Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Power of Love ❯ Yami's 3rd month ( Chapter 2 )

The Power of Love

Disclaimer: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the pretty boys. However, I do own Makoto Kaiba, and his twin brother Zaylin Kaiba. I also will own Yami's kid when it comes.

Pairings: Yami x Yugi and some Seto x Jou.

Warnings: Mpreg, lemon, lime, swearing, violence, possible abuse. *Looks at the list* If it can be thought up, it might be in here, well, all except for necrophilia and all the really odd fetishes. =)

Notes: /Yugi to Yami through mind link/

//Yami to Yugi through mind link//

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~Previous Chapter~

Yami again lifted his shirt. Sliding his thumb beneath the leather, he pulled out. There was hardly any room where they use to be relatively loose on Yami's waist. "The last time I looked, I don't think these shrunk." He teased.

"You're evil!" Yugi countered, his hand never leaving his lover's stomach. Relaxing in the warm embrace, Yugi laid his head on Yami's shoulder. After a few peaceful moments, he asked, "What's going to happen to us if Grandpa throws us out?"

"We'll get a place of our own." Stroking the soft multicolored locks, Yami assured, "We'll be alright. I promise." He wrapped his arms around Yugi protectively. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to go about doing what he'd just promised, but he knew he was going to provide for Yugi and their baby. Somehow.

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~Chapter 2~

Yugi's grandfather came out close to ten that evening. He didn't look happy, but he also didn't look angry anymore. "Yami, Yugi. Come inside, it's too cold to be sitting outside." They knew he saw them cuddled up together in the chair and his reaction took them by surprise.

"Maybe he's come to his senses." Yami commented, not very fond of the man at the moment.

"Come on, let's see what he wants." Sighed Yugi. It was now or never. Either way, lives were going to change.

As the tri-haired duo located the old man in the kitchen, they sat across from him. Trying to read his expression, they came up with nothing. Yugi leaned against his Pharaoh for support, while Yami held his light's hand.

Clearing his throat, Grandpa began, "I do not approve of this situation at all. However, I've thought this through and have decided I'm an old man stuck in old ways." He turned to Yugi, "As long as I've been your guardian I always hoped you'd fall in love, get married, and give me a great grandchild. Yugi, if your heart has chosen Yami, I won't try to change that."

Both men let out a sigh of relief. Yugi spoke first, "Thank you. Yami IS the only one for me. He's my life." The small man admitted.

"Sir, as I've said before, I've loved Yugi since the first time I saw him. I can promise you, I will take as good of care of him as you have. And I will do the same for your great grandchild." Yami vowed, putting his hand over his stomach.

Finally the old man smiled. "I know you will. I want both of you to stay here. Yugi can earn money by helping me in the shop. Yami, you can help as much as you can. For awhile, you both are responsible for the shop."

"Thank you sir." Yami beamed. "Grandpa, will you come to our wedding in December?"

Nodding his head, he responded, "Well, that depends on you and Yugi." Seeing the perplexed looks coming from his grandson and fiancée, he explained, "Yugi, if you forgive a stubborn old man. I won't miss it for the world."

Yugi smiled, "I forgive you, but you're not a stubborn old man."

"Thank you." His grandfather whispered, surprised his own grandson took his apology that easily. Turning to Yami he asked, "I'd be honored if you'd possibly allow me to feel my great grandbaby?"

Pushing the chair away from the table, Yami lifted his shirt once again. "You won't feel anything for another month or so, but sure."

As the elderly man placed a calloused hand against the Pharaoh's skin, Yami smiled. "Yugi, get the envelope I gave you earlier. I think your grandfather may want to see them."

"Okay!" Yugi took off on a run for the porch. Picking up the pictures, he came back to the kitchen out of breath. "Here!" he panted, holding the pictures out to his grandpa.

After a half hour of showing the old man everything, the dueling duo made their way to Yugi's room. Yami flopped down on the bed and closed his tired ruby eyes. Yugi groaned as he grabbed his pajamas and headed for the bathroom.

As Yami lay on the bed, his mind was working overtime. Reluctantly sitting up, he made his way to Yugi's desk and opened up a drawer. After removing a black three ring binder, he rubbed his belly and whispered to the little life growing within him, "We're going to make you a baby book. It may not be perfect, but it's something you can keep." Sitting down again on the bed after gathering tape, markers, and paper, he set about putting the baby's first ultrasound pictures in the scrapbook.

/Yami, are you okay? You didn't fall asleep, did you?"/ Yugi called through the mind link.

Smiling as he replied, //No, I'm fine. Just working on something for the baby.//

/But…it's a little early. You don't even know what it is yet./ The small duelist reasoned.

//I know, but this will be fine either way. Hurry up and finish, I want to get a shower as well, Aibou.//

Hearing the water shut off, Yami opened the silver rings and slid the baby's first picture in. Shutting the book, he looked up and saw Yugi wearing only pajama bottoms and a towel around his head. "Your turn, Love."

