Author's Notes:

I can't believe this! I know I have fics that I have yet to finish and here I go starting another one! The life of a YAOI girl is never done! Anyway, since I just watched Look Who's Talking and Three Men and A Baby, I decided to do a baby fic starring my fave boys Daisuke and Takeru. Now it may start off a bit strange and the circumstances a bit weird, but don't let that stop you from reading it! Before I forget, this is going to be completely AU which means that the Digimon and Digiworld stuff never happened. However, I will be adding some original characters in, so I hope that can make up for it!


Digimon is not mine. Although if anyone from Toei, Bandai,FoxKids, or Disney is reading this, I wouldn't mind taking the rights off your hands.


Small Wonder
by Dream-chan
Rating:R (language and inneuendo)
Editor:who ever wants to apply for the job

Fatherhood and Stinky Diapers

"Well it's about time you got back! I was wondering what happened after the way you called me on my cell demanding that I be here. There had better be a good reason why you dragged me out of bed at 3am or I am going to be highly pissed at you. What in the world are you holding?" the agitated man said, before he noticed the the bundle within the other man's arms was moving and emitting a distinctive odor. Takaishi Takeru had a sinking suspicion that his night has just been shot to hell.

"Believe me this is a good reason. Hmm....looks like someone needs a change, wouldn't you say?" the redhead asked, choosing to ignore the anger rippling off the other person in the room. Right now, he had more important things to take care of.

Meanwhile the blonde man standing in front of him was fuming and a bit nervous. Why in the hell was Motomiya Daisuke, International Celebrity Chef, holding a baby? Better yet where were the parents and more to the point, how could something that small stink that bad? Deciding that the situation was getting to be to much, he felt that it was time to release some tension.

"Of all the fucking, idiotic-" he began furiously, whipping himself into a rant, until a subtle slap upside the head silenced him.

"Ah-ah. Language. Child is present." Daisuke reprimanded, shaking a finger at him.

"I don't give a SHIT about language right now! How are we going to explain this?!?" the other man yelled, getting annoyed with the blank expression that was on the his friend's face. Employer or not, Daisuke had to know the brutal truth, which he would deliver gladly.

"I dunno. That's your job Mr. Agent." the darker man replied, making soothing noises to the infant that was in his arms, who had started fussing.

"You know, I am really getting tired of this blase attitude of yours..." his friend seethed, his temper rising to breaking point. Funny that the redhead was the only one to make this happen.

With a flick of his wrist, Daisuke lazily replied, "Does it look like I care? Just make sure that it's good."

"That's easy for you to say. You are the one that fucked up here!" came the shouted reply, Takeru's patience running thin.

"You will also remember that I am also the one that is paying you for a job I expect you to damn well do! Now go handle it!" the other man snapped back, wincing when the squirming bundle in his arms began to wail.

Groaning, Takeru ran an irritated hand through his hair, trying to shut out the babies cries. Shaking his head wearily, he muttered under his breath, "Sometimes, I wonder why I even took this job..."

"Because you like me."

"A long time ago maybe..." the other man trailed off, his mind flashing back to memories of that time when he was a confused hormonal teenager exploring the wonderful world of sexuality, but that was the past now...a past that he wanted to be left alone.

"And you still do." the redhead said confidently, winking at the quiet blonde.

Groaning at the playfulness that Daisuke seemed to be stuck in, Takeru warned, "Dais, please don't start that shit now. I think you are deep enough."

"So, a little more shouldn't matter, right? Besides, how can you say no to this handsome little face?" the famous chef, smiling as the baby made spit bubbles at him.

"Daisuke-" came the plantive tone, making the new father roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Do you ever close that mouth of yours?"

"You've never complained before."

Turning to the man sitting beside him, he smirked "I bet that I could find something to 'gag' you with."

Screwing his face at the implied 'gag' threat, Takeru growled. "Perv."

"All the time," was the happy reply, Takeru's insult not fazing Daisuke in the slightest. Hell, he'd been called much worse.

"I'm going to ignore that comment. Anyway, I just want to know how this all happened."

"You mean to tell me you don't know?" Daisuke exclaimed in a joking manner. Giving the other man an understanding pat on the head, he continued "Well, you see Takeru, when a man and a woman are close, they sometimes will become physically intimate-"

"You are such a fucking asshole!"

Clucking his tongue, Daisuke sighed. "Please watch your language. I don't want to use my expensive soap for that dirty mouth of yours. Now if you excuse me, I have to take care of something before I lose my sense of smell, and we can't have that can we Andy?" and with that Daisuke walked down the hallway, baby and baby bag in tow.

Wanting to get a closer look at the child, Takeru followed and stood in the doorway, not wanting to get to close to the offending odor.

/How can something so small stink that much?/ Takeru wondered, as he watched Daisuke grab the changing pad and spread it on the silk comforter. Getting a quick peek at the infant's face, Takeru remarked "He is one little handsome bugger."

