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Little Miracle	By : Cheysulinight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Little Miracle

Author: Cheysuli

Rated: PG

Pairing: Yami/Bakura; Yugi/Ryou

Warnings: Mpreg; OOC

Chapter Title: The Third Trimester

Summary:

A/N: This fic will have three chapters, one for each trimester. Please note that I have never been pregnant and all info here was taken from various websites (mostly pregnancy . org [remove spaces]; that�s an amazing site. With pictures).

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Routines changed. Not a whole lot and probably not as much as they should have; but they did change. Yami had gotten that raise he had been hoping for and a promotion as well, so his hours changed. He was home most of the morning. Bakura had mixed feelings about these new hours; he loved Yami being home in the mornings but he hated how late his lover had to work. Sometimes he didn�t get home until nightfall.
Ryou and Yugi always tried to make time for Bakura; they even came home during the day if they had a free period before or after lunch. Bakura enjoyed that. He was feeling more loved now than he had for the past few months. Even Marik acted like he cared.
Bakura didn�t know if Otogi had threatened him or if Marik realized what would have happened if Bakura had had that breakdown while home alone. Either way, he now came over everyday just as he had promised. He made a conscious effort to take care of Bakura; he kept Bakura isolated from stressful influences, he fixed him lunch... he even cleaned up his own messes. And he read silently instead of watching those loud, violent movies he had used to watch when he came over. The books were still violent but at least they were quiet.
Bakura�s routine had changed the most. He could no longer wander aimlessly around the house cleaning, which he had developed a habit of doing - for some strange reason, messes bothered him now. Instead he was restricted to bed rest, only allowed up to walk to and from the bathroom or nursery or, if he had help getting down the stairs, to the living room couch.
Bakura wouldn�t really have minded if the house hadn�t been such a mess.

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�You want me to what?�

Bakura smiled brightly up at Marik from his place on the couch. �Clean the house!�
Marik stared at the now heavily pregnant Bakura for a few moments before looking around the living room. The extremely clean room. �Bakura, this room is spotless! What do you want me to do? Clean the air?!�
Bakura cocked his head and sniffed the air. �No, the air smells fine,� he said with a tired smile. �But the books in the bookcase need dusting, the kitchen floor needs to be washed, and could you vacuum the bedrooms?� he ordered as he carefully laid back on the couch, turning to his side. �Please?�
Marik watched him in confusion. Bakura hated cleaning and a messy house never bothered him before. So what the hell was his problem? Besides the pregnancy? Oh, wait; that explained it. It was a pregnancy thing. So why was he the one cleaning when it was Bakura who had the problem? Marik opened his mouth to ask Bakura this but closed it when he noticed Bakura had fallen asleep.
He snorted; if Bakura wanted the house cleaned he could at least stay awake while it was being done. Marik was tempted to ignore Bakura�s orders and just tell him he cleaned the house. But, he realized, Bakura would certainly notice the mess. Hell, he had noticed this mess and it was practically non-existent. Marik sighed and turned away from the couch, going to hunt down a dust rag or mop or something. Maybe the vacuum. �I can�t believe I let him talk me into this,� he mumbled as he tried to figure out where they kept the cleaning supplies. �I just got a new book and instead of letting me read it, he makes me clean books, kitchen floors, and three bedrooms...�
�Stay out of the nursery!�
Marik winced, wondering how Bakura had heard that. Especially since he had been sleeping and Marik was practically whispering. Must have been another pregnancy thing. Or maybe Marik had been speaking louder than he thought.
Either way, it was one less room to clean.

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Marik was wearing an apron.
Ryou and Yugi had just gotten home from school and expected to find what they always did when they came home. Bakura sleeping and Marik reading. Bakura was sleeping but Marik wasn�t reading. Marik was mopping. And he was wearing an apron.
The two hikaris didn�t know quite what to make of it. The self proclaimed �most evil of all evil bad guys� was cleaning the kitchen - and doing a surprisingly good job of it too - and he was wearing an apron while doing it. A pink apron. With frills. No one in the house owned an apron, let alone a pink frilly one. They were afraid to ask where he had gotten it. But Marik was still wearing an apron and he was still cleaning.
So, they did what any self respecting hikari would do. They went in search of a camera.

