#host--ofthering

Bakura rarely got ill and when she did she would be out of commission for a day or two at most and then she’d be better. She never got ill for extended periods of time. So after two whole weeks of throwing up every morning and subsequently being late into work, she was getting annoyed and her bosses were getting concerned. 

After they had a talk with her, the wife had gone out for a while, coming back with a small bag, telling Bakura to go home and ‘take these tests’ and that they’d cover her shift for the day, even offering to lighten her work load. Bakura left more than a little confused. She got home to an empty apartment, Ryou still out doing his own thing. 

To being with Bakura ignored the bag her boss had given her, instead laying on the sofa, a hand over her stomach which for some reason was giving her no end of trouble of late. She stayed like that for at least an hour, just staring up at the ceiling and getting steadily more bored. 

Giving up she got up, snatching up the bag she’d been given. Sitting down at the kitchen table she opened the bag up and emptied it out onto the table. Two boxes fell out onto the table before her, one a light blue and the other purple, frowning at them she turned the boxes over so the fronts were facing her, almost immediately dropping them as she read the words on their fronts. Pregnancy Test. Bakura pushed the boxes away as she stood up, the chair clattering as it fell to the floor behind her. Could that even be possible, shakily she brought her hands to her stomach, she was so used to thinking of herself as a Spirit, as a demon she often forgot her body was human.

“Fuck... fuck... this can’t be real...” She mumbled as she started pacing, tugging at her hair. Her mind alight with all the ways her having a child could go wrong. Paranoia rearing it’s ugly head telling her that Ryou wouldn’t even want her child. Shakily she walked back over to the table, opening the boxes she stood, body tense as she read the instructions given in each box. It was simple enough, pee on the stick and wait. Grabbing a few tests from each box she walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She started pacing again, staring at the items in her hands trying to gather up the courage to just take the damned tests. 

After almost dropping the tests a few times she put them down, bracing herself on the bathroom sink, staring at herself in the mirror before taking a steadying breath and picking up the first test. 

By the time the front door opened, announcing Ryou’s return, Bakura had done all the tests she’d taken with her and was stood there staring at the results. All positive. She’d dropped them all onto the counter beside her, bracing herself on the sink again. Shakily reaching over she unlocked the bathroom door, waiting for the inevitable. 

“Bakura?” Ryou called out, be it at the noise or at the presence of her coat by the door she didn’t know. Staying silent she waited, she could hear him moving around. Going into the living room first, probably dropping his stuff off before he moved over to the kitchen. That’s when he stopped moving. Bakura held her breath, her mind already going to the worst. 

His rushed steps heralded the sound of the door to her side being thrown open. “Bakura?!” She looked at him in the mirror, the boxes were held in his hands. Silently she gestured to the tests on the counter, expecting him to get mad, to deny this, to demand she get rid of the child. Who could want her child, the child of a murderous thief. Who could want her in their lives, tied together by a child.

She jolted slightly as his arms wrapped around her from behind, his hands coming to rest on her stomach. “You’re pregnant.” He spoke as if it was the best thing, no harshness to his voice. Staring at him through the mirror Bakura could only nod her head, this didn’t make sense to her. Sure he always told her he loved her but Bakura always had trouble believing it. No one could really love her, not in her mind. 

Looking at his reflection, seeing only love as he looked at her stomach, holding her close, she could believe that this was real. In that moment she felt like maybe, just maybe this would work, so long as he was there with her.