloped womb as far as I can tell.” Moving to another picture she began, “In this picture we have the very top of the womb connected to a little lump above it. I believe that to be an ovary, though again underdeveloped. I was only able to find one but I honestly think there isn’t another. If there is it has no current connection to the womb.” Moving several more pictures closer to the trio she said, “These are a variety of shots from different angles and with varying degrees of magnification. Take a minute to look them over.”

Raito stayed stuck on the second photo. An ovary. An actual ovary! Damn Fuck It! He was turning into a freaking girl! Here was more proof of it! Oh god, ohgod,ohgodohgod! A wave of self-disgust swallowed him and sat back in the chair disturbed.

L had looked through the shots but was frozen on a single of them. In this photo he could see the head of his child! He could just make out a small sleeping face and two tiny fists on either side of the round cheeks! His baby obviously had not been the center of focus but L was mesmerized by the image. A feeling of… something deep and magnificent swept through him. Oh god he was going to be a father!

Rosa had watched the reactions carefully. It was as she thought. It was Kenichi-Teme that wanted the fetus not Raito-Kun. Actually the Yagami youth looked subtly disgusted, not that she could blame the boy for having a distaste for the unnatural changes happening to his body. Changes that by all predated and dated history should not be happening. Still there was more to discuss. “There are only two things about this situation that I do not understand. One, all these organs appear to be newer growth,” this was an outright lie as she had no way to tell that from these scans but her Little Miracle Case really hadn’t been born with them so oh well, “and it is unclear what started this growth. Two, the scare tissue was extremely deep. It shouldn’t be possible for…” She trailed off when she saw the dual response.

L had pulled himself out of the picture, it was his to keep after all and there would be better times to look on it later. For now he gave the woman an extremely smug look.

Raito on the other hand was gently turning red with embarrassment.

‘Eew! EEW!’ The woman’s mind screamed while her face paled drastically! Ay! She wished she’d kept her mouth shut! She really didn’t need to know how long the Cabron’s schlong was! ‘EEEEW!!’ Though it did clear up some explanation as to how someone like Kenichi-Teme had landed someone like Raito-Kun. “Moving on!” She said with more calm than she felt. “Tatsuya-Kun can you please tell me the likely date of concept-?”

“Friday June 4th.” Came the immediate bland answer from L.

“-ion…” The doctor blinked. Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling about this? Checking her charts she continued. “If you’re sure on the date then we should schedule the C-section around the 11th of March next year. There are just a few more specifics I’d like to ask before we move on.” When the smug look on the pale face changed to something perverted the doctor knew she was going to regret this.

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Pointedly Raito did not look at the sleuth seated beside him. And why was this? Because his face still hurt. The auburn haired male didn’t understand how it was possible for one’s face to hurt from blushing too violently or too many times but apparently it was. Goddamn that Ryuuzaki! Why the hell had he told her all that? She didn’t need to know the dates of all 20 of the occasions (and occasions not number of times as the other had been very specific) they’d done it! Damn fuck it! He had just been caught flatfooted and had froze as it had snowballed. Oh, in his mind’s eye he could still see the woman’s suddenly ghostly pale skin as she had stuttered out she had only wanted to know if either had other partners that this was potentially happening to also. Raito leaned back into the limo seat and silently wondered how he hadn’t died of mortification right then.

And just what the hell was wrong with the idiot detective anyway? Who in their right mind could effortlessly list off all the days they’d had sex in the last five or so months? Arh! It had just been so embarrassing! It was also very horrifying for him since Yagami Raito had never been the type to kiss and tell. He just didn’t talk about those things. Sure his fellow classmates always had and he’d suffered through more than a few sordid tales but he never had talked of it! Not once in his eighteen years of life. Hell, he went out of his way to choose pairing partners that would keep their damn mouths shut!

Fuck! Who knew the jackass was the bragging type? Then again who would the solitary detective have to brag to? Pause. Actually, ‘who would he normally have to brag about’ was the better question. Raito, from what he knew of Ryuuzaki, could not picture the irritating, sugar-addicted, nuisance to have too many people in his life. Especially not ones around his age; take Watari for example. Even more than that, the investigator’s connections would likely usually be limited to computer transmittions to adults around Aizawa-San and his father’s age.