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Marik was on his hands and knees scrubbing at the stained grout in the kitchen floor. He didn�t want to know what caused the greenish stain but considering where it was - right next to the trashcan - he had a pretty good idea it was some kind of rotten food. Bakura so owed him for this! Making Marik clean while he himself was perfectly capable of doing so.
Well, Bakura used to be perfectly capable of doing so; back before he had gotten pregnant. But, Marik was forced to admit, since Bakura was in his eighth month of pregnancy and had trouble even getting to his feet - and keeping his balance - it probably wasn�t a good idea for him to get down on the floor to clean questionable stains. Then there would be the problem of him getting back up again.
No, it was definitely a good thing he had asked Marik to do it instead of trying himself; especially since his health hadn�t been all that good since the breakdown.
Marik would have probably continued peacefully scrubbing away grime and mold if he hadn�t been interrupted by a bright flash of light. He blinked, trying to get rid of the after-image and glanced curiously around the room as he looked for the source of the light. Mop, bucket of dirty water, stove, hikaris with camera, fridge... Wait.
Hikaris with camera?
Marik stared blankly at the smirking hikaris for a few moments before he realized exactly what they had done. They had taken a picture of him... wearing the apron he had stolen from the neighbor�s clothesline. This was not good.
Ryou barely had time to snap another picture before Marik was off the floor and chasing them through the house.

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Bakura was cranky. His peaceful nap had been interrupted by two screaming hikaris and an angry Marik. He didn�t care why his nap was interrupted by two screaming hikaris and an angry Marik; he just wanted the screaming and the shouting to stop. He didn�t like it. And the baby didn�t like it either considering how active she was being.
Bakura winced as the baby kicked him again. She had a strong kick and Ryou had once joked that she would make a good football player. Bakura wasn�t quite sure what football was and he wasn�t sure he wanted his little girl to be a player of it. Especially if that meant she would be getting hurt. He never wanted his little girl to get hurt. And she seemed to be scolding him for being overprotective because she had just kicked him again. Hard.
And the hikaris and Marik were still crashing through the house and making an awful lot of noise. So Bakura did the only thing he could think of to make it stop.
He started crying.

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The chase had stopped almost as suddenly as it had started. The three of them had been happily - ok, not happily; it was hard to be happy when you were afraid for your life... or reputation - racing through the house and shouting at the top of their lungs. And they would have probably continued to do so until Marik caught the hikaris and destroyed the camera... if they hadn�t suddenly remembered Bakura. And if they hadn�t realized that Bakura was crying because of what they were doing.
They immediately stopped shouting and stared guilty towards the living room for a few moments. None of them could believe they had actually forgotten Bakura. Well, Marik could. He had forgotten Bakura before; but it wasn�t his fault the pregnant boy was so damn quiet! Well, except when he was upset. Like now.
Weren�t mood swings supposed to go away the closer Bakura got to his due date? That�s what the Pharaoh had told him the last time he had complained about an overly emotional Bakura. Marik probably should have read those pregnancy books Isis had bought him. But instead he had just shoved them under the bed and had forgotten them.
Speaking of which, why had Isis bought him those books? He knew he wasn�t a child bearer and neither were any of the Ishtars - except Isis, of course - so why... Marik paled as he remembered what Isis had said once.

�Treat him right, Marik, and Otogi will grant you many, many surprises.�

Marik made a mental note to stock up on condoms on the way home. And he had just realized he was alone in the hallway. The hikaris must have gone to comfort Bakura. Manipulative bastard. All he had to do was shed a few tears and everyone was at his beck and call.
Well, Marik wasn�t falling for it. He wasn�t about to go in there and make a fool of himself trying to get Bakura to feel better. No, instead he would do something productive.
He went in search of the vacuum.

