The Cruelty and Fairness of
Fate
by Crawlspace
~ Chapter 28: Home ~
The bristles of the broom scraped
lightly along the path, playing chase with an errant piece of paper. Minako laughed quietly at her little game as
the broom finally captured the paper and brushed it off to the side with the
other debris.
It was a warm Thursday evening, and
Minako was enjoying being outside, even though she’d been left to finish the
remainder of the light work to close up the shrine. Leaning against her broom, she let out a sigh
and surveyed the front yard. It looked
pretty good, if she did say so herself, and this was a
nice change of pace from the hecticness of work and
school that followed her around during the week. Not that she was complaining about any of
it. She was having too much fun to do
that.
“Hey now, no slacking off,” came
Rei’s chiding voice from behind her.
Minako stood straight and turned
around, a smirk on her features. “I
could say the same to you. You do know
you have to use soap when you wash the dishes, right?”
“Ha!
Those dishes are so clean they squeak,” returned Rei with a smug
grin. She hefted the bag that was over
her shoulder up a bit higher and added, “They’re drying. I’ll put them away when I get back from Ami
and Mako-chan’s.”
Minako nodded, then
asked, “What’s in the bag?”
Rei reached into her bag and pulled
out a small oil burner and one of the little scented oil bottles they sold at
the charm booth. “Those classes we went
to were all well and good, and they’ve got the right idea with the breathing
and visualization, but their way is more likely to have Mako-chan
hyperventilating than anything else. So,
now, I’m going to teach her how to do it the right way.”
With a smile, Minako teased, “How
good of you to do that for her.”
Rei nodded. “Yes, it is.
Besides, I’m hoping it’ll work as a good distraction, since Ami said
Mako-chan’s been cranky as hell all afternoon. Well, she didn’t exactly use those words, but
that’s what she wanted to say. But she
did say Mako-chan has decided that if she has one more contraction that isn’t
actual labor between now and when she delivers, she’s going to kill someone.”
“Poor Mako-chan,” sympathized
Minako with a chuckle.
“More like poor Ami,” replied
Rei. “If I didn’t know her better, I’d
swear this whole ‘research’ thing she has to do tonight is just an excuse to
get away for a few hours.” Rei laughed
and shook her head. “But whatever the
reason, it’ll be one more thing she can cross off her list. And I need to get going. I’ll see you in a few hours,” she said as she
stepped up to Minako and kissed her lips lightly.
Minako waved as Rei walked away and
disappeared down the stairs. As she
finished cleaning up, she wondered how late Artemis would be out tonight. He’d seemed in an awful hurry when he’d left
after dinner. Her smile growing, Minako
murmured to herself, “I guess even those two can’t fight their destinies.”
The tap of footsteps on stone caught
Minako’s attention, and she turned around with a teasing grin on her face,
ready to poke at Rei about whatever she’d forgotten. The grin faded quickly, however, when she saw
the man standing there. Her hands gripping
the broom handle tightly, she said in quiet surprise, “Daddy?”
“Minako,” he said by way of
greeting. He cleared his throat
nervously and stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “How have you been?”
“Okay,” she answered faintly. For a moment, her feet fidgeted, then she said more clearly, “I’ve been okay. Everything’s been going pretty well.”
“Good, good,” her father replied,
nodding his head. “I’m glad to hear
that. You’re still going to school?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. That’s an important thing.” He took a breath. “So... yes. Well…”
“I got a new job, too,” blurted
Minako quickly. Her fingers twisted
around the broom handle as she continued to speak at a rapid pace. “It’s at a production company, but I don’t
really do much other than copying stuff, and getting coffee, and I follow
Colleen around a lot and help her with stuff.
Oh, and Tuesday I stayed late and got sandwiches for the last minute
meeting that was going on. But that’s
what I’m supposed to do, so it wasn’t really a big deal, and if I stay late
sometimes I leave early the next night, so it all evens out. And my boss-boss is pretty nice, even if he
can’t remember my name and calls me ‘New Girl’ all the time. Colleen’s great, you’d probably like her. She’s American, but her stepdad
is Japanese, and she’s lived here since she was seven, so she’s really more
Japanese than American, and my English is better than hers.” Minako took a deep breath. Her mouth opened to continue, but slowly
closed again. There was so much she
wanted to say, but she didn’t want to say the wrong thing, and there was so much
that could be the wrong thing.
The elder Aino listened and tried to
keep up with his daughter as she spoke.
When she paused, he could feel an awkwardness settling over them. He sighed and let his eyes close, letting the
words fall from his lips before he had a chance to second guess them. “I’m glad you’re happy, Minako. Really I am.
Adult or not, you’re still my child, and I was concerned about
you.” His eyes opened again, and he
looked directly at her. “But just
because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll sit back and
pretend to approve of all of what you’re doing.
I do want you to have a good life, though, and I…” He faltered for a moment, his hands balling
into fists in his pockets. He cleared
his throat and looked down at his feet as the words rushed out. “I would like to know that you’re okay, and
also when you’re not. So if you would
tell me from time to time, I would appreciate it. Though, if you need to call me, it would be
best if you did at the office. We both
know how your mother is, and regardless of what she may be feeling… Well, she just doesn’t forgive easily.”
Minako stared at her father through
tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes. “Daddy, I…”
“Do you still have your key?”
The question was sudden and brought
her father’s nervous eyes back up to hers.
Minako hesitated, the question clear on her face. “My house key?” At her father’s nod, she went on, “Yes, I
still have it. I suppose you want it
back?”
“No,” he answered with a shake of
his head. “I just wanted to make sure
you still had it. I’m taking your mother
out of town next weekend, and I thought you’d like to come by and pick up
anything you might’ve left behind. I
know you couldn’t have brought everything you’d want with you. And it’s all still in the awful state you
left it in.”
“Um, yeah, I did leave some stuff,”
answered Minako. “Thank you. And, um, I’m sorry about the mess.”
They stood in silence for several
seconds, neither exactly sure what to do or say. Then, without any warning, Minako’s father
stepped forward and put his arms around her.
