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GWH:K

Epilogue

 

 

“Push! Push damn you!” yelled Tsuruko. Motoko gasped, then shouted in pain.

 

“Yes! It's a girl!” announced her sister. She cut the umbilical cord with a tanto, wiping down the baby before placing her on her mother's breast.

 

“Once more! Push!” yelled Tsuruko. Motoko pushed again and out came the twin.

 

“A boy? It's a boy! The curse is broken! You've done it, dear sister!” cried Tsuruko in joy. The second infant was washed and placed on her breast. Both suckled and Motoko felt quite overwhelmed.

 

“Oh Keitaro, what have you done to me?” she muttered. “I wish you could see this. They're so beautiful.” She winced briefly, pushing out their amniotic sacks. Tsuruko saved bits of them, as was tradition. Two centuries of only girls to the Aoyama clan and she'd finally given birth to a son. This would be news indeed.

 

Her maternal instinct warred with her judgement at allowing her sister to raise her children as their own. It was a sensible option, but looking at them suckling their first meal from her she wondered if she was being a fool to even consider it. Motherhood seemed so attractive right now.

 

 

 

 

“I'm still surprised, Kaolla,” said Kitsune, holding the little boy in her arms. He squirmed, wanting to crawl around, eyes moving from face to face around him.

 

“Keiwana is certainly growing fast, isn't he?” said Keitaro, allowing his son to hold his finger. He had quite a grip. Su beamed. They saw the boy frequently, but Keitaro and Kitsune, now married, were yet to have children of their own so spending time with Su and her son was enjoyable. At eight months, he was an interesting tyke, prone to gooing and gagaing sounds.

 

“Keitaro, look, I think he's trying to stand up!” said Kitsune, holding him in place. The toddler release his right hand and swung it back and forth.

 

“Keitaro, you Pervert!” said a tiny voice in perfect imitation. All jaws dropped. The little boy giggled again before falling to his bottom.

 

“Uhmm, Su, what was that?” asked Kitsune.

 

“What was what, dear?” asked Kaolla, grinning widely.

 

 

 

“Sister, have you considered my request?” asked Amalla respectfully. Kaolla bounced her son on her knee.

 

“Shh-shh, Keiwana. Be good!” said the young mother. She met her sisters hopeful gaze.

 

“For the good of the kingdom, and for your own happiness, I'm willing to allow you use of him. However, Keitaro may object if approached directly. I suggest an… indirect approach.”

 

“I see. Well, we can make arrangements. My best day would be next Monday,” she explained.

 

“Oh, with Keitaro, it won't matter,” assured Kaolla Su, grinning like a fool. “Every day with him is a fertile day.”

 

 

 

 

“Well, he certainly is a CUTE boy isn't he, dear?” said Natsuki. “Are you sure you want to leave him here with me while you finish school?”

 

“I hate to leave him like this, but I need to finish at Todai. Keitaro would never forgive me if I don't,” admitted Mutsumi. The toddler fell again. One of Mutsumi's sisters picked him back up again. She smiled at the attention given to her son. She was sorry she never told him, but glad that it wouldn't burden him. Keitaro was so honorable and kind, it would have torn him to know that the Otohime family's fertility was so very high. There was a good reason she had so many brothers and sisters.

 

“When he's older, I think we should take him to Hinata Sou to meet his brothers and sisters,” she decided.

 

“He's very healthy. I like that about him, dear.”

 

“Yes, he's like his father,” admitted Mutsumi, smiling in happiness. She missed Keitaro so very much.

 

 

 

 

“I'm what?” said Naru.

 

“Pregnant,” repeated the gynecologist.

 

“But I've never… I didn't... how?” sputtered Naru.

 

“Young lady. Surely you're not claiming to be the Virgin Mary?” she asked, pointing at Naru's Christian cross around her neck.

 

“Well, no, but, how could I when I didn't… he didn't?” she said, deeply confused.

 

“Young lady, I can see you're not aware, but the act of penetration releases thousands of sperm. Even one of them is enough to cause conception. It's not a high probability, but it happens.”

 

“Oh crap,” said Naru, understanding now. “Well, he was always so determined. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.”

 

“So, you have certain options. Terminating the pregnancy is easily done on an outpatient basis. I can give you some forms. You're of age so discretion is no problem.”

 

“No… I.. I want to keep it,” she said, surprising herself.

 

“I… see,” said the doctor. “Well, you have many options. Take this information and give it some thought over the next month. If you do want to keep it don't drink and avoid any drugs which can harm the child. You certainly don't want to be saddled with a retarded child, or go through a miscarriage if that's the case.”

 

“Of… of course. Thank you Doctor,” said Naru, dazed and confused.

 

 

 

 

“I can't understand why you won't tell us who the father is!” snarled her mother. Shinobu cradled her infant's head in the blanket, glaring back at her mother.

 

“It's none of your business, MOTHER. You never cared about me since the divorce, why should now be any different?” she demanded.

 

“Well, you have to take care of THAT now. How are you going to do it with your Todai classes going on? The shame of you, being a single mother at seventeen.”

 

“Mother, I'm a TODAI STUDENT AT SEVENTEEN! Do you know how rare that is? I ranked 19th from the top in the nation of applicants. They gave me a scholarship and a nanny so I can go to classes!” screamed Shinobu. “I've already appeared on Iron Chef, by invitation, twice. I have twenty kilos of fan mail from this week alone! TV Tokyo is offering me a cooking show.”

 

“You need a husband, damn you. You can't do this alone,” cried her mother in anguish.

 

Somewhere in Molmol, Keitaro sneezed.

 

 

THE END (for now)