Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Memories - Jounouchi’s Story ❯ The “Joys” of Pregnancy ( Chapter 2 )

About a year after the wedding, amber eyes shot open as the sound of retching stung his ears. He made a face before leaving his warm­ bed and padding across the cold­ floor into the bathroom. Approaching his wife, who was kneeling over the toilet, he took her thick blonde hair in his hands and pulled it back.

"Cynthia," he gurgled sleepily, "don't throw your head in this time."

The sick woman made a face and muttered. "Shut-u~uuuuuuulllllllllllllllllll!" Cough. "Up." She glared over her shoulder. "I only did that once, Pegasus - so shut-up about it." She smirked at him. "First time you turned down one of my kisses."

"Because it was utterly disgusting," the silver haired man deadpanned. "You done with your offerings?"

"I'll be good for today." She suddenly grinned at him. "Now, come here and keess me." She puckered up her lips as a trickle of vomit and drool made its way down her chin.

"I'd rather eat breakfast and go to work, then puke and sleep all day thank you very much." He gently removed her hair from his hands, kissed her forehead and left, presumably for his job at Industrial Illusions.

Cynthia stood, smiled, wiped her lips with the back of her arm, flushed the toilet and made to take a shower and brush her teeth. After that, she would most likely sleep all day.

A second round of four weeks passed by, in which Pegasus and Cynthia went to the doctor to receive the wondrous news that the blonde was pregnant.

Two hours after that, Pegasus woke out of his faint.

Upon this night, however, the silver haired man groaned as he stepped into his house. He had managed to arrive three hours late and he hadn't been able to call Cynthia.

He hoped she wasn't mad.

He suddenly felt like he was being watched.

Looking up, he saw his, slightly plump, wife standing before him in one of her soft blue dresses with her hands on her hips. In one hand, she carried a throw pillow that looked like the stuffing had all been squeezed out of it. With narrowed eyes, she pointed at him and hissed, "You…"

Pegasus gulped and took a step back.

Abruptly, Cynthia bolted forward, snagged his arm in a death grip and began to beat her husband over the head with the pillow.

"You bastard! Why the hell didn't you call! I was worried sick about you! You could have been dead for all I knew!"

"Ow! Ow! Fuck! I'm sorry! Ow! I'm sorry, goddamnit!"

Cynthia suddenly let go of his arm and whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. Pegasus looked at her tentatively. The blonde then threw her head back and gave a loud, wailing cry, tears falling from her eyes in waterfalls.

Concerned, Pegasus took a step closer. "What's wrong?"

"I… I do-…don't kn-kn-… kno~~ow!" With a sudden loud sob, she whirled around and bolted for the bedroom, leaving Pegasus standing there, not knowing what was going on exactly. With a light shrug, he followed his wife.

Stepping up to the door, he opened the door a crack and poked his head inside, noting that Cynthia was still sobbing into the pillows.

"Are you gonna beat me again?" he asked warily.

His only answer was a loud sob from the blonde.

Gulping nervously, and praying for the best, he cautiously made his way up to the bed. As though sensing his presence, for she didn't bother with lifting her head to check, she suddenly lashed out and snagged his arm and sat herself up, proceeding to beat him with the pillow and screech at him.

"Damnit you bastard - make me some eggs!"

"But you hate eggs!" Pegasus cried, trying vainly to get away.

"Make me some fucking eggs!"

"Fine! I'll make you some eggs, just stop beating me!"

Cynthia released his arm and Pegasus scuttled out of the room. Just as he was nearly out the door, the blonde chucked her pillow at the back of his head and shrieked, "And make them boiled!"

As the month changed, Pegasus awoke to the beeping of his alarm clock. Quickly reaching up (he gave his bed up to Cynthia so he wouldn't be beaten all night with the pillow and thus was now sleeping on the floor beside the bed), he shut off the alarm, hoping he hadn't woken his wife.

But the gods above seemed particularly evil these days, and Cynthia had indeed awoke.

But instead of the screech-fest he hand been expecting, all he got was a sleepy gurgle and her pillow getting dropped on his head. He blinked and looked up, confused and amazed, and watched Cynthia flop her hand about.

"Pillow…" she muttered, nearly asleep once more. "Want pillow… Now…"

He was tempted to not give it back, but then realized just how mad she would be if he did that and reluctantly lobbed the cushion back on the bed. Standing and wincing at his sore muscles, he looked at his wife sprawled out on the bed, looking for all the world like she was dead.

"I'm going to get ready and go to work," Pegasus yawned. "Please don't beat me when I get home…"

"I make no promises…" Cynthia gurgled.

The silver haired man grinned and leaned over, giving his wife a soft kiss on the cheek. "Love you."

"Bleg…"

"Oh gods, I'm gonna die!"

Cynthia gave a pathetic sniffle and cursed her hormones, as she moved to wipe her nose and felt the pain in her joints.

"You're not going to die, Cynthia…"

"Yes I am. Screw you, Pegasus. Oh, God it hu~~urts…" Wincing, the blonde placed one hand on her rounded stomach and groaned. "This kid had better be worth all the trouble." She groaned and closed her eyes. "I hope they drug me."

"I hope they do, too…" Pegasus muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

The sun's golden light drifted in past the windows, illuminating the couple sitting on an overstuffed loveseat, watching Saturday morning cartoons. Suddenly, the blonde twitched and looked down at her stomach.

"What the hell was that?"

Pegasus looked at his wife and quirked an eye brow. "What was what?"

"I… don't know…" Gently, she placed her hand on her abdomen and, after a moment, she smiled. "It's the baby. It's kicking!"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Feel." Gently, she took her husband's hand and placed it on her stomach. After a moment, he felt a dull 'thud' against his hand and grinned. Moving his hand to her thigh, he looked at her.