Minako stood against him, too shocked to move, as his arms tightened and
then released her. He took several steps
further back than before and spoke hurriedly.
“I have to leave,” he said as he
began to turn away. “Your mother’s
expecting me, and I don’t want to be too late.”
As he walked quickly away from the
shrine, Minako could only stare after him, her hands never loosening their grip
on the broom.
When Rei got home a few hours later,
she was greeted by her grandfather with the news of their earlier visitor. Worried and more than a little angry and
annoyed, Rei hurried around to her room, where she found Minako sitting on the
porch outside.
Quietly, Rei sat beside her and
stared up at the same stars Minako’s gaze was fixed on. “Hey,” she said softly. “How are you doing?”
Minako looked down at her hands and
the keychain she was holding. “My dad
came to see me.”
“I heard,” answered Rei. She put her arm around Minako’s shoulders and
the blonde rested her head against her.
“What did he say?”
Minako grinned a little. “That he was worried about me and wanted to
how I was. And that he still loves me.”
Rei stiffened and had to force
herself not to say the first things that popped into her mind.
Feeling Rei’s reaction, Minako set
aside the keys and took Rei’s hand. She
played with her fingers as she said, “I know how you feel about this, Rei, but
please just let me have it. I didn’t
think he’d ever speak to me again, and my mom probably won’t. He’ll never approve of me, but he doesn’t
hate me either. And I don’t think he’ll
be angry forever. That’s all I want
right now.”
Rei took a deep breath and nodded
her head. “I know, Mina, and I’m glad
you’ve got at least that.”
Minako gave Rei’s hand a squeeze in thanks,
and then she asked, “So, how was Mako-chan?”
With a smirk, Rei answered, “Pretty
much exactly as Ami described. She’s
ready for this to be over. As if the next 20 years are going to be any easier.”
Minako smiled and snuggled closer to
Rei’s side. For a while longer, they sat
and talked, enjoying the warmth of each other and the clear night.
*
* *
The sound of pens scratching against
test papers was the dominant one in the classroom. Every now and then, it would be offset by a
foot scuffling or a chair creaking as one of the students shifted. Yukiko was used to these sounds and could
easily ignore them as she graded the homework assignments her students had
handed in that day. What she was having
a hard time ignoring, and what was making her crazy in the process, was the
silent, almost constant fidgeting coming from what had once been her calmest,
most focused pupil.
Yukiko let out a sigh and turned
over another paper. When Kino had left,
she had been so relieved she hadn’t even minded Keiko’s giggles at her
expense. The girl was gone and could now
give birth properly in an elevator or taxi cab rather than in her
classroom. Because of that, Yukiko had
walked into school last Monday completely relaxed for the first time since the
start of the trimester.
Then Mizuno had happened.
Every midmorning and afternoon,
Mizuno had taken to checking up on her girlfriend. Keiko thought it was sweet and cute. Yukiko figured she would have also if the
afternoon call hadn’t wound up during the break in the double period she had
with Mizuno’s class. The girl almost
seemed to expect something to be wrong when she called home, and her bearing
near the end of their first period would reflect that. Then, after she’d made her call and assured
herself all was well, the relief she felt was palpable and showed in the small
smile she wore for the rest of class.
Those swings in her behavior were making Yukiko jumpy as hell. Especially today, because when she’d come
back to class, Mizuno hadn’t been smiling.
Yukiko’s foot tapped anxiously
against her chair as her peripheral vision picked up Mizuno’s movements. The girl looked up from her test to the clock
on the side wall. She started chewing on
her lip as she looked back down. Her pen
jittered nervously in her fingers as she looked back up and down again, as if
more than 20 seconds had passed. She sat
up straighter and stared at her paper for a full 30 seconds before her pen went
into her mouth and she looked back up at the clock.
Without conscious effort, the red
pen Yukiko was using wound up between her teeth and she bit down hard. A foul, metallic taste filled her mouth and
she grimaced, cursing silently. Her pen
fell to her desk as she barked out, “Mizuno!”
Every head in the room immediately
snapped up. Ami sat frozen in her seat,
her eyes wide as she stared at her teacher.
Finally, she managed to stutter out, “Yes, Kume-sensei?”
After a deep, calming breath, Yukiko
asked, “Are you done with your test?”
Ami swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Are all of the questions answered
fully to your satisfaction?”
“Yes, sensei.”
“Then would you bring it up here,
please?”
Ami nodded and rose slowly from her
seat. She tried to ignore the stares of
the other students and the embarrassed flush she felt in her cheeks.
As Ami stopped in front of her desk,
Yukiko looked around her and glared at the others who were still watching
them. “Since everyone’s stopped writing,
I’m going to assume the rest of you are done also.”
Every set of eyes snapped back down
to their tests. All
except for one. Yuu kept his head down and his pen against his paper, but
his focus was on Mizuno’s back and the quiet conversation going on in front of
him.
Yukiko focused back on the girl in
front of her and the papers she was being handed. Taking them, she leaned forward and gestured
for Ami to do the same. Ami looked a bit
puzzled by this, but did as requested and leaned in over the desk.
With her chin propped in her palm,
Yukiko asked quietly, “You couldn’t get a hold of her, right?”
Ami’s cheeks flushed a brighter pink
and her eyes fell to some spot on the desktop.
“No, sensei,” she answered in an equally quiet tone.
Yukiko nodded slightly. “And it’s making you a
little nuts, isn’t it?”
Ami shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to be disruptive.
It’s just, she isn’t by herself, and it’s odd that no one answered the
phone. I’m sorry.”
Lifting her head so she could wave
her hand dismissively, Yukiko answered, “Don’t look so concerned about it,
Mizuno. Are you sure you’re done with
this?”
Ami nodded at the papers her teacher
held up.
“Then go,” said Yukiko. “Class is almost over, so make your call and
reassure yourself. Then come back and
reassure me.”
Ami looked up and smiled thankfully
at her teacher. “Thank you,” she said.
