Chibi B: It's a new chapter:gasp:

Taski: Yup. Miracle...just like how she redid this fic...

Chibi B: Yep! By the way, if you just skipped ahead to this chapter, I just wanna let you know that you're missing out on a lot of new things! And other things that didn't happen (Cause I took them out) I'm sure there's quite a few mistakes, I didn't have time to catch them all...So, yeah, I really hope you liked this version better! Even though Ryou's still pregnant...

Taski:evil laughter:

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh...

2 months later…

"No! I'm not going anywhere!"

"Ryou, come on, you haven't been out of the house for two weeks!"

"I said no, Bakura! And I mean it!"



"Ryou, we're just going for a walk, why don't you want to come with us?" Malik asked, sitting next to Ryou on the couch. Marik, Bakura, and himself had been trying to get Ryou up for the past fifteen minutes, and were getting nowhere, fast.

"Because I don't want to!" Ryou huffed, crossing his arms and sinking further into the couch, and his oversized sweatshirt.

"Ryou, the doctor said you had to get up and move around a bit! Come on, it's just going to be around the property!" Marik butt in, placing his hand on Ryou's thigh.

"I don't want to be seen…" Ryou mumbled, now burying his face into a pillow.

"Nobody will see us, Ryou! And Yami's well on the other side of town, you know that!"

"No, it's not Yami I'm worried about…" The teen mumbled, refusing to look up at anyone.

"Then what is it, baby?"

Ryou was silent for a while, his shoulders shaking and body quivering. The three worried husbands shot nervous glances at each other before Ryou's loud wail brought them back to the matter at hand.

"I'M UGLY!" Ryou cried, lifting his head from the pillow before burying it right back in, crying miserably. Bakura, Malik, and Marik blinked in shock at the outburst, their eyes wide.

"Ryou! You're not ugly!" Malik laughed slightly, pulling the smaller male into his arms. "You're beautiful! Why would you say something like that?"

"Because I'm fat!" The white haired light began to sob harder. Marik and Bakura both sweat dropped, kneeling down next to the hikari.

"Ryou, you're not ugly, you're our beautiful, healthy, pregnant husband." Marik said softly, kissing Ryou's forehead. "You haven't changed at all, Ry."

"But, but…" Ryou sniffled, his protest dying on his lips when his yami leaned over and kissed him.

"Come on now, hikari, let's go for a quick walk." Bakura grinned, making Ryou smile and hug the other happily. "You feel better now?"

"Yeah…I'm sorry I was making such a big deal…"

"It's okay, love." Malik giggled, taking the teen's hand. "Let's be quick, okay? We won't go very far."

"Alright…" Ryou sniffled once more before standing, holding on to Malik's hand firmly. "Just around the property?"

"Yep." Bakura grinned, inwardly rejoicing that his light was up and moving. "Come on."

A few hours later….
"I'm exhausted…" Ryou yawned, leaning against his yami as they trudged into the house, Marik and Malik not far behind.

"Why don't you get some sleep, Ryou? I'll call you when dinner's ready." Malik suggested, knowing how fatigued the light could get sometimes. The teen yawned again and nodded his head before stumbling up the massive staircase and into his room.

The three teens listened closely as the door shut softly, before letting out exasperated sighs.

"Oh my Ra! I don't know how much more I can deal with this!" Marik complained, falling face first on their leather couch. "He's so, so, moody!"

"Give him a break, Marik." Malik rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "He's the one carrying four kids, he has a right to be moody."

"I know, I know…" Marik grumbled, face still buried in the sofa. "Better go make him some dinner before he wakes up…" Malik huffed, somewhat frustrated with his yami's attitude, before marching down one of their many halls and into the kitchen.

Bakura stood there silently before plopping down next to the dark, leaning back and staring out their skylights. Marik shifted and moved his head onto Bakura's lap instead, nuzzling the white haired thief's thigh.

