Okay, finally the sequel to Choices! Sorry it took me so long!

Only warning is language for now. In later chapters there will be lemons, just like Choices!



My lovely blonde, just playing with his hair while reading some trashy magazine. It suits him really, but when he starts rambling about which celebrity is now divorcing some other celebrity, I tune out. I just watch him as he talks and talks and eventually I get a dumb look, meaning I have to answer a question I would never know the answer of. Then we just stare and stare at each other until we both start laughing and the whole conversation will be forgotten. I love Dei just as much as I did five years ago. I can't even believe we've been together for that long. Parts of me want to take it to the next level, but Deidara is still fine with how everything is now. Years ago he promised me we would get a baby together someday, but he has avoided the subject as much as he could. I understand that, we are still very young, but it's just something that's been nagging me.

Secretly I've been checking in with an adoption agency and had a talk with one of the employees. I got a lot of information and it made me even more excited. It was just crazy how much time it could cost to actually be able to adopt a baby. So waiting a lot longer might not be so smart. If we decide to adopt a baby in another five years and then it takes almost three years to actually get the baby, then I have to wait for eight more years. I can't wait eight years.

You're probably thinking about why I'm not marrying Deidara first, but it's just something I don't want to do. I've seen how much my mother struggled in her marriage and I want to avoid that. If Deidara wants out, then I want it to be done quickly. Not that it could actually happen quickly, because we've signed a cohabitation agreement. We depend on each other really. We both own a part of the art gallery. Maybe it's really the difficulty of getting married. Two guys getting married isn't something many people want to see. It's a shame really. What's so different between our love and that of a woman and a man together? We want the same things as them and we might even think longer on getting married.

'What are you thinking about?' The sweet voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I see two curious blue eyes staring at me. There is also some worry, but he tries to hide it. I've been tuning out a lot more lately and he says that I always look so sad. I never notice it really, but it started to bother him and then he started to bother me by pointing it out all the time. Eventually we came to a silent agreement to just not talk about it directly.

I smile at him, acting like my mind wasn't filled with thoughts. 'About you and me and how much I love you.'

He smiles back, but the lingering worry stays. I think it actually hasn't left his eyes since this morning. Did something happen last night? 'I love you too,' he said, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

I would never deny a kiss from him. It didn't matter when he kissed me or how pissed off I really was. I just have to respond to his soft lips on my own. His little pink tongue gliding over my lower lip, asking if I could maybe open my mouth. He can still act so shy sometimes and I love it when he does. So then I open my mouth for him and the little pink tongue immediately slips inside. I let him explore my mouth first before I let my own tongue join in. We massage each other's tongue and I feel him pushing me down on the couch. He lays on top of me and my hands wrap around his nice little ass. We just lay there for a while, never breaking the kiss, but also never taking it a step further. He emptied my mind and I feel a lot better afterwards. He knows me so well.

Now the takeout has finally arrived and we can finally eat something. Yeah, we are still not great cooks and I've really tried making something properly. I mean if we are going to adopt a baby, we really need to eat something healthy. I just always burn something or get it out the pan still rare. I just don't know when it's cooked right. And Deidara was just as good as I was. So we might need to take some lessons or something. But for now takeout was good enough.

Deidara was now slowly chewing on his pizza, the worried look still present on his face. I tried to ignore it at first, but at some point he couldn't stop looking at me. I raised an eyebrow, willing him to speak and eventually he did.

'You were mumbling something in your sleep last night and, uhh, I got a bit worried after that,' he said softly, avoiding my eyes completely now.

'What did I say?' I was worried now as well. What the hell could I have been talking about? He didn't say something stupid, right?

He was rubbing his own arm in discomfort now. This can't be good. 'Well, uhm, you were mumbling something about a girl named Nicola and that she was so beautiful. You're not cheating on my, right?'

I had to think on that one. It wasn't like I could actually remember what I dream about at night, but I've never met a girl named Nicola before. Why would I even mumble that name in my sleep then and how could I think she's beautiful? The only thing I know is that I'm not cheating on him and certainly not with a girl named Nicola. 'How could I ever cheat on the most beautiful boy in the world? If we ever break up, my life would be as empty as it could be. You are the most important thing in my life and I actually have no idea who Nicola is.' I smiled at the last part and Deidara couldn't help but smile along.

'Okay, good. I didn't think you would, but I still got a little worried. I do wonder where you get the name Nicola from then. It was actually my mother's name and the name is very important to me.' He smiled softly now, remembering some stuff probably. Couldn't be about his actual mother though. She passed away when she gave birth to him.

'It is a beautiful name,' I said in response.

He looked up at me again, his blue eyes shining with joy. 'I always wanted to name my child Nicola when I would ever get one.'

My smile falters and I see him do the same in response. He's got a look on his face saying what's wrong now? I haven't voiced my need for a child yet, but him saying stuff like that really fucks me up. 'I'll clean this up.' I start gathering the leftovers and the dirty dishes from the table. Just changing the subject like this should be good enough. He doesn't want to talk about this, so he wouldn't comment on it, I'm sure.

I walk back into the kitchen and hear his chair scraping on the floor. Then he opens the door and stands right behind me. 'So what has really been bothering you these few weeks?' he says softly.

I ball my hands into fists, my knuckles turning white. I even feel tears well up in my eyes. Couldn't he just leave it, we always did. He knows I don't want to talk about it. Why is he forcing me to then? 'Nothing,' I whisper back, trying me best to keep my voice steady.

His hand grabs my arm and he spins me around. He looked so angry, his blue eyes turned so dark. 'If you don't fucking start talking right now, I swear to god I will punch you in the face.'

Well, pretty difficult to deny him now. He never got this mad at me. I guess the problem was not only bothering me, but also bothering him even though he doesn't even know what's wrong. 'It's just that we've been so happy this couple of years and I feel like we need to take our relationship to the next level.'

He raises an eyebrow and looks rather confused. 'The next level? Like getting married? There are better ways to ask that you know and I thought you didn't want to get married?'

A giggle erupts out of my mouth and a smile forms on his face as well. 'No, I don't want to get married, although if I ever would, then it would be with you. I was more thinking along the lines of having a baby or more like adopting one.'

His eyes turn wide and he is silent for a while. I just wait him out since I had no idea how to make this conversation easier. Eventually he opened his mouth and the strangest words come out. 'Okay, so we're having a baby.'

Characters © Masashi Kishimoto

So how was this for now? I wonder if my writing improved in comparison to Choices... Tell me what you think so far!