Summary: Michiru has confided to Haruka her wishes to start a family of their own. She doesn't want to adopt nor seek an IVF from an anonymous donor. She wishes to carry Haruka's flesh and blood, but that's impossible, isn't it? Just as Michiru is about to give up hope, she discovers there might be one possible way.
A/N: I'd like to give many thanks to my BETA reader, IdleFlame, as always! She is the best BETA reader anyone could have!!!
One sunny afternoon, Michiru lie alone on the sand by the beachside house she shared with Haruka, Hotaru and Setsuna. The large house consisted of four spacious bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. She couldn't have been happier living with the people she cherished most and having fulfilled her lifelong dream of becoming a famous violinist. However, there was still something missing.
She sighed as she watched all the happy couples and families along the beachside. She looked up as a couple in particular slowly moved closer in her direction. It was a young couple, around the same age as Haruka and herself. She sat up slightly so the sun wasn't in her eyes. The woman who had straight black hair and brown eyes was very pregnant. She couldn't help but frown some as the woman's husband stopped to stroke his wife's belly. "He's kicking!" he exclaimed.
His wife giggled and placed her hands protectively around her swollen middle. "We can't wait for you to come into the world, Hiro-chan." The woman exclaimed. As the couple continued walking, they took notice of her curious gaze and smiled. "Ohayo gozaimasu."
Michiru quickly managed a smile. "Ohayo." She said without removing her glasses. She really didn't feel inclined for anyone to recognize the famous violinist she was. The woman moved closer to Michiru. "It's sure a nice day to soak up the sun, what's your name?" the woman asked.
"Michiru." She said simply, not caring to give away her last name. "Harumi." The woman replied politely. "Kenji." The husband said with a slight bow. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Yes, a pleasure. What brings you here today?" Michiru responded with a smile. Harumi smiled. "I get so tired of being home all day and I know my feet will be talking to me at the end of today, but I had to get out. I'm due in one month, but that's an eternity to be on bed rest." She laughed.
Michiru couldn't help but notice as Harumi absently moved her hand in circles around her swollen tummy. "Well, I hope you both have a great time!" Michiru responded, trying not to sound rude, but she wasn't up for these kinds of conversation.
"Well, hope to see you around." Kenji responded. "Do you live close by?" Michiru managed one last smile. "I live in a beach house up the way." "Great, well, see you again soon." Harumi replied.
"Hai, Ja ne!" Michiru replied. Michiru sighed as she watched the couple pass. Her gaze fell to her flat stomach. She absently felt her hand move to the flat surface and couldn't help but imagine herself swollen with Haruka's child. She closed her eyes and felt the palm of her hand moving over the imaginary bump.
It was almost as if she were in some sort of trance. She could feel the warmth of Haruka's arms encircling her body, slender fingers over her own, massaging their small bundle she carried within her womb. "Our little Kiseki will be here someday." The sound of Haruka's voice suddenly pulled Michiru from her reverie. She almost jumped. Looking around, Michiru discovered maybe it wasn't a trance. Haruka's fingers were laced with her own over her stomach. She looked up to gaze into those teal depths. As if reading her mind, Haruka whispered softly. "I promise, I will give you our baby."
Michiru bit her lip, her gaze never once shifting away from her lover's. Her vision suddenly became clouded as tears threatened to escape. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fight it. She closed her eyes as sobs began to shake her entire body. "No matter how hard I try to convince myself, I just fear that day will never come." Michiru confided.
Haruka embraced her lover, thankful that they now had the beach to themselves. Haruka frowned. As much as she tried to console her wife, she couldn't help but feel the same uncertainty. She knew there was really only possible way, but she feared for Michiru's life in return. Haruka shuddered as a few lone tears escaped her own eyes. "I think there might be a way."
To be continued…..
A/N: Shimatta is a Japanese word for "Crap or Shit!" It's literally the same meaning as an American word when someone is caught by surprise or does something accidentally.