Despair Assassin

He blushed and slipped the ring on his finger. “You’re so sappy…you know that?” he mumbled.  “N-Not that It bothers me.” he took a page from her book and went and ripped some bread off to eat it to cover up his embarrassment. He glanced at the menu.  “….I love you too.” he muttered quietly. 

“I-I love you too…!”

She smiled after a moment, before getting her spoon and drinking some of the soup. One hand opened the menu to look, before pointing out a specific entree.

“Lady and the Tramp Special. Toasted raviolis surrounding a handcrafted pile of spaghetti to share with a loved one, the raviolis shaped in a heart. That sounds really good for a meal… And it’s expensive, since you want to order expensive.”

“Yup, i’m ready.”

He’d dressed himself up in a suit, he had a red tie to match his hair. He had with him the package that Momoko had given him earlier in the day. He crawled into the passenger’s seat. 

Italian huh? She was really going all out. He chuckled when she said he could buy whatever he wanted. 

“I’ll order the 3 most expensive things I can find on the menu for appetizer, meal and dessert. Not that it would make a dent in your bank account, but i’ll do it just to see the look on the waiters face when kids whip out that kind of money.” 

“Hehe, I kind of want to see their face too!”

She giggled softly; kissing his cheek before handing in the reservation. They were lead to a more secluded area with rather fancy candlelit lighting. It seemed that a joint appetizer of bread and the soup-of-the-day was already selected by Momoko (potato and cheese, it seemed), as both were brought out immediately with a rather fancily ported bottle of soda, just for them.

“Hiro-kun… You can open the box now. Before the waiter comes over for our official appetizers.”

Momoko was excited, it seemed, her napkin floating downward gracefully to cover her lap. Delicate hands placed the pink clutch on the floor at her feet; blue eyes trailing to meet his golden hues.

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“Ready to go?”

Momoko smiled; wearing a pale pink dress with lace accents, pale pink lacy flats, and holding a pink clutch. Her necklace and ring were rather ornate and obviously showed her familial wealth, but at the same time seemed simple and pulled the entire ensemble together.

“We’re going to have Italian tonight! You can get whatever you want! I’m paying.”

She led him to the car, climbing into the driver’s seat. Once they’d arrived; she climbed out and intertwined her arm with his, smiling happily at him.

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She was worried. Really worried. How could she tell him…? He was watching her. She’d called him to the park after all - it was a safe place. A public place. He wanted to know what. Hiro deserved to know. After all… This wasn’t only her problem, in the end. If you could even call this a ‘problem’.

“A-Aah… Hiro-kun… W-We…”

No, ‘we’ was too strong. He might… Leave…( No, Hiro isn’t like that - she had to remind herself. )

“I… I’m…”

The words clogged her throat; her entire body beginning to shake.

The nerves were getting to her. She had to say it. But blurting it out loudly was not a good idea. With shaking fingers, she took his hand and guided it to her stomach; underneath her shirt, palm flat against the currently-flat expanse of skin. Within the following months the skin would stretch, and she would be definitely heavier than she was now.

“I-I… R-Remember… About a w-week ago… How we…”

Her face burned, not wanting to say ‘made love’ - it was too embarrassing to admit. They’d been together for what felt like forever and yet she still couldn’t say such words. There were jokes, teasing, and a couple pictures that both parties would probably regret stupidly taking in the future; but nothing more than that until… A week ago.

“W-Well… I-I…”

He kind of got the point before she even said it, from her movements and the way she was talking. He stood there and waited for her to actually get the words out before he said anything. He trembled a bit, it all riding over him at once…