"What are you going to name our child?"

"Well… It it's a girl I was going to name her - aw fuck!"

"Aw Fuck," Pegasus repeated dryly. "What an interesting name." Then slightly more seriously. "What'd you do to yourself now?"

"This kid's going to have some pretty strong legs. These kicks are starting to hurt."

"… Cynthia, pinches hurt you."

"You pinch hard. Anyway," she twitched, presumably because of the baby, "if it's a girl, I want to name her Kohana."

"Kohana?"

Cynthia nodded and flinched. "It's Japanese and it means 'little flower'."

"Why a Japanese name?"

"Because I've always found Japan so awesome."

"Yeah." Pegasus remembered the few times his business had forced him to visit there for a few months at a time. The last time he went with Cynthia, he'd had to, near literally, drag her back on the plane to America . "And if a boy?"

Cynthia blinked and thought for a moment. "Jounouchi."

"Jounouchi?"

Cynthia nodded in confirmation. "It's a nice name, right?"

"Of course." He leaned over and nuzzled her cheek. "Any name you come up with is wonderful."

Two months after feeling the baby's first kicks, Pegasus groaned and banged on the door of the bathroom.

"Damnit, Cynthia, I need to pee!"

"Fuck you - so do I!"

"You've been in there about six times today. I need to go now!"

"I'm the one with the baby, you bastard!"

"I don't care right now!"

And thus it continued…

Another month passed by with only the constant violent mood swings and a bit of dizziness whenever Cynthia sat up or stood, allowing Pegasus to think the worst was over.

Oh how wrong he was.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Pegasus jerked awake and pulled himself into a sitting position, looking worriedly at his wife. "What happened?!"

Calming her breathing, Cynthia looked to Pegasus and blinked.

"I… don't remember. I think it was a bad dream…"

He placed his chin on the mattress and gave her a dull look. "So you wake me up, screaming in terror, for no reason whatsoever?"

She thought about that for a moment before nodding. "Exactly."

"Bah." Pegasus curled up on the floor once more. "Go to sleep."

"… I can't."

"Then leave me alone for the rest of the night - I have work tomorrow."

Cynthia sat on the loveseat, completely immersed in a think book, ignoring all that was around her. Blinking suddenly, she glanced down at her bulging stomach.

Something didn't feel right…

She suddenly felt a wet rush between her legs.

"Oh, crap!"

Pegasus looked up at his wife in alarm. "What's wrong?"

"Baby's coming," she gasped, placing a hand on her stomach. "Get me to a fucking hospital - now!"

The silver haired man leapt out of his seat and gently pulled his wife to his feet. "To the car. Now."

Cynthia complied for a few steps before looking to him and asking, "Where's my pillow?"

"We're leaving it here."

"Is it safe?

"Yes - it's perfectly safe."

"Thank goodness."

Shuffling outside, lay down in the backseat of the car while Pegasus drove, making a mad dash for the hospital, wanting to get there before Cynthia decided to share the pain she was in. A little less than half-way there, a cop pulled them over for speeding.

Pegasus's reason?

"My wife is pregnant and has violent mood swings - we need to go to the hospital now!"

That, along with the woman's screaming curses, motivated the officer to escort them to the hospital, calling them ahead so that when the trio arrived, Cynthia was immediately placed in a wheelchair and rolled to the maternity ward, the blonde screaming and cursing all the way.

Pegasus followed the blonde all the way to her room before stopping just outside the doorway. One of the doctors noticed this and questioned him about it.

"If I go in there, Cynthia'll kill me. She likes to - ahem­­ - ­share­ the pain she's in. Especially with me…"

The doctor made a little "oh" noise before turning into the room to deal with the screaming woman.

And so, for several long hours, Pegasus waited in the hall, sometimes standing, sometimes pacing, sometimes sitting, but never sleeping. Even if his wife wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs, he wouldn't have been able to sleep for fear something would happen to her. With each of the passing hours, he felt a cold, clammy feeling deep in his heart that couldn't be shrugged off for the life of him.

Finally, some near eighteen hours later, a doctor exited the room and looked to Pegasus.

Feeling something deep in his heart, Pegasus looked to the doctor worriedly.

Taking a deep breath, the physician looked into the man's amber eyes and spoke, "Pegasus…"

I'm prolly gonna get lynched for that ending - I can feel it…

Yami: Most likely.

Kura : Most definitely.

Angel: *glare; sigh; ignores them* Anyway, I most likely have a lot of information wrong in this, but please don't bitch at me - I've never been pregnant in my life!

Yami and Kura : We would hope not!

Angel: *continues ignoring* But, if any of you know where I might have gone wrong, please politely correct me. Thanks

Angel: Anyway - time to answer reviewer questions!

Q: But what does pegasus wending has to do with Jou's Past? - Liv

A: Angel: If you look really closely - this chapter answers that question…

Angel: And that's all. If any of you have a question - just go ahead and ask me. I don't mind. *flips on Disclaimer Box*

DB: -~-Angel is a fish-~-

Angel: What the Hell?!

Yami and Kura : *snigger*

DB: -~-Angel is a fish-~- … -~-Angel is a fish-~- … -~-Angel is a fish-~-

Angel: *glares at Bakura* You bastard! *starts beating him over the head with mouse pad*

Kura : *is in pain*

Angel: *stops beating him after a bit; thrusts Disclaimer Box at him* Fix my damn box! And say the disclaimer!

Kura : X_____________x *takes Box* Angel does…. Not own YuugiOu in.. anyway shape or form… *faints*

Angel: *rolls eyes* Anyway… Until next time - Ja ne!