"I know you're tired out from all this, Marik," Bakura muttered, running his hands through the Egyptian's hair. "But I think we should really help out more."

"Whaddya mean?" Marik slurred, opening an eye to gaze at his lover. Bakura sighed.

"I mean help out around the house and stuff…Malik basically does everything now that Ryou's starting to show obvious signs. He cleans, he cooks, he takes care of all of us…" Bakura trailed off as Marik sighed.

"I know, I know. But, what else can we do? We can't clean very well since we forget where everything goes, and we all know we can't cook!"

"Well, we can learn how to, right?"

"I guess so." Marik groaned. "It frustrates me to see Ryou cry all the time and know there's nothing I can do for him."

"I know how you feel." Bakura mumbled, "But it's not his fault. We just have to put up with this and the morning sickness for a few more months."

"Mm, I want to go take a nap with Ryou." Marik whined slightly, resuming his nuzzling against his fellow yami's leg. Bakura snickered.

"I doubt you wanna risk waking him up, you know how cranky he can get."

"Eh, you're right." Marik shuddered, "And his cravings! What was it he wanted last week?" Bakura outright laughed at that, covering his mouth to muffle the sound.

"I think it was a tossed salad drenched in whip cream and cashews."

"Oh Ra, yes! That was disgusting!" Marik stuck his tongue out in remembrance. "I almost blew chunks watching him eat it!"

"But aren't you and Malik the ever so tedious vegetarians?" Bakura teased, poking his lover's cheek. "There was no meat in that dish at all!"

"Hey, just because we don't eat meat, doesn't mean we eat disgusting things like that!" Marik said indignantly, which made Bakura laugh even harder.

"Hey! Keep it down in here! Ryou's sleeping, remember?" Malik scolded, entering the room donned in an apron and shaking a wooden spoon at the two. Bakura grinned and licked his lips at the sight.

"Sure, baby, whatever you want."

"Ha ha. Very amusing." Malik said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Marik, who couldn't see over the couch in his position lifted his head up to see what was making Bakura smirk.

"Mm, remind me to put you in nothing but that apron one of these days…" Marik purred, mimicking Bakura's earlier action and licking his lips.

"And I supposed you'll want me to spank you with my spoon as well, yes? For being such naughty boys?" Malik smirked, raising his eyebrow.

"Sounds good to me, Marik? What about you?"

"Excellent! Let's go right now!" Marik pumped his fist up excitedly and hopped up from Bakura's lap, marching in his light's direction.

"No you don't, Marik! I still need to cook!"

"Aw, common! You could use a break!"

"Unfortunately, I don't have time for a break!" Malik snapped, smacking away Marik's hand when it ventured too close. "I have to cook dinner, do the laundry, clean up the living room, upstairs and basement - which you two both trashed quite thoroughly might I add - after that I have to do the dishes, get another load of laundry done, do some research on the internet to help Ryou deal with his pregnancy, take care of you guys and get my usual three hours of sleep before I have to do it all over again tomorrow!" Malik finished in a huff, glaring at them angrily before marching back into the kitchen.

Bakura and Marik both gaped at the teen openmouthed. They didn't know Malik was that stressed out!

"See Marik? Malik's about to go haywire soon if we don't help out a bit."

"I can kind of tell…" Marik said dryly. "Alright. Let's go clean up the basement for him, you can do a load of laundry first though."

"Oh hell no!" Bakura put his hands up, shaking his head. "Ryou banned me from that thing a loooong time ago!"

"Well, I don't know how to use it!"

"There's a first for everything!"

"Fine." Marik sulked, and crossed his arms. "I'll go start now, you go begin on the basement." Bakura smirked, and stood up from the couch, stretching.

"Oooh, dominant now, are we, Marik?"

"I promise we'll play Master/Slave later." Marik winked. "But for now, let's give Malik some time to rest."

And so the two darks parted, both intent on 'helping' more around the house.

Chibi B: Hope you liked!