Hmm. So he was the exception to Ryuuzaki’s norm; would that explain why the pale one had gone a little sex crazed? And yes, the ink haired other had gotten over eager about having sex. Humph. Raito was pregnant and hormonal but what was the bastard’s excuse? Then again, what guy didn’t like to have sex regularly and readily available to them? Raito felt his face hurt a smidge more as it heated again, from the implication. Oh the other hand the jackass did have a tendency to massively annoying and he could have done the not so little stunt on a whim to embarrass the hell out of his doctor and himself. Yes that really was more like his captor.

He shot a glare at the world famous ace but it went unanswered. Ryuuzaki was too preoccupied by staring at the photo of the thing inside him. Oh how he wanted to just grab the picture and rip it up into tiny, itty-bitty, shreds or throw it into an active volcano, but it would be best to let the bastard bond. It would make his job easier later on…

A not-so small wave of self-disgust rose in him at the thought. Hadn’t it been him who said ‘To me, taking advantage of a person's feelings like that is the most despicable thing a person can do,’ after Misa had left the room? Humph. Raito felt repulsed at himself at how quickly that was going to fly out the window in the face of saving his own neck. It deepened to revulsion when he realized it was just one of the Kira characteristics he really did have.

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Blackmail. She was sure it had to be some kind of strong blackmail that got that evil Kenichi-Teme her Little Miracle Case. There was no other reason in the world she could think of for Raito-Kun to hang out with a perverted creep like that! Really, the awful one’s parents should have been slapped for creating a spawn like that!

Idly she noticed that she was re-braiding her French Braid for the seventh time after undoing it for the sixth! Ay! That awful man had her so disconcerted she couldn’t even get her self to bed. It was another few minutes before she finally got to bed, hair out of her signature style. As she laid waiting for sleep she made up her mind to help her Little Miracle Case in anyway she could, if just out of pure sympathy for being stuck with a pervert like Kenichi-Teme.

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It is not until they are back in their bedroom that the older male pulls himself out of the picture of his child for the second time. He can’t help but blink owlishly once he does. Had they really gotten here so quick? His ponderings are cut off by the site of Raito-Kun pausing in front of the mirror, midway dressed for bed. The shirtless boy has his boxers and pajama pants hung low on feminine, curvaceous hips; thus giving him room to place a hand on the taunt skin of his underbelly. Yet it is the tiny soft smile on the pump raspberry lips that has L’s attention. It’s gone the moment their eyes meet in the mirror. The Yagami youth’s hand is swiftly yanked away; like a child caught with one guilty hand in the cookie jar. His already stained cheeks are further colored when he slightly blushes. When his culprit resumes changing the investigator moves on to his faithful laptop. It is quiet as Raito-Kun gets ready for bed, gets into bed, lays down and stays awake. Good. Quite is what he needs to sort out his confused mind.

With his back to the wild haired man Raito smirks into his pillow. He can practically hear the sleuth’s brain buzzing in thought, all from the little show he just put on. A part of him felt hormonally giddy at that; having the deductive ace doubtful was definitely in his favor. Though Ryuuzaki really is so easy to bait in some ways. He lets the workaholic continue for fifteen undisturbed minutes, using the time to steel himself for what he is about to do. There are many wrong ways to deal with this situation and very few right ones.

L’s typing didn’t stop or slow when the teen rolled over to him to stare up at him before sitting up. He didn’t even think of halting when the adolescent gave him a ‘we-need-to-talk-look.’ Him doing so made the youth verbalize this statement; which he also ignored. He really didn’t want to talk right now. Well that was a lie; he really wanted to talk. Or better still, play a little Good-Cop Bad-Cop with Raito-Kun, without the hassle of having a Good-Cop of course. However the vision of the brat in the hospital gown, post-examination, still stuck with him and made him believe it not wise to push the kid more. He’d done enough in the physician’s office: L just couldn’t, for some annoying reason, stand it when the gaki looked so dull, like he had when the curtain had been pulled back. His perp just looked much more lively and healthy when he was flushed in some form.

Ryuuzaki is most certainly acting out of character but he had to press on. Reminiscent of their first night sleeping together he took the detective’s laptop away and shut if off. Turning back to the pale nuisance he was hugely exasperated but not surprised to see the other had turned to the sweets on their bedside table. Arh… Desperate times called for desperate measures! And at least this way he wouldn’t have to let the bastard climb on top of him or crawl inside him again! Neither of which would happen while he lived and breathed, that was for damn sure!

L has very good self-control and apparently Raito-Kun has a penchant for taking away his computer, only to do something shocking directly afterwards. And the international investigator would unquestionably call the gaki climbing into his lap to straddle him something shocking.