Yukiko waved her off and sat back in
her chair. She slumped down a bit and
let out another sigh as Mizuno retrieved her cell phone and hurried out of the
room. Yukiko didn’t know how much longer
she had until Kino delivered. Keiko
refused to tell her no matter how she tried to wheedle the information from
her. She just hoped it was soon, because
she didn’t think she could handle too many more missed phone calls.
As had become her recent habit, Ami
walked to the side door closest to her classroom. Once outside, she pushed the speed dial
button that would connect her to Makoto and held her phone to her ear, a concentrated frown appearing on her face as she listened to it
ring.
On the fourth ring, Makoto picked
up. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said. Then, knowing she’d missed their regular call
and that this would have worried Ami, added, “I’m sorry I missed you last time. I swear I’m okay, though, and that
everything’s fine.”
Ami let out a relieved breath at
hearing Makoto’s voice. Just for a
moment – well, perhaps more than just one – she’d been certain something had
gone wrong. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she
said calmly and honestly. “It’s unusual
that no one would answer when I call, though.
My imagination was beginning to conjure all sorts of terrible
scenarios.”
“I’m sorry. Really I am,” answered Makoto, sounding
contrite. Then, with a smile creeping
into her voice, “I’d ask what sort of scenarios you were conjuring, but I’m
more curious about why you’re calling me and not taking your AP test.”
Ami grinned a bit self-consciously
as she answered, “I was being more outwardly nervous than I realized after I
finished the test. Rather than checking
my answers, I’m afraid I was making Kume-sensei as
jumpy as I was. She kicked me out and
told me to do what I needed to do to calm myself before coming back to class to
reassure her there was nothing to be jumpy about.”
Makoto chuckled, pretty certain that
if Ami had really been in trouble with the teacher, they wouldn’t be speaking
to each other right now. “First I get
you in trouble with your mother, and now I’ve gotten you kicked out of
class. I think I’ve been a bad
influence.”
“Of course you have,” answered Ami
matter-of-factly, but with a smile. “That’s
why I like you so much.” She listened to
Makoto laugh at that, and then said, “Now it’s your turn. What were all of you doing when I called?”
“We went for a walk,” answered
Makoto. She shifted, and Ami heard the
chair creak at the same time the school bell rang behind her. “Bug’s in a bad position or something,” went
on Makoto. “I thought maybe if I walked
around for a bit, I could jostle him enough to get this backache to go
away. So, we went around the block. Only it took longer than I remember it
taking, and when we got back, the message light on the machine was blinking.”
“Did it help at all,” asked Ami, that niggle of concern
sneaking back in. “And don’t tell me it
did if it didn’t, because I’ll know you’re lying and worry even more.”
“It helped,” answered Makoto with no
hesitation. “I think part of the problem
was me sitting in one spot for too long and not moving anything but my
toes. Luna and Artemis tried really hard
to talk me out of going, though. You’d
have been proud.”
Ami smiled,
a quiet laugh escaping. “I’m sure. What are you doing now?”
“Right now, I’m sitting here in my
nightshirt and trying to decide what level of laziness I’m going to
achieve. General Laziness,” listed
Makoto, and Ami was certain she was using her fingers to count off as she
talked, “which is me crashing in bed with a book until you get home. Super Laziness, which includes the rest of
the mint chip in the freezer, the TV remote, and me
crashing in bed until you get home. Or
Super Duper Laziness, which includes all of the above plus a nice soak in a
moderately hot tub.”
“You’re going to pick number three,”
said Ami sagely.
“Good guess,” replied Makoto with a
laugh. “And I guess, now that that’s
been settled, I should say goodbye and give you back to your teachers.”
“I suppose,” answered Ami, nodding
her head.
“I love you, sweetie. And don’t worry about me so much. I’m fine.”
“I know,” said Ami, a warm smile
spreading on her face. “I’ll see you
when I get home. I…”
She had started to turn towards the
door, preparing to end her call the way she always did. Instead, she froze midsentence
as her eyes locked on to those of the boy standing at the top of the
steps. She hadn’t heard him come out at
all, didn’t have any idea how long he’d been there watching and listening. Her heart sped up as her eyes held on to Yuu’s, and quietly, her voice steady and firm, she said to
Makoto, “I love you, too.”
Neither one of them blinked. Ami’s call ended, and she turned off her
phone without ever once looking down or away.
Yuu didn’t frown, or smile, or give any
reaction at all to Ami’s precise movements.
His face remained expressionless even as the smile Ami had worn swiftly
turned to a line that wasn’t quite a frown.
They stood like that for several long moments, neither
moving or speaking, only staring at each other.
She wasn’t sure how much time had
passed when Yuu broke eye contact by turning away
from her. His movements were easy and
casual, one hand resting in his pocket as the other opened the door, as if he
hadn’t just stood there and pinned her with one of the most eerily intense
stares she’d ever been subjected to. Ami
blinked a few times, not at all able to interpret what had just happened or
what she had seen in those brown eyes.
The whole thing had just been… odd.
Out of time, and not really wanting
to think about it anymore, Ami walked back inside. All she wanted now was to finish the day and
go back home.
*
* *
Back in her nightshirt after a long
soak in the tub, and with a pair of thick, fuzzy socks on her feet to keep her
toes warm, Makoto was lying in bed when Ami came home. Luna and Artemis heard the girl’s footsteps
before Makoto did, and Artemis lifted his head and blinked sleepily over
Makoto’s side as the bedroom door was opened.
Luna was already standing and stretching in the V formed by Makoto’s
knees when Ami walked in.
“You all look rather comfortable,”
said Ami softly as she sat on the edge of the bed closest to Makoto.
“We are,” answered Makoto with a
lazy grin. “You should join us for a
while. We’ve got a few hours before
Usagi gets here.”
Ami smiled at her and ran a finger
lightly over the arm that held one pillow to Makoto’s chest. “That sounds like a good offer. Let me take care of one thing first, and then
I’ll come back. It won’t take long.”
Makoto nodded, then reached for the
hand against her arm and held it briefly to her lips. “Okay,” she answered as her fingers played
with Ami’s.