"Thanks Aibou." The Pharaoh smiled. "When I come back, we need to think about our wedding. December's not that far away." He walked away stripping clothes off as he went.

After a long relaxing shower, Yami came back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Yugi's eyes study his slowly growing figure. "Find something you like, little one?"

"No. I found something I've always loved." Yugi pulled the covers down for his Pharaoh to join him. "So when do you want to have the wedding?"

Thinking, Yami considered, "Well, you don't want to have it too close to Christmas. I'd say anything from the twentieth on is out. Anything after Christmas is too close to the New Year and that's not good either."

Snuggling close to Yami, Yugi rested his head against his lover's chest. "How about the twelfth?" His eyes began to close and his arms wrapped around Yami's waist.

"Okay, but why then?" Yami asked curiously trying to think of any significance of the day.

"Just think it would be interesting. December 12. Two twelves. Besides, it's kind of in the middle of when you thought."

Grinning, Yami asked, "We have a date, where are we having it?"

"Why don't you pick that? I chose the date." Offered the small duelist.

"Oh." Yami sounded a little disappointed. He had an idea, but knew it would never work out.

Craning his neck so he'd have a better view, Yugi saw the longing in his Pharaoh's eyes. "You wanted to do it in Egypt, didn't you." He whispered.

"I did, love." Yami's eyes cleared, "It's fine, we can just have a simple one here." His words came slower as the sentence finished. Closing his ruby eyes, Yami fell asleep almost instantly after the last word.

Yugi's answer fell on sleeping ears as he looked up, seeing Yami sleeping quietly, he laughed gently and pulled the covers up over them both. "Night Yami. I'll do what I can to make your Egyptian wedding a reality." Putting a hand over the Pharaoh's belly, he whispered, "Goodnight angel."

Yugi was the first one up the next morning. Deciding to have breakfast in bed, he slid on a shirt and padded down to the kitchen. There was a note left on the counter. Yugi's grandpa had gone out and told him to behave. He also left word that somebody needed to be in the shop around noon for a shipment of new cards. Thinking of getting breakfast for himself and Yami, he decided on scrambled eggs, toast, and juice.

Getting the items on a large tray, Yugi made his way carefully up to his bedroom. Seeing that Yami was still asleep, he set the tray on his desk and made his way to the bed. Leaning down, he gave the sleeping Pharaoh a long kiss. So intent on the kiss, Yugi missed feeling two strong arms wrap around him and pull him to the bed.

"Hey!" Protested the little light. "I'm supposed to be waking you up!"

"And if I get that kind of wake up call, I might want to sleep in every day." Threatened Yami.

Ignoring the previous comment, Yugi got up, "I made breakfast for us. Just some eggs, toast, and juice…"

Yami never heard a word after breakfast. The thought of food had made his stomach clench nauseatingly. Barely making it in time, he threw up gratefully into the ceramic bowl.

"Yami, what's wrong?" Yugi asked, concerned that his fiancée was seriously ill.

From his position on the floor, Yami looked up and groaned, "Morning sickness." Before retching again. After the last episode, he relaxed against the cool plastic bathtub. He felt like his insides were on fire and his stomach was doing back flips. "Jou was right, this is no fun."

"I can imagine." Yugi sympathized while grabbing a cup for his dark half to rinse his mouth out. "As soon as you feel better, we need to get the shop ready. Grandpa left us a note with things to do. And there's a shipment coming in today." Seeing his love pale again, he offered, "If you don't feel like going this morning, you can close up tonight. I'll work the mornings till this settles."

"No, Aibou. I'll be okay. Just…" Yami paused. "Would you help me up? I don't know how steady I'm going to be."

"Sure. Yami, I've been thinking. I know you want an Egyptian wedding, but there's no way we can afford it. However, would you want to do a half traditional wedding and half Egyptian one?" Yugi asked. It had been the only thing he'd come up with to make Yami's dream happen.

Making his way carefully to the bed, Yami sat gently. "Yugi, I don't mind not having a wedding from my time. This should be your day and I say you do what YOU want."

"You'll go along with whatever I choose?" Yugi asked, surprised.

"I will, Love." Yami touched the little one's cheek. He wasn't sure about letting Yugi have his way. After all, he didn't want to look like a whale for his own wedding.

Yugi looked at his clock. "I'm going to be late!" It was ten till nine and he wasn't even dressed. "Yami, I'm going to leave the tray there. Eat something, even if it's just the toast. I got to get the shop open, or Grandpa's going to kill me." He took off running with a shirt and jeans in his hands.

Yami watched his light run off as he decided to get dressed himself. It wasn't fair that Yugi had to be up and working without him. Besides, he just didn't want to be alone this morning. Going to the closet, he pulled out a dark red shirt and a pair of tight fitting black jeans. The jeans went on fine before, but seemed to have grown tighter since he'd worn them last.

//Yugi! Aibou, is anybody in the shop?// he asked excitedly.

/No. Not yet, why?/

//I'm coming down, meet me in the hallway between the shop and the house.//