Although it is revolting to touch his conqueror, especially in this manner, it does give Raito a certain satisfaction to finally be the one on top! Using his legs on either side of the sleuth, he scoots back a bit to settle over the jean-covered pelvis and leans his back slightly against the tops of bent thighs.

L doesn’t stop him. He is just stiff and silent during his culprit’s wiggling yet the boy getting comfortable on him as he sits there, makes a specific part of the older male stiffen. However any excitement that could have happened is shot dead on the spot when he remembers the youth’s pregnant condition.

When the mass murder doesn’t feel anything poke at him through their clothes he knows he needs to step it up. Grabbing Ryuuzaki’s left hand, disregarding the bandaged right one, he placed the long fingered hand on this belly. Instantly he is flooded with disgust but he suppresses it wholly. “Don’t ignore me Ryuuzaki-San. We have to talk about this.”

That statement is a command from the uke and thus something L would normally discount on principle, as he doesn’t take orders from anybody least of all this child. Still it is hard to turn it down when there is a hint of worry etched in the beautiful face and his hand is over his baby. “What is it Yagami-Kun would like to say?”

The auburn haired youth notices the bastard’s word choice, ‘say’ not ‘talk,’ yet he sets it aside in favor of this opportunity. “This baby,” it pained him to call IT that, “isn’t due until March but will you really let me keep this pregnancy to term? If we find third Kira before then will you execute me on the spot? Earlier, did you not kick my middle in order not to hurt our baby or rupture something in me, your only extra help in finding Kira?”

Though he made no outward side of it, inside L was floored. Had this been why Raito-Kun had flinched from him? Did he think L so cold as to put the case over his unborn child? Never mind the fact that he had thought of it, it bothered him that the boy thought this of him. Also did the teen not believe his claims of friendship? Did the young Yagami male really think he only saw him as a murderous resource?

When the lack of response stretched Raito felt an unease rise in him. Had he miss read his captor? No, he was sure of the way Ryuuzaki had been starring at the ultrasound picture. Better to up the ante. “So you won’t let me keep the baby.” He whispered mournfully, paused, then shot a harsh glare at the bastard. “In that case I want an abortion. I do not want to spend more time pregnant if it is... pointless. I-” He was cut off as a hand started to rub his lower abdomen.

“Yagami-Kun said ‘Our baby,’ did he not?” It is a rhetorical question and L’s eyes are held steadfast to the pajama-covered stomach. It had strangely felt very good to hear the teen say that. “Yagami-Kun must be distressed to jump so rashly to a false conclusion.” The muscles under his palm relaxed a fraction. “Yagami-Kun should not think so little of me, this child will be kept to term and your stomach is safe from any kicks until then.”

Raito outwardly breathed a breath of faux relief. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. “And after?”

“After Yagami-Kun will have to fight fairly for his little stunt with the bathroom door. Once is once.”

“Ryuuzaki-San!” He squawked from tension then continued; “That is not what I was asking.”

“Yagami-Kun should not be cross with me if he fails to inquire clearly.” He rebuffed blandly.

Raito was tempted to smack the jerk up side the head but held back as that would not help him now. “What will happen after our baby is born?”

“Yagami-Kun asks as a concerned parent to be or as a caught murderer?” He asked trying to dodge this uncertain ground. Yet his honed detective skills are screaming at him to push for… something…

Not thrown off in the slightest, Raito presses; “And if I say both? What would you answer be then?”

“I’d like to hear Yagami-Kun ask first before I reply.” L dared the boy to say the words; he needed to hear them! He needed to know his guts hadn’t been wrong nor his instincts off about Raito-Kun.

Damn this man for being so freaking squirrelly! “Well because you asked,” there is just the barest tone of sting to his voice, “I want to know both.”

Damn it! It’s not enough but he can’t stall anymore without out right refusing the brat, which is very hard to do while said gaki is straddling him! “It has not been decided.”

That does off balance Raito a bit but he can work with it too. He rotates his hips and presses down on to the investigator’s crotch as he leans forward slowly. He lowers his eyelids a fraction of a millimeter and a new game between him and the super sleuths starts. The auburn haired boy needlessly wets his lips his lips before saying, “What were you thinking of doing with me?” The pale one’s gaze is on his mouth so he continues, not letting him respond. “Because I’d like to make a deal with you.”