Artemis, realizing he was going to
be moved sooner rather than later, stood from his spot against Makoto’s back
and meandered down to the end of the bed.
He picked a new spot against the front of Makoto’s legs and lay down
next to Luna as Ami stood to leave.
Sometime later, after the four of
them had resettled and were lying comfortably in the dim, early evening light,
they heard the front door open. Usagi’s
voice drifted into the room, announcing her arrival with Chibi-usa. The cats were the first up, and they jumped
down from the foot of the bed to go and greet the newcomers.
Ami’s hand was warm against Makoto’s
back, and when its gentle movement didn’t stop, Makoto sighed just a bit
wistfully. A half-smirk forming, she
said, “I suppose we should get up now.
So you aren’t late for class. Not
to mention it would be pretty rude to just ignore our guests.”
“Mmm,”
murmured Ami from behind Makoto, and without even having to look, Makoto knew a
contemplative frown had appeared. Then
Ami said, “Perhaps I should stay home tonight.”
“Will you keep rubbing my back?” joked Makoto.
Her tone sincere, Ami answered, “If
that’s what you want.”
Makoto shook her head and maneuvered
onto her back so she could see Ami. “I
was kidding,” she said with a kind smile.
“I don’t want you missing school just because I have a few aches. And as much as I would like to keep you here
all to myself, what I want is for you to go to class and learn all sorts of
really important stuff. That way, you can
get into the best med school on the planet, become a world famous doctor, and
have everyone adore you as much as I do because you cured all sorts of terrible
things like runny noses and chicken pox.”
A soft grin formed on Ami’s lips,
and she nodded slowly. “All right. I suppose
everything will be okay here, with Chibi-usa around to keep all of you in
line.”
Makoto huffed in amusement. Then, as she moved to sit up on the side of
the bed, she grimaced and said, “Well, things will be okay. Once I get this task with Usagi over and done
with. I can’t believe I’m about to do
this after all the times I swore I never would.”
Ami’s grin widened, and she
answered, “It’s not all that bad a thing, Mako-chan. And you still refused to use the canned
icing, so it isn’t a complete compromise of your values.” The grin she wore turned to giggles at the
affronted look Makoto shot her.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,”
returned Makoto, her glare only half serious.
“Just remember you think this isn’t so bad the next time you want
chocolate and I pull out another box of cake mix instead of the real thing.”
Rei stood outside her bedroom door,
rattling the car keys she’d just retrieved.
The downside to Minako’s new job, she lamented silently, was the amount
of time it took away from other things.
Things like the date they’d had planned for Saturday night. However, her boss, bless his yen-pinching
heart, preferred to give Minako her time back rather than pay her
overtime. So Saturday’s date was
rescheduled to tonight.
Rei tossed the keys up and caught
them in a tight grip. “We’re going to be
late!” she called through the closed door.
“It doesn’t start till
She pursed her lips and tried again,
shooting back, “We won’t get good seats!”
Minako opened the door and stepped
out onto the porch. “It’s Monday night,
Rei. No one goes to the movies on Monday
night.”
“We do,” smirked
Rei.
Minako grinned and looped her arm
through Rei’s. “We’re special.”
Hotaru hurried ahead of Haruka, the
small bag from the camera shop held tightly in one of her hands. They had to pass the bakery on the way back
to the car, and her papa had promised they’d stop in before they left for
home. All of their after dinner errands
were done now, and Hotaru knew just what she wanted to take home for everyone’s
dessert.
A few steps ahead of Haruka, Hotaru
stopped on the sidewalk outside the bakery window to wait for her. The cheese cake was sitting on display, a
layer of cherries decorated with puffs of whipped cream covering its top. Hotaru licked her lips in anticipation.
A moment later, Haruka came up
behind her. Smiling over her daughter’s
head, she asked, “Are you sure that’s what we should get?”
Hotaru nodded enthusiastically.
“All right. Let’s go,” she said. With Hotaru beside her, Haruka opened the
door, and the scent of baking chocolate and other sweet things wafted over them
as they went inside.
She could hear Usagi over at the
counter quietly counting the number of strokes as she stirred the chocolaty
mixture in her bowl. Beside her at the
table, Chibi-usa carefully held the bottle of red food coloring over the icing
she had mixed up and very slowly squeezed out the number of drops she’d been
told would make pink. Makoto grinned and
finished placing the paper cups in the second cupcake pan. This actually hadn’t been so bad, after all.
“Okay, Mako-chan, I’m done,” called
Usagi.
“All right, next step,” answered
Makoto. She stood slowly, her movements
awkward as she found her balance.
Picking up the two cupcake pans, she walked the few feet to Usagi and set
them on the counter. “Fill each one
evenly, up to here,” she instructed.
“The pre-heat light’s off, so after you do
that, put them in the oven. Don’t forget
to set the timer. And then, when they’re
done, while we wait for them to cool, whatever’s left over in the bowl is
ours.”
Usagi mirrored the grin her tutor
was wearing and followed her instructions.
“Hey, Mako-chan,” said
Chibi-usa. She pushed aside the bowl she
was done with and looked over at the older girl as she asked, “Can we spend the
night tonight?”
Makoto leaned back against the
counter and smiled at the girl. “But
it’s a school night. No sleepovers on
school night’s, I’m afraid.”
“You don’t have to go to school,
though,” returned Chibi-usa. “It won’t
hurt if we miss one day so someone can stay here with you.”
“Luna and Artemis will be here,”
answered Makoto. “I think I can make do
with them.”
“Please, Mako-chan. We could give them the day off,” continued
the little girl.
Usagi, after closing the oven door,
decided to insert herself into the conversation by walking over to Chibi-usa
and whapping her on the head with a potholder.
“Don’t be a pest. She already
told you no.”
Chibi-usa cringed under the assault,
then shot Usagi an indignant glare. Standing on her chair so they were eye to
eye, she said, “I know what she said.
But I want to stay, so I asked again.
That doesn’t mean I was being a pest, and it doesn’t mean you have to
hit me for it.”