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They had visitors that night. Seto and Mokuba Kaiba had arrived half an hour after Marik had finally gone home. And they brought gifts.
�Seto, you didn�t need to do this! We already have-�
Seto shook his head and gently silenced the pregnant boy. �I know you guys already have furniture for the baby�s room, Bakura,� he said as he helped Bakura lower himself onto the new gliding rocking chair Seto had just finished setting up. �But it�s all second hand except for the crib. Babies deserve new things.�
Bakura nodded absently as he settled back in the rocker. It really was comfortable; and the fabric went well with the nursery�s green walls. But it, and the changing table and dresser and toy chest, looked extremely expensive. And it looked custom made to match the Aspen Stages Oak crib Bakura had begged Yami to buy - even though he had known it would take an entire paycheck.
Bakura studied the nursery, the smooth gliding motion of the rocker calming his restless child. She had been kicking him more often, struggling to find room to move in such a small space. He rested his hand gently on his swollen belly, relieved that she would soon be born.
Only six more weeks.
He sighed and returned his attention to the room. Bakura loved this room; with its bright green walls and soft carpeting and beautiful - now that he had gotten rid of the second hand ones he hadn�t liked - furniture and decorations. Ryou had even painted a giant Tigger on one wall. Bakura had taken a liking to the bouncy feline.
Bakura frowned as he remembered the argument he and Yami had had when they had been deciding on a theme for the nursery. Yami had wanted to paint it blue and purple with a Duel Monsters theme - Dark Magician, specifically. Ryou had tried to help by suggesting Change of Heart. Yugi had been the one to realize Bakura didn�t want his daughter surrounded by monsters of any kind and - having noticed Bakura�s fondness for the toy Yami had gotten months ago - suggested Tigger.
Bakura had loved the idea immediately. And he had proceeded to force Yami to love it as well.
Seto watched fondly as Bakura daydreamed and quietly motioned for Mokuba to bring in the three large suitcases that contained baby clothes and bedding. He may not have acted like it very often, but Seto never minded spending money on his close friends. Especially close friends who were having trouble financially.
Seto shook his head. Yami really should have come to him. He would have gladly given them the money - for Bakura�s and the baby�s sake if not for Yami�s. Seto had never liked the Game King and since he had learned about Bakura�s breakdown, that disliking had turned into loathing. Yami should have realized that Bakura was much more important than money. If he had thought Bakura would agree to it, Seto would have taken him away from the Pharaoh and have him live in the mansion. He and the baby would have had everything they ever needed or wanted.
Except Yami. And that was exactly why he knew Bakura would never agree to it.
�Niisan?�
Seto blinked as he finished folding the green dress he had in his hands and turned to look at his brother. �Yes, Mokuba?�
Mokuba was staring worriedly across the room. �Should we be letting him sleep sitting up like that?�
Seto followed his gaze and smiled. Bakura had indeed fallen asleep in the rocker, a peaceful look on his face. �As long as he�s comfortable, it�s all right,� he said as he placed the dress in almost full drawer before picking up another one, this one sky blue with a red rose print.
Mokuba nodded as he grabbed some clothes from an open suitcase. These weren�t designer dresses like the ones Seto was unpacking; no, these were simpler and much more practical. They were clothes that were durable and easily cleaned, a necessity since babies somehow always managed to make a mess. �Why does he sleep so much,� he asked as he folded a little cotton dress. �And why did you buy so many dresses? What if it�s a boy?�
Seto cocked his head. �I think... he�s conserving energy for the birth. But I�m not sure.� He smirked suddenly as he held up some pink footy pajamas. �And I bought clothing for a girl instead of a boy because I trust Bakura�s intuition over Yami�s.�
Mokuba laughed quietly, shaking his head, as he returned his attention to folding.

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�They�re being awfully quiet,� Ryou said as he gazed worriedly towards the stairs. �You don�t think he�s killed them do you?�
Yugi shook his head, remembering how much Bakura hated it when other people went into the nursery. He had even thrown Tigger at Yami once when the Pharaoh had followed him into the room. Of course, not five minutes later, he had gone up to Yami and had apologized, blaming hormones for his reaction before begging for the toy�s return.
�Yugi?�
Yugi blinked, realizing he had been drifting - a habit he had somehow caught from Yami. Who knew short attention spans were contagious? �No! No, I don�t think he killed them,� he reassured. �I don�t think he really minds Mokuba being there... and I think Seto�s allowed because he�s Mokuba�s brother,� he said thoughtfully. �And remember how Bakura let Honda go in there that one time he came over with his nephew? He even let the boy play in there.�
Ryou nodded, remembering the incident. �So if we want to go visit the nursery, all we have to do is find a kid to go with us? That... makes sense, I suppose.�
Yugi nodded cheerfully. �Yep! Now stop worrying and come help me open these,� he said, gesturing towards several rather large boxes the Kaibas had left downstairs.
Ryou blinked, having somehow not noticed the things. �Wow. Seto never does anything halfway, does he?�
�Nope!� Yugi cheered, smiling brightly.