"That is to be expected since he takes after his Daddy." Daisuke laughed, leaving Takeru to think about what he had just told him. In less than five seconds, he got the reaction that he had been waiting for all night.

"What the FUCK do you mean 'he's just like DADDY'??!?!?"

"Take, you are a lot of things, but being dense isn't one of them. Come here and take a closer look at him."

With apprehension flowing through his veins, Takeru stepped up next to the bed and took a closer look at the baby. Lightly tanned skin, shiny cinnamon curls covering the head, chocolate brown eyes glinting softly, and a toothless smile that was the minature of the one he had seen so many times before.

"You are..." were the only words that could make it past his mouth, his brain still in shock over the puzzle it had just figured out.

Smiling proudly, the new father made the introductions. "Yep, this is my son Andoru. Andoru, this is Takeru no Baka."

"Don't call me that." the man absently scolded, reaching out to touch the little infant's hand, when he suddenly felt a strong pressure on his finger.

Laughing, he looked at his friend, who in one night had changed dramatically. Whether for better or worse had yet to be seen. "He got a strong grip too."

"I told you he takes after me."

Looking once at the smiling child in front of him, he asked the question that had been burning in his mind ever since the bundle made itself known.

"Where is the mother?"

"Dead." came the monotone response, letting Takeru know that no more was going to be said on that least right now.

Taking his cue, Takeru decided to ask another serious question. "I can wait for the details, but how do you know that the kid is even yours?"

Picking up the baby from the large king-size bed, Daisuke made his way to the large picture window of his interior-decorated Tokyo condo. When he heard footsteps following him, he began his explaination.

"I have lab results in my jacket pocket of the paternity test I took a few weeks ago and with an accuracy of 99.998%, this baby here is mine. You can take a look if you want." Daisuke offered, smiling at the giggles coming from his son.

Coming to stand next to Daisuke, Takeru put a hand on his shoulders, letting him now that he was behind him, not as a employee but as a friend. "I believe you. I don't think that you would even joke about something like this, So what are you going to do now?"

"What else? Take care of my responsibility." he answered, looking down at the now sleeping child. Noticing his friend's reflection, he asked tersely, "And what the hell is so funny?"

"It's just that hearing your name and the word 'responsibility' is very strange. Your 'playboy' image is gonna suffer when this comes out." Takeru laughed, visions of Daisuke covered in baby food entering his mind.

Glaring at the blonde, he replied in his traditional smartass fashion. "Blow me. Anyway, I promised his mom that I would do it, and Takeru after being with him for the last hour, there is nothing that I wouldn't do for him."

"But Daisuke-" Takeru pleaded, wanting Daisuke to see reason, before he was expertly cut off.

"No. I have never broke a promise and I refuse to start now. All I need to know is one thing?"

WIth a resigned sigh, he asked wearily "What is it?"

"How good are you at making formula?"


By the way, if you look below, you will know why I named the baby the way I did.


Your first name of Andoru creates individuality, independence, self-confidence, initiative, and an inclination to physical activity. You are not inclined to merge your opinions and viewpoints with others, to accept compromise, or to work in a subservient position against your will. Your expression is invariably quite direct and candid, and lacks the moderating tone of tact, diplomacy, and friendliness. Others find it difficult to accept your domineering and, at times, argumentative manner. Your circle of friends is restricted to those of like nature. Once friendship is established, you are very loyal and steadfast and do not tolerate gossip or criticism. In your close associations and family life, there is little demonstration of sentiment, appreciation, sympathy, or encouragement. It is difficult for you to find the right words for such circumstances. Weaknesses in the health caused by this name centre in the head.

(taken off the About Japan

When I saw this, it instantly reminded me of my fave goggleboy. Don't you agree?

Now for other things....

I know that there is less than a month left, but I just want to make it known that my Daikeru/Tasuke contest in still open!!!!


1. Dais and Takeru have to end up at the end (hey, I like Happily Ever After)

2. One or the other has to be involved with something that is part of the 'adult' entertainment industry ^_~

3. No crossovers

4. Bashing of characters can be done, but only in moderation.

5. This will be judged on quality, not quantity, so it is up to YOU to decide how long or short it will be.

Deadline for entries: September 2nd (extended)

Now for the prizes:

First Prize: DVD/VHS of any anime of your choice

Second Prize: Manga of any anime of your choice.

Third Prize: Fic of any pairing of your choice

I have all the judges that I need, but what I would like to have are CONTESTANTS!!!! I mean, how can we judge anything when there is nothing to judge? If you have any questions/concerns regarding the contest and/or it's rules, please feel free to email me using the email listed above.

But really, so you think that this story should be developed or left to drift in the fanfiction abyss? The best way to let me know is either email me or click that lovely little button at the bottom of the screen!

Until next time......