Usagi waved the potholder
dismissively. “That was hardly a
hit. Besides, you were being a
pest.” She waved the potholder over in
Makoto’s direction. “See, look, she’s in
pain just from having to list… en… Um… Mako-chan? Are you okay?”
Usagi’s voice quieted quickly as her
eyes widened in surprise and concern.
Makoto’s eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were pressed into a pale,
thin line. One of her hands gripped the
edge of the counter to the point her knuckles were turning white, while the
other arm held her middle. The small
whimper that escaped as she tried to suck in a breath pushed Usagi passed her
initial second of confused panic, and the blonde hurried to her friend’s side.
She knew Usagi was beside her, and
that it was her hands on her shoulder and stroking her arm. Makoto also knew what was happening,
regardless of the fact that she’d been told just two days ago that she wouldn’t
deliver for at least another week. She
was shaking her head, some part of her still trying to deny it, even as the
words passed her lips. “That was a real
one.”
“A real what?” questioned Usagi
uncertainly, not quite ready to accept the inevitable.
Makoto turned her head to look at
Usagi and said, “A contraction. They’ve
been a little more regular, but I didn’t think…
I’m in labor.”
Usagi let out a nervous laugh and
began to shake her head. “No, that can’t
be right. It’s the 5th. You’re not due until the 14th,”
she said logically. “So that can’t be
what it is. What’d you have for dinner?”
Makoto stared at her in
disbelief. “Usagi,
that was not my dinner.”
“Well, it has to be something,”
argued the blonde. She looked down at
Chibi-usa, who now stood halfway between them and the chair she’d been on. “It’s something else, right?”
The little girl bit her lip and
looked down, not answering.
“Chibi-usa,” said Makoto
calmly. “Answer her, please.”
Chibi-usa dug her toe into the floor
as she said softly, “Tomorrow.”
Makoto paled at that word and its
implications. “What time tomorrow?”
Chibi-usa shrugged her
shoulders. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t happen until tomorrow.”
Usagi continued to shake her
head. “Un un, no. It’s too
soon. Ami has a plan and everything, and
none of it starts until Friday. Besides,
she said it wouldn’t happen until the 17th, and Ami is never
wrong.”
“Well, she is this time!” bit out
Makoto as another contraction tore through her.
Usagi may have been in deep denial,
but she stayed beside Makoto, talking to her and trying to get her to breathe
through it, just the way they’d been taught.
When it passed, Makoto opened her eyes.
Her breathing was hard, but she still managed to get out a command for
Usagi. “Call Ami. Now.”
The noise had no real
directionality. At least, to Rei it
didn’t. If it hadn’t been for the very
distinctive ring tone, she would have been glad to be annoyed with the couple
two rows ahead of them for leaving their cell phones on. Instead, as the sound of Sailor V finishing
off one of her enemies emanated from Minako’s sweater pocket, she sunk down in
her seat and tried to pretend it wasn’t them.
“You know, you’re supposed to turn
that off before the movie starts,” muttered Rei as Minako finally pulled the
phone from her pocket.
Seemingly oblivious to the death
stares they were getting from the group on their right,
Minako whispered back, “I usually do.
Guess it’s a good thing I forgot to this time, huh?” She hit the answer button on the phone, but
before she could even say hello, Usagi’s panicked voice came roaring through.
“I know you’re on a date, and I’m
sorry, but she’s in labor, and I can’t get a hold of Ami!” rambled out Usagi at
a rapid fire pace. “She’s in class, so
Luna won’t let me use the communicators, but she won’t answer her phone, and
Luna told me to call you instead since I couldn’t get her, and… Help!”
They’d left their seats among the
annoyed grumbles of the other moviegoers as soon as they heard Usagi’s
voice. They were halfway through the
lobby when that last plea made Minako reflexively pull
the phone from her ear to save her hearing.
“We’re closer to Ami than
Mako-chan,” thought Rei out loud. “Get
her, then go to the apartment?”
Minako nodded, then
said into the phone, “Try and stay calm, Usagi.
It won’t take us long to get there.
Can she wait long enough for us to pick up Ami first?”
Usagi started to answer, but was cut
off by someone shouting something to her from across the apartment. Minako couldn’t make out what was said,
though she did think she heard the words ‘damn’ and ‘water’, but Usagi’s answer
came through loud and clear.
“What do you mean it broke?” called
back Usagi. “Well then, fix it!”
Minako took a deep breath and looked
at Rei. “I think we’re going to need a
plan B.”
Hotaru watched from the passenger
seat as Haruka clicked open her cell phone with a practiced ease.
“Hi, Michiru,” answered the
blonde. “You’ve got great timing. Any later and you would have missed us. We just passed Sagawa’s and should be home in
about 15 minutes.”
“What does she want us to get?”
asked Hotaru curiously.
Haruka shrugged one shoulder, then said into the phone, “Why do I have to pull over? I can drive and talk at the same time. Just tell me what it is you want me to pick
up.” Haruka sighed and paused for
several seconds, blowing air through her lips.
As they stopped at a red light, she went on, “Okay, I pulled over. What?
Why?”
Hotaru raised her eyebrows,
wondering what was being said on the other end.
Then she began to giggle as Haruka frowned and handed her the phone.
“Your mother wants to talk to you.”
Still grinning, Hotaru took the
phone. “Hi,
Michiru-mama. Well, we were stopped,
but the light changed and we’re starting to drive again. Okay.”
Hotaru held the phone away from her and looked up at Haruka. “Michiru-mama says she’s glad you like the
couch so much since that’s where you’re going to be sleeping for the next month.”
Haruka rolled her eyes and finally
gave in. Muttering her annoyance under
her breath, she flipped on her turn signal and pulled out of traffic. When the car was safely parked on the side,
Hotaru gave back the phone. “Okay,” said
Haruka, “I really did pull over this time.
Now will you tell me what it is you couldn’t tell me while I was
driving?”
It all happened rather quickly after
that. Hotaru watched as her papa’s eyes
went wide and her hand clenched tight around the steering wheel. After a rushed, “Are you sure?” and “We’ll
meet you there,” her papa tumbled the phone at her without fully closing it and
threw the car into gear. Hotaru didn’t
have time to check and see if anything was coming at them before Haruka made an
illegal U-turn across four lanes of traffic.