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It was late when Yami finally arrived home to a dark and quiet house. He had gotten held up at the office - well, actually, a couple of teenagers had sabotaged several of the dueling platforms and KaibaLand had been flooded with raging holographic Kuribohs and it had taken a few hours to fix the problem; but �held up at the office� made the delay sound so much more dignified. It was nearly 10:00 and Yami knew Bakura would be furious that he hadn�t at least called to tell him he was going to be late and was waiting to verbally attack him. Or he could be scared out of his mind that something had happened and was now sitting by the phone, waiting for the hospital to call. It had gotten a lot harder to predict his reactions since he had gotten pregnant.
And to think he had believed Jou when he had said that mood swings did not last. Yami vowed to strangle that boy the next time he saw him; and Jou must have known this because he had made himself scarce these pass few months. That or he was visiting relatives like he said he would.
Yami sighed as he entered the house and turned on the light, glancing nervously around the room as he waited for an angry - or relieved - Bakura to start yelling. But nothing happened; no yelling, no crying, no tense-filled silence... well, the house did seem perfectly silent but it was notably tense-free. This was unexpected. Welcomed, but completely unexpected and Yami didn�t quite know what to do about it.
After a few minutes of standing uncertainly by the front door, he finally moved further into the house. He had not even taken five steps before he found himself tripping over something and falling painfully to the floor. Yami laid there for a moment, feeling rather dazed, before he carefully pushed himself up and looked for whatever had caused him to fall. And his gaze quickly found a rather large brown... toy... thing.
He blinked and took a closer look at the stuffed animal... that looked like a giant mouse or something. And for some reason it had a pouch on its stomach where it was holding a smaller mouse thing. Yami studied it for a few moments before noticing the tag. Kanga and Roo. Oh, that explained it then. They were Tigger�s friends. Yami didn�t know why Tigger�s friends were on the living room floor - or where they had come from in the first place - but didn�t think it important enough to find Bakura and ask him.
Speaking of Bakura, Yami was getting worried. His lover had always waited for him to come home if he was able. It was possible he had been unable to find someone to help him down the stairs and was instead waiting in their room, but the hikaris were home so that couldn�t be it. At least, Yami thought the hikaris were home. The house seemed a bit too silent for them to be home - it was too early for them to have gone to bed already. But he doubted they would go somewhere and leave Bakura alone... especially this close to his due date.
Yami sighed and carefully got to his feet and moved to finally leave the room... only to stop short as he nearly stumbled over a stuffed elephant. He stared dumbly at it before taking a closer look around the living room. He blinked.
The floor was literally covered in stuffed animals: bears, rabbits, owls, donkeys... a creepy little pink thing that vaguely resembled a pig. They were everywhere.

Yami continued staring at the room in shock for a few long minutes before shaking his head, realizing that Kaiba must have visited, and carefully moving towards the stairs. He�d check on Bakura, reassure him that all was well and that Yami wasn�t lying in a ditch somewhere, then he�d wait until Bakura fell asleep before sneaking over to the nursery.
Yami didn�t know why he wasn�t allowed in the nursery. He vaguely remembered reading about something called a �nesting instinct� but he had been expecting Bakura to steal all the pillows in the house and make himself an actual nest. Instead, Bakura was protecting that room as if he were... well, a mother protecting her child. But there was no child living in the room yet so Yami just couldn�t understand his behavior.
The Pharaoh sighed as he climbed the stairs, pausing as he heard muffled giggles and a few thumps coming from Ryou�s and Yugi�s room. So the hikaris were home after all. He smirked and continued to his and Bakura�s room, opening the door quietly for fear loud noises would make Bakura more upset. But he needn�t have worried.
Bakura was sound asleep, lying on his side and clutching Yami�s pillow, the thick blankets kicked to the floor. Yami smiled fondly. Bakura must have fallen asleep while waiting for him. The Pharaoh carefully closed the door and crossed the hall to the nursery.
The nursery had originally been the master bedroom. It had been claimed by Ryou�s father when he and Ryou (and Bakura, though he hadn�t had his own body then) had first moved to the neighborhood. But since the man was rarely home, and since they had been told it wasn�t a very good idea to keep the baby in their own room, Ryou had allowed them to turn it into a nursery.
Yami stared lovingly at the closed door for a few moments before taking a deep breath and opening it, entering the room. He took a long look at the various items and colors that decorated the place and the furniture he had worked so hard to be able to afford and...
Yami stared.
�Bakura!�

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�How could you do this to me?!�
�Yami, please! Just listen-�
�You knew how hard I worked to buy those things for you and you allow that rich, holier-than-thou bastard to throw it out and replace it with that... that trash!�

Bakura didn�t know what to do. Yami had come crashing into the room, startling him from a deep sleep, and had proceeded to yell at him about things he was too tired - and too upset - to fully understand. What did it matter who gave them the furniture? As long as it was safe and sturdy, what did it matter? Bakura couldn�t understand why Yami was so angry. �Yami, I...� he choked, wringing his hands nervously. He winced as he felt a sudden tightening and frowned worriedly as he rested his hands on his swollen belly.
�I worked my fingers to the bone for you and this is how you repay me?!�
The feeling left and he breathed a sigh of relief before returning his attention to his raging lover. �I-I didn�t,� he stuttered, afraid of how furious Yami was acting. He knew he shouldn't have accepted Kaiba�s gift; he knew how Yami would react when he learned of it. But he had done it anyways. It was just... the furniture Kaiba had bought him was just so perfect.

But that was no excuse for betraying Yami like this.
The tightness returned and he stared helpless towards the door where the hikaris were standing, having been disturbed by the noise. Ryou immediately crossed the room, tying the belt of his robe, and crawled onto the bed next to Bakura. He wrapped his arms tightly around the trembling boy, making soothing sounds in an attempt to calm him.
Yugi, meanwhile, had stalked up to the ranting Pharaoh and slapped him before dragging him out into the hallway, closing the door behind them.

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�That was low, even for you,� Yugi growled as he glared at the still angry Pharaoh. �How could you even think of upsetting him like this? You know what happened last time!�
Yami still felt that his anger was justified. To work so hard and so long for something, just to have some snooty, rich boy come in and effortlessly ruin everything. But what Yugi had said made a great deal of sense; he shouldn�t have taken his anger out on Bakura. He should have taken it out on Kaiba.
But Kaiba wasn�t here and Bakura was and this had made much more sense before he had scared Bakura so badly. He was an idiot and he admitted it. But no one would get him to admit it out loud.
The two continued to glare at each in silence for a few long tense-filled minutes before the bedroom door opened and Ryou poked his head out. �Uh, guys?�
Yugi blinked and turned away from Yami to stare at Ryou in sudden concern. �What�s wrong, Ryou?� he asked worriedly. �Is Bakura all right?�
Ryou glanced quickly back at room before turning to stare at Yami. �Uh, I think he�s in labor.�

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Yami had a headache.
Bakura was in labor - premature labor - and it was all his fault. He should have waited until he had calmed down before speaking with Bakura. But nnnooooooo; he had to go and upset Bakura so badly that something happened. Again. You would think he�d have learned his lesson after the breakdown.
Sometimes Yami wondered if there was something that disrupted the connection between his brain and his mouth, causing him to speak without thinking. That might have been what was causing the headache. And he definitely deserved the headache.
But he was drifting once again and now was not the time to be drifting. Now was the time to be comforting and guiding Bakura in the miracle that was childbirth. Now was the time to be holding Bakura�s hand, watching as their son was brought into this world. Now was the time to... stop staring at the closed bedroom door and actually enter the room where the birth was taking place.
But for some reason, Yami couldn�t move. All he could do was stare helplessly at the door that hid the frantic activity within. He couldn�t even move to the phone to call Isis like Yugi had ordered him to. But that probably didn�t matter; she was a Seer, she would have predicted this. She would be here soon.
Why wasn�t she here yet?!
Yami started panicking... and he started hyperventilating. And he finally managed to move. But he didn�t move towards the door, towards his hurting lover. No, instead he moved rapidly towards the floor as he lost consciousness.

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Pain hurt a hell of a lot worse when it was coming from inside you. Bakura could handle pain. He hated pain but he could handle it. Especially if it was nothing more serious than a broken bone or a stab wound.
But labor pains were something else entirely and he found himself envying all those women who were able to go to the hospital and get pumped full of so many painkillers they were floating and everything was funny.
It had started so simply. A few contractions every once in a while, the occasional kick from his impatient daughter... then sudden white hot pain. Isis hadn�t been kidding when she said labor would come hard and fast. But she could�ve at least told him how damn painful it was! And that the pain came in fucking waves! The pain stopped barely long enough for him to catch his breath before another wave would come along to steal it away again. And why was this room so damn hot?!
�Deep breaths, Bakura. Come on... breathe.�
And why did everyone think breathing was the answer to everything?! Damn hikaris!
�Breathe-�
�The next person who tells me to breathe will be suffocated!� he screamed as he felt a particularly painful contraction and he squeezed the hand that was holding his so hard he thought he heard bones breaking.
Ryou winced as his hand was crushed but he didn�t complain, instead smoothing Bakura�s sweaty hair away from his face. �Ok... ok, Bakura...� he soothed as he glanced down at Yugi who, of the two hikaris, had the hardest job.
He was the one delivering the baby.
Yugi stared nervously at the now soaked and bloody bedding, struggling to remember what Isis had said about labor and child birth.