L notes the change in demeanor and the subtle change in topic to only the brat. He knows he should stop this, he really should, but he can’t help being curious to where this will lead. Raito-Kun has never been so… suggestive, at least not toward him and it is enticing no matter the circumstance. Plus he trusts himself in handling the youth. It’s only one teen after all, though one very sexy teen with cocoa eyes that hint at many pleasurable things…. “What did Yagami-kun have in mind?”
Yagami Raito is face to face with the famed detective, yet he is nothing but calm. There is no trace of his absolute distaste for the man between his thighs. There is no inkling of self-loathing at himself for doing this low class, lewd act of seduction. There even isn’t a clue of the hit to his already shredded pride from having to actively seduce someone. Yes on the surface he is as calm as can be. This is because this needs to be done. He needs to endear himself and thing in him to Ryuuzaki. He won’t survive if he doesn’t. “I was thinking of a trade. I give you the baby, as I have no means as to keep the infant once it’s born. I help you catch the third Kira, I give you further evidence in regards to the case and maybe a few other things,” He makes sure to say the last two words huskily before going on, “and you give me a new life, some where far away from Japan.”

L proceeded to give this delusional gaki the flattest look he’s ever giving anybody in this life. “Surely Yagami-Kun jests? Or may haps he has lost his ability to think rationally with his condition and the early hour?”

A teeny-tiny twitch in Raito’s left eye is all he gives away. He did not appreciate that last insult in the least; still he went on with his plan. “And why not? You are a well-paid, international investigator; you have the resources to fund razing a child with the best that money can buy. More to it, you would be the famed, crime fight parent yet I can think of no child wanting to have a Kira for a parent.” That last part was actually hard to say. Although he had never given future parenthood any thought, it still stung to think any child of his would be shamed of him and rightly so.

The sleuth watched Raito-Kun’s too perfect act get a little thin there and was astonishment to see sincerity in the last statement. Immediately an urge to say something to the contrary to his friend awoke but he held his tongue.

Raito shook himself out of a tangent of dreary thoughts and commenced anew. “As for me; there is literally a belly full of evidence against me and once we apprehend this third Kira there in all likelihood will be more. I will never be able to go into any police force. I will never be able to rise above the mediocre. I will never be able to standout in any for fear of discovery.” It took his all for Raito not to spit the words out. His dissatisfaction at those truths was nearly all consuming.

Ah yes, those had been Raito-Kun’s dreams hadn’t they. Well apart from being God that is. L thought to ask him a few things there yet the Yagami youth marched on.

“You’ll have your case, your proof and our child to hold over me, permanently.” How he hated saying that but Ryuuzaki was nothing if not controlling and that should tempt him. Then, just so that wouldn’t be the last thing I his mouth he added. “I’ll even talk to Misa for you. She should listen to me. Once I tell he to stand down, assuming she remembers she won’t be a real threat. She had no real motive to kill past getting Kira’s approval and attentions. We both know her to be too incompetent to function on her own for long and you’d have the ability to shut her d-”

“Yagami-Kun has given all this some thought.” L interrupted. He honestly didn’t give a damn about Amane at this point; he had Raito-kun and his baby to think about. “However Yagami-Kun can understand why I reluctant to think seriously over a plan that would involve letting a serial, mass murderer on the loose. I w-” L himself was cut off then as the boy leaned the rest of the way on to him, ducking the brown head to the hollow of his neck while scooting/grinding their groins together under the guise of ‘getting comfortable.’

Making sure his lips brushed the repulsive sugar addict’s skin, he spoke; “You don’t have to make the decision right now, Ryuuzaki-San.” Actually it would help if he had some time to convince the insomniac. Again wetting his lips needlessly and again bringing them to feather over the pale neck, he went on. “Take all the time you want.”

L wanted to groan right then from a very abrupt headache… and from sudden blood loss/redistribution. Wait. No. Truly what he wanted to do was test out just how eager Raito-Kun was to convince him, memories of their last session still fresh in his mind yet his would be erection died once again when he recalled his child in the gaki. Yes the idea of poking at his baby with his –ahem– was enough to kill his desire for the suddenly very willing brat. Damn. Now the only thing left to do was get the adolescent off him. “If Yagami-Kun is finished, would he get up now? His weight is most uncomfortable.”