However, the screeching of tires and blaring of horns let her know that,
yes, there had indeed been traffic heading at them. She gripped her seat and closed her eyes,
because while she had absolute confidence in her papa’s driving skills, Hotaru
wasn’t quite so trusting of the rest of
After several seconds, Hotaru opened
her eyes. There were no flashing lights
or sirens chasing them down, and even though they were passing the other
drivers at a rate Haruka generally saved for the race track, Hotaru felt secure
enough to ask a few questions. “What’s
happening? Where are we meeting
Michiru-mama?”
“At the hospital,” answered Haruka,
never taking her eyes off the road. “After we pick up Mako-chan.
Looks like that kid of hers decided to make his appearance a little
early.”
“She’s having the baby?” said
Hotaru, instantly perking up. “Now?”
“Yep,” replied Haruka right before
she slammed her hand against her horn to get the guy driving his Mercedes at
the speed limit out of the passing lane.
Sinking into her seat a bit, Hotaru
left Haruka alone so she could concentrate on the course ahead of her and
reached for the cell phone that had fallen at her feet. “We were supposed to have another day,” she
muttered under her breath as she dialed quickly and fidgeted until Michiru
answered. “It’s me. I’m glad you didn’t leave yet. No, we’re still in the car, but we should be
there soon. I just need you to get my
bag for me. It’s got my cameras and
everything in it. No, it’s by my
bed. Just bring it with you,
please. Okay. Thank you.
Bye.”
Hotaru closed the phone and held it
securely in her lap. It was a good thing
she had listened all the times Setsuna-mama told her about being ready early
and not waiting until the last minute to finish things. If she’d waited to pack until she got home
tonight, she would have missed everything.
The class was entering its second
hour, and Ami supposed she couldn’t blame the other students in the lecture
hall for feeling a little restless. A
boy down on the left yawned and stretched when the professor turned his back to
add more notes to the board. Behind her,
she could hear the quiet shifting of feet and bodies and whispers of what she
thought might be apologies for stepping on a foot or nudging an arm.
She pulled her bag a little closer,
allowing an extra few seconds to glance at the phone clipped to the outside of
it. It was still on and with a full
battery, but the nonexistent signal bar bothered her. Granted, it had worked perfectly well when
she’d called home earlier, even though the phone wasn’t registering any signal,
so she had no reason whatsoever to worry.
She reminded herself of that one more time, and looked back towards the
front.
Ami had just given her attention
back to the professor when she heard the hushed voices behind her. She tuned it out the way she always did with
such distractions, until a finger tapped her shoulder. Mildly annoyed, she turned around, then
leaned back closer when the girl indicated she should.
Leaning down as best she could to
whisper, the girl continued the chain that had started at the top of the
hall. “Red peanuts roll down matched
bugs car Ali is bored says hi and Mako-chan’s in
labor.” The girl nodded and grinned,
quiet pleased with herself for being able to remember the whole convoluted
thing. Then her eyebrows knit together
in confusion over why Mizuno had suddenly gone so pale.
Ami looked around the girl and up at
the back of the lecture hall frantically.
Her eyes finally landed on Minako in the last row, and the blonde waved
at her. Ami stood quickly, knocking her
papers to the floor as she did, and said in a rush, “But she isn’t due for
another week!”
The entire class stopped and stared,
but Ami didn’t even notice. The professor
was the one who got her attention away from Minako. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes,” answered Ami bluntly before
turning back to Minako for further information.
“Family emergency,” picked up
Minako. “We need to take Ami home with
us.”
“Fine, fine,” said the
professor. “Just get your things and go,
Mizuno.”
Ami nodded and quickly grabbed her
things, shoving them haphazardly into her bag.
She practically ran to the top of the stairs, oblivious to the whispers
that followed her. As they were hurrying
to the car Rei had double parked and idling, Ami asked, “Is she okay? What happened, and why didn’t anyone call
me? Or is it so bad that you had to get
me in person?”
“She’s fine,” reassured Minako. “Usagi tried to call you, but couldn’t get
through, so she called us instead.
Haruka’s getting them, and we’re all going to meet at the hospital. We’ve got everything covered, Ami. It’s all going to be all right.”
Ami shook her head as they climbed
into the back seat of the car. “I should
have been there. I knew I shouldn’t
leave her tonight, and I should have stayed home, no matter what she told me.”
Minako put her hand on Ami’s arm and
gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, Ami. You
made sure she wasn’t alone when you couldn’t be there, and no one expected
anything to happen this soon, anyway.”
She grinned, then said in a more teasing tone, “Not even born yet, and
he’s already surprising you and making all of us crazy. Just imagine what it’s going to be like after
he gets here.”
Ami smiled at her. “Thank you,” she said softly. Then she and Minako both looked down as Ami’s
phone started to beep. She pulled it up
and frowned at the full signal bar and the little voicemail icon with a number
beside it. “Five?”
“You know what?” said Minako slowly
as she reached over and extricated the phone from Ami’s grip. “I bet all of those are from Usagi. So how about you just let me handle checking
them for you?”
“Why?” asked Ami, some paranoia
creeping back in. “What aren’t you
telling me?”
“Nothing,” answered Rei
quickly. “It’s just that Usagi started
to panic when she couldn’t reach you.
And I think by the time she got us, she was more panicked than you
really need to hear right now.”
“You’re not telling me something,”
repeated Ami. “Is she really okay?”
“She’s fine,” answered Minako. “We wouldn’t lie to you about that. But…”
Her eyes met Rei’s in the rearview mirror, and the miko shrugged. “It’s nothing bad,” went on Minako. “It’s just that, when Usagi was on the phone
with us, Mako-chan’s water broke.”
Ami sunk back against the car
seat. “Already?” she said quietly. “All of that happened already, and I wasn’t
there. I wanted to be with her.”
“You will be,” replied Rei. “Just like you’ve always
been. You’ll be there so she can
hold your hand and curse at you between contractions. And you’ll be there when your son is
born. That’s the important part.”
