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Hourglass

May 1, 2009


Waiting for her to give birth was like watching sand in an hourglass slowly, slowly, slowly sink as the seconds passed. In this case, however, they were days, weeks, and months.

It would've been a luxury for him if her pregnancy went quick and easily. Well, and for her, too, but he was only reflecting on himself.

When she first told him that she was pregnant, he was sure he could've caught flies or even small animals in his mouth at how long it had been open.

They were newly wed, fresh to life, and... she was pregnant. Sure, he would chalk it up to the near week they spent in bed together during their honeymoon. Food, beautiful weather, and sex. How could a child not come of that? He should've known better.

Now, however, he was nervous as hell, and he had a sinking suspicion that she was scared out of her mind. What woman wouldn't be if she had to... yeah.

As time passed, he got more and more used to the idea, as did she. A little brat running around with his height (hopefully, he couldn't stand it if his child grew to be taller than him so quickly, especially if it was a girl) and her mouth, their hair... her eyes, his smile... yeah, he got used to the idea after many a late night talk in bed with her. Their kid would be "friggin' cute" he would say.

"What do you think she'll look like?"

"He'll," he corrected.

"Either way, I'll be happy," she said, snuggling into his side as best as she could, with their child in between them. Though, adding that her gut (also known as the baby) feeling was a girl.

He made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat as his grasp tightened around her.

After a few minutes of silence, he muttered, "The baby will probably come out taller than me," into her hair.

She giggled softly, knowing that it was a ridiculous assumption, but teased him anyway (how would she be Risa, anyway, without teasing him a little?). "She could probably carry you around, huh, tiny? Push you around in a stroller?" Her giggle turned into a snicker as he pouted.

"Shut up," he grumbled, though not mad since he brought that upon himself. "You're lucky you're pregnant or I'd show you a thing or two."

"Oh, don't worry," Risa cooed in a totally unwomanly-like way, which sounded more like a cat crying than soothing. His nerves were calmed a bit, despite that; she provoked the oddest reactions in him. "The way you are with children... I have absolutely no doubt that you're going to be the best father. I have faith in you, Otani-sensei."

"Thanks, amazon," he said, kissing her forehead.

"No problem, midget."

When the baby, a girl (she was right, of course), was born... any and all fears vanished when he saw the patch of orange fuzz on her head, he knew everything would be alright. Plus, this kid had a set of pipes on her; she was going to be loud, scream her head off, and most likely fall in love with a little boy and terrorize him to the breaking point, but... he was happy (despite the beginning inklings of possessiveness over his only child at the thought of her already leaving him for another male figure). He was being ridiculous, and all of those thoughts vanished from his mind when he saw the sleepy grin of his wife as she cuddled the new addition to their family.

He would adapt, and...

... one year later, repeat the whole process.