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Kyoya hid in the bedroom closet behind the Gucci shoes and next to the Prada bags. Why did Tamaki have to open his big mouth to his father last night? It had finally happened. Yuzuru Suoh and his brainless but so cute son had a late lunch and in his 'excitement', Tamaki had let slip that Kyoya was pregnant. Naturally, his father was excited for the two young men and wished them luck. Well, that same day, Yuzuru happened to have a quick interaction with Kyoya's father, Yoshio and congratulated him for being a grandfather, again. Was blabbering in the Suoh family genes? Kyoya tightened his hold around his legs and sat his chin on his knees. W

Small Blondes and the Commoner Mall "Mommy! Wake up now please!" Toshiro poked and prodded Kyoya with his small hands. His younger brother, Kiyoshi pounced on his mother. There was never a dull moment in the Souh-Ootori household. Kyoya could confidently say that among other barely positive things. While he loved his kids, did he mention how fucking annoying they could be and..loud? He knew they were so young and naturally gregarious what with who their father was but sometimes Kyoya imagined himself locking the bedroom door and never leaving. "Mm, what's wrong? Is it morning already?" Kyoya wrapped an arm around Kiyoshi and leaned over the t

Small Blondes and Crayola Walls Having two kids under 5 was great. They were close in age and wildly protective of each other, well as much as two kids under 5 could be. Kyoya loved them with all his heart but damn, were they annoying. It's awful really. Kyoya set his glasses down and sighed. He was completely exhausted and at the end of his rope. Tamaki was a wonderful husband and even better father but sometimes he was more of a kid than a parent. The blonde was obsessed with his family and so proud of his two blossoming children that he tended to ignore their more negative characteristics. Like right now. When Toshiro, his 4-year-old and o

Kyoya could have killed him, actually murdered him. The family lawyer was pretty good he could get acquitted easily, at the worse he’d have to do community service. No one would miss Tamaki, right? The guy was cute, pretty face, nice smile, a good person; Kyoya could find another lover. “Mon amour! What are you doing on your feet?” Kyoya rolled his eyes and picked up his book, “I’m pregnant not an invalid.” “You’re not supposed to be doing anything strenuous.” “Picking up my book and putting it away is not a strenuous activity Tamaki for the last time.” “You could o

Kyoya turned around in front of the large mirror; he reluctantly ran his hands down his sides knowing full well in the upcoming weeks it would no longer be flat.  He sighed when he ran a hand down his stomach and almost selfishly wished he wasn't expecting. Even if he wished not to be expecting, he knew deep down that he really did want it. It. He frowned, lost in his thoughts; he would have to call the thing something else.  It was obvious what the other alternative was besides it but he forced himself not to call it that.   Saying it would have made this whole thing even more real. No this wasn't real, none of this was act

"Are you okay?" It's that same question over and over again "Are you okay?" I'm sad I'm angry I'm guilty I'm a sinner I'm hurt "Are you okay?" I bare my teeth and smile I muster up the strength to say "I'm Fine"  i say with such ease But you'll notice one day I hope you see that things do not appear as they look. Please save me ask me again and I'll tell you the truth "Are you okay?"