Ami nodded, the disappointment still
there, but understanding the truth in Rei’s words. “How much longer until we
get there?”
“Twenty minutes if we don’t hit
traffic,” answered Rei. “Thirty if we
do. We’ll get you there in plenty of
time, Ami. Don’t worry.”
Ami tried to relax and not think too
hard about it. She felt Minako’s hand
cover hers, and realized then how rapidly her foot was tapping against the
floor. Last time, she thought suddenly,
it had been Usagi holding her hand, and the anxiety she felt had been tainted
with fear. She was still nervous and anxious,
but this time it wasn’t because of the fear.
Ami closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a smile slowly beginning to
form on her lips.
The door to her office always
creaked slightly when it was opened slowly.
Some part of Kaya’s tired mind registered the sound, but the familiarity
of it relegated it to being ignored. Her
eyes never opened, and she turned a bit more onto her side as she dozed
comfortably on the couch.
Ken walked quietly through the dimly
lit room, the only light coming from the small desk lamp Kaya was using as a
nightlight. He knelt beside the couch and
smiled down at her before running the backs of his fingers lightly across her
cheek.
Kaya woke enough to open her eyes a
slit and do a quick survey of her surroundings.
Hospital office, no lights, no nurses or beepers. No emergencies that needed her immediate
attention. And Ken. She smile sleepily and raised a hand to pat
his cheek. “Later,” she rasped out. “Too tired now. Need sleep.
And you shave.” With that
pronouncement, her hand dropped back down and she rolled over onto her other
side.
Chuckling softly, Ken crossed his
arms over his chest. “You are a stubborn
one sometimes, aren’t you?” he said to her back. “Well, I’m willing to wait, but I’m not sure
your grandson is.”
That penetrated the haze Kaya had
been resting in, and she quickly turned back over. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” answered Ken, “that
Makoto’s on her way in. I just got the
call from my service.”
Kaya sat up quickly and reached for
the lamp beside the couch. “But she
isn’t due for more than a week, and Ami seemed to fully expect her to go over
her due date. Is it still Monday?” she
asked, reaching for Ken’s wrist and pulling it closer to squint at his
watch. “Ami has class tonight. Are they together?”
“I don’t know,” answered Ken. He stood and pulled her up with him. “The message only said that her water broke
while she was at home, and that she was on her way to the hospital.”
“What a mess,” sighed Kaya. “I hope Ami was with her. They haven’t tried to call me at all, but
they knew I was here, so they wouldn’t have to.
She had an appointment with you over the weekend, didn’t she?”
Ken nodded. “She’s in perfect health. There weren’t any indications that she’d go
into labor just yet, but I don’t expect any problems.”
“Okay then,” responded Kaya, rubbing
her hands together and looking for all the world to
Ken like she was about to start pacing the room. “First thing to do is get down to Labor and
Delivery. Make sure they know just who
it is they’ve got coming in.”
“Throwing your weight around a bit,
Mizuno-sensei?” teased Ken with a wide grin.
Kaya gave him a high class smirk in
return. “Some people around here believe
that just because I can garner a certain amount of respect and admiration from
my peers that I have the same amount of clout to balance it out. I have the reputation, so I might as well use
it. And what better way to use it than
for my daughter?”
The car turned into the parking lot
and pulled to a stop as close to Makoto’s stairs as Haruka could get without
actually parking on the lawn. Hotaru had
her door open before the keys had even been taken from the ignition. Wanting to keep up with her papa’s pace, she
sprinted for the stairs. When she wasn’t
overtaken by the fourth or fifth step, Hotaru stopped and turned around to see
what was taking Haruka so long. She
stared in confusion as Haruka paused at the back of the car and opened the
trunk.
Haruka leaned into the trunk and
moved a few things aside. Successful in
her search, she straightened up and held in front of her the rubber mat she
kept in case she needed to change a tire or get under the car while away from
home. The grey material was a bit
spongy, kind of like the bathmat in their tub, only sturdier. Having only been used once, it was still
perfectly clean and would serve Haruka’s purpose just fine.
After closing the trunk, she moved
around to the passenger side of the car.
Haruka knelt down and carefully laid the mat across the seat, tucking in
the sides as best she could. Taking a
step back to survey her work, she nodded in approval and then gave the seat a
gentle pat before closing the door. That
detail taken care of, she ran over to the steps and passed a still confused
Hotaru.
“Aren’t you coming?” asked Haruka
over her shoulder as she took the steps two at a time.
Hotaru shrugged at her papa’s
retreating back, realizing there were some things she was better off not asking
about. Then she hurried up the stairs
after her.
Haruka didn’t have any idea what to
expect when she opened the door, but she had been expecting something just a
bit more… chaotic. Instead, Makoto was
sitting in one of the dining room chairs, her eyes closed as she tried to keep
her breathing even. Usagi was beside
her, holding her hand and looking like she was in more pain than Makoto. Luna was on the table behind them, while
Artemis had taken up position further away on the back of the couch.
Hotaru edged passed Haruka, who had
stopped in the doorway, and hurried over to Makoto and Usagi. When Makoto opened her eyes again, Hotaru smiled
at her.
“Hey there,” said Makoto after a few
breaths. “Thanks for coming. I was wondering when you would get here, and
that was pretty quick.”
“We hurried,” said Hotaru. “Are you still okay?”
“Yeah,” answered Makoto. “As okay as I’m going to be for awhile,
anyway.”
“Do you have everything?” asked
Haruka, coming further into the apartment.
“Almost,” said Usagi. She rubbed her hand, trying not to be too
obvious about it. “Chibi-usa’s getting
the last thing.”
Right then, the little girl appeared
from the hallway. “This is it, right,
Mako-chan?”
Makoto nodded at the little cow
Chibi-usa held. “That’s it. Just put her in the pocket on the side of my
bag. We thought Suu
would make a good focal point,” explained Makoto at Haruka’s questioning look.