�Labor, for male child bearers, comes on quickly and sometimes without warning. A birth canal begins forming at the onset - this is the cause of the majority of the pain - and the process can be quite bloody.�

Quite bloody was an understatement. Bakura�s once white bedding was now mostly red. Or at least the bottom half of it.

�Then, the water will break-�

Yugi checked. Yes, it had already broken.

�-and he will feel the urge to push. Do not let him, just yet.�

Bakura wasn�t trying to push. Yugi was confused. If he felt the urge to push, why wasn�t he trying to push? Yugi glanced nervously towards the head of the bed where Bakura was clinging desperately to Ryou and crying. �She can just stay in there! I changed my mind! Tell her to stay in there!�

Yugi blinked. This... was unexpected.

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Yami had regained consciousness. And he was once again staring fearfully at the door... only this time he was seated safely on the floor. He still couldn�t bring himself to open that door and enter the room. But he should have been able to go in there and comfort his lover because... because...
Because Bakura was screaming.
But... at least it wasn�t the heart-wrenching scream that had tortured him just a few months ago. No, the pain that filled these screams was pure intense physical pain. Bakura could handle physical pain a whole lot better than emotional.
But if that was true, why was he still screaming?

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Tense silence filled the previously frantic room before the loud, awe inspiring first cry of a newborn baby echoed through the night.
Yugi smiled happily as he gazed down at the squirming infant he held carefully in his arms. �It�s a girl, Bakura,� he whispered. �You were right; it�s a little girl.�
Bakura stared proudly, albeit tiredly, at his newborn daughter before nervously reaching out to take her from the hikari. �My little girl,� he said quietly as Yugi carefully laid her on his belly, the umbilical cord not long enough to allow him to hold her in his arms. �My beautiful little girl...�
Yugi smiled at them before glancing over at Ryou who had moved to a nearby chair the moment Bakura had released his aching hand. The other hikari was quietly inspecting his hand, stealing quick nervous looks at Bakura and the baby. �Have you decided on a name?�
Bakura sadly shook his head, unable to look away from his baby. �No... Yami refused to even consider the possibility of having a girl.� He sighed, wishing he could hold his daughter in his arms, and suddenly flinched as he felt another contraction. �What-�
Yugi was quick to reassure him. �It�s ok! It�s just the afterbirth,� he said, returning to his place on the bed. �Just one more push and then it�s over.�

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Yami looked up from the floor when he heard the door open. He had been waiting in the hallway for what felt like forever but, judging by his watch, was actually just four hours.
He shook head and stood as he realized Yugi was standing in front of him. And that Yugi was holding a squirming, crying baby in his arms. He was beautiful... even though he was messy and wet and wrapped in one of Bakura�s T-Shirts, he was still beautiful.
Yami nervously reached his arms out to accept his son from Yugi. Yugi hesitated briefly, unsure whether or not Yami knew the correct way to hold a child, but in the end he carefully placed the baby in the Pharaoh�s arms. �Bakura said... that you hadn�t agreed on a name yet. But he chose one he liked,� he said as he watched Yami coo at the baby. �He hopes you don�t mind.�
Yami smiled brightly as he glanced up at Yugi. �Of course I don�t mind!� he said, looking back at the baby. �So, what did he name him?�

Yugi winced slightly before moving closer to Yami in case he passed out again. �Uh... Yami, I�d like you to meet Kanika. Your daughter.�

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Yami had taken the news of the baby�s gender surprisingly well. He had not passed out immediately as Yugi had feared. Instead, he had carefully placed Kanika safely back in the arms of her uncle Yugi and stepped away. Then he had passed out.
Yugi sighed as he gazed down at his niece. �Your daddy is so silly, oh yes he is,� he cooed as he returned to the room where Bakura slept. Finally, after several long stressful months, they could finally put the pregnancy behind them.
And Yugi could only pray that they were ready for the challenges ahead.

~Owari~
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