In a flash Raito jerked back and his eyes flew open dangerously. “Are you calling me fa-” He screeched then stopped himself. He would not utter so cliché a sentence! Indignantly yet swiftly he rose off the detective and lay down to his side of the bed, pointedly facing away from the jackass! He pulled the covers up and fumed silently. How dare that bastard imply that! He was not fat! …well at least not yet! And whose fault would it be when he was? The pale one’s that’s who! And to think of the things he’d been willing to do for this foul man! Yuck!

L didn’t hold back a grin as he stared at the boy’s back. It seemed Raito-Kun would always be a vain little brat. One indirect insult and he was pouting like a petulant child. But in an extremely weird way it was almost… cute. As he retrieved his laptop he was tempted to tease and said, “What? No goodnight kiss?” A response was entirely lacking, whether by choice or not he was not sure because the kid’s breathing was quick to even out. Going back to his program he let this mind ponder as he filled it in. One thing he did decide that night was that he should make the most of the months to come.

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What L Is Typing:
Friday June 4th conception (1st time)
Friday June 11th 1 week = 7 days
Friday June 18th 2 weeks = 14 days
Friday June 25th 3 weeks = 21 days
Friday July 2nd 4 weeks = 28 days
R in cell. No symptoms. Weight loss.
Thursday July 8th (Vom 1)
Friday July 9th 5 weeks = 35 days
Tuesday July 13th (Vom 2)
Friday July 16th 6 weeks = 42 days (Vom 3)
Sunday July 18th (Vom 4)
Wednesday July 21th (Vom 5)
Thursday July 22th (Vom 6)
Friday July 23th 7 weeks = 49 days
Saturday July 24th Raito out of cell. Under normal weight. (Vom 7)
Sunday July 25th (Vom 8)
Monday July 26th (Vom 9)
Friday July 30th 8 weeks = 56 days
Friday August 6th 9 weeks = 63 days
Friday August 8th Raito 15 days out. slow weight gain.
Friday August 13th 10 weeks = 70 days
Friday August 20th 11 weeks = 77 days
Friday August 27th 12 weeks = 84 days
End First Trimester. Shows Symptoms.
Friday September 3rd 13 weeks = 91 days
Friday September 8th (2nd Time)
Friday September 10th 14 weeks = 98 days
Saturday September 11th (3rd Time)
Monday September 14th (4th Time)
Friday September 17th 15 weeks = 105 days (5th Time)
Monday September 20th (6th Time)
Wednesday September 22th Raito feels it move?
Thursday September 23th (7th Time)
Friday September 24th 16 weeks = 112 days
Monday September 26th (8th Time)
Wednesday September 29th (9th Time)
Friday October 1st 17 weeks = 119 days
Saturday October 2nd Raito stares in mirror (10th Time)
Tuesday October 5th (11th Time)
Thursday October 7th (12th Time)
Friday October 8th 18 weeks = 126 days
Saturday October 9th (13th Time)
Monday October 11th (14th Time)
Wednesday October 13th (15th Time)
Friday October 15th 19 weeks = 133 days (16th Time)
Tuesday October 19th (18th Time)
Thursday October 21th (19th Time)
Friday October 22th 20 weeks = 140 days Find Yotsuba.
Monday October 25th Mask appears (20th Time)
Tuesday October 26th Doctors appointment
Wednesday October 27th Today.
Friday October 29th 21 weeks = 147 days
Friday November 5th 22 weeks = 154 days
Friday November 12th 23 weeks = 161 days
Friday November 19th 24 weeks = 168 days
Friday November 26th 25 weeks = 175 days
Friday December 3rd 26 weeks = 182 days
END Second Trimester
Friday December 10th 27 weeks = 189 days
Friday December 17th 28 weeks = 196 days
Friday December 24th 29 weeks = 203 days
Friday December 31st 30 weeks = 210 days
Friday January 1st 31 weeks = 217 days
Friday January 7th 32 weeks = 224 days
Friday January 14th 33 weeks = 231 days
Friday January 21th 34 weeks = 238 days
Friday January 28th 8 months = 240 days
Friday February 4th 35 weeks = 245 days
Friday February 11th 36 weeks = 252 days
Friday February 18th 37 weeks = 259 days
Friday February 25th 38 weeks = 266 days
Friday March 4th 39 weeks = 273 days
Friday March 11th 40 weeks = 280 days
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Okay there it is! I’m not the happiest with it and I might fix it later but there it is. Oi boy poi! I forgot how hard it is to write a long story! The following chapters might be a bit Out Of Character.