“Whatever works for you, Mako-chan,”
replied Haruka. She offered a hand and
helped Makoto slowly to her feet. “Ready now?”
Makoto gave her a weak grin. “I think so.”
Then she looked down at the cats, who were
already moving towards the door. “I
promise not to keep you in Usagi’s backpack for long. As soon as we get a room, we’ll find
someplace for you to stay.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said
Artemis. “We’ve gotten used to these
sorts of travel accommodations.”
“Besides, we don’t have to get in
until we’re at the hospital. So it won’t
be so bad,” added Luna.
“Okay. It looks like we’ve got everything, and Ami’s
meeting us there,” said Makoto. “Let’s
get going.”
Everyone agreed except for
Haruka. A concerned look suddenly
crossed her face, and she asked, “Do you smell that? Is something burning?”
“The cupcakes,” murmured Makoto,
suddenly remembering what they’d been doing before they’d all been severely
sidetracked.
“Oh no!” yelped Usagi at the same
time. She dropped her bag and made a dash
for the kitchen. “I forgot to set the
timer!”
By this point, Ami had reached an
entirely new level of frustration and anxiousness, and all her friends could do
was stand there and watch as she vented some of it at the young nurse in the
maternity ward. “What do you mean
there’s no one here by that name?! She
has to be here! There isn’t anyplace
else they would take her.”
The three of them had made it to the
hospital without any problems and fully expected everyone to be there when they
arrived. Instead, they’d found an empty
hallway and a proverbial brick wall.
“Check again, please,” went on Ami
as her hands gripped the counter around the nurses’ station. “Her name is Kino. K-I-N-O.”
The nurse, who’s ID read Shiana, smiled up at Ami and spoke calmly in an attempt to
dispel some of the desperateness she could hear. “We don’t have anyone checked in by that
name, sweetheart. You’ve probably just
beaten her here, if this is where they were bringing her. Tell you what, though. I’ll call downstairs and double check, just
in case someone down there has seen her or heard something. Okay?”
Ami nodded and thanked her, relaxing
and backing off a bit.
“What’s going on?”
The voice of one of her coworkers
caught Shiana’s attention just as she picked up the
phone. She looked over at the woman who
had walked up behind her and answered, “We’re trying to find a patient. I’m calling downstairs to make sure she isn’t
here yet.”
The new arrival nodded as she picked
up some paperwork. “Who are we looking
for?”
“Kino Makoto.”
Surprised green eyes looked away
from the papers they’d been scanning.
“Mizuno-sensei’s Kino Makoto?”
Shiana
looked at her questioningly as Ami quickly answered, “Yes. She is here, then?”
The nurse shook her head, “No, I’m
afraid not. But Mizuno-sensei wanted us
to let her know when she and her daughter got here.”
“I’m her daughter.”
The nurse smiled at her. “It’s good to meet you. Kino-san isn’t here yet, I promise you. Why don’t you and your friends have a seat
over there for a few minutes, and we’ll give your mother a call. Maybe when she gets up here, your friend will
have gotten here also.”
“All right, and thank you,” said Ami
before moving back to Rei and Minako.
As the girls went over to the chairs
across from the nurses’ station, Shiana looked up at
her friend and asked quietly, “How did you know who she was?”
The other nurse grinned. “That’s what you get for being on break when
important people come for a visit.”
Once she got the call, it only took
Kaya a few minutes to get herself together and down to where Ami was
waiting. The worry and excitement over
it all were already there, carried quietly inside her and hidden from most of
the people who saw her, but when she saw Ami for the first time that night, the
true significance of the moment struck her.
Her steps slowed as she remembered with perfect clarity how it had felt
to hold her daughter for the first time and see her own eyes staring up her
from a tiny, scrunched up face. Every
other moment in her life paled in comparison to that one, and she was almost as
overwhelmed by the idea that tonight it would be Ami in that position as she
had been all those years ago when it was she herself.
“Mom!”
Ami’s voice and the suddenness with
which she approached snapped Kaya out of her memories. As Ami’s arms wrapped around her waist in a
tight hug, Kaya smiled. Returning the
hug, she asked calmly, “You were in class, weren’t you?” When Ami nodded, she went on, “I was afraid
that had happened. How’s Makoto getting
here?”
Ami pulled back from her mother and,
with some help from Rei and Minako, explained everything up to the present
point.
“We seem to be missing some key
people,” said a voice from behind them.
Everyone looked over as Michiru and
Setsuna arrived.
Michiru, who’s
words had gotten their attention, smiled kindly at Ami. “How are you?”
Ami took a deep breath, then answered, “I’ll be much better once Mako-chan gets
here.”
“I’m sure they aren’t too far away,”
said Michiru.
A wide smile formed on Minako’s
face. “Actually, she’s a whole lot
closer than you think.”
Following Minako’s line of vision,
Ami looked over into the hallway and immediately forgot everyone else around
her as she hurried to meet the ones heading towards them. Haruka stopped the wheelchair and grinned
down at them as Ami reached for Makoto.
One hand found Makoto’s as the other first went to Makoto’s bangs and
carefully brushed them away from her eyes before moving to gently stoke her
cheek.
Clearly relieved, Ami let out a
sigh. “How are you doing so far? How much time between
contractions?”
Unconsciously flexing her fingers
around Ami’s, Makoto answered, “I’m okay, I
think. There were a few that were really
close together, but most have been about four or five minutes apart.” Makoto stopped and grinned at Usagi. “Truthfully though, I think so far, she’s
having a worse night than I am.”
For the first time, Ami really took
notice of the people standing around her.
Holding Makoto’s bag, Hotaru stood beside Haruka, who still had her
hands on the wheelchair’s handles, ready to take them wherever they needed to
go. Chibi-usa was standing closer to
Usagi, who wore a sheepish expression on her face and was holding her backpack
at an odd angle behind her back.
“It was dark and I couldn’t see it,”
stated Usagi before Ami could ask. “I
didn’t know it was there.”
“She sat on a cheesecake,” explained
Chibi-usa. “Splat! Right down in the middle of it.”
“My poor, genuine leather car seat,”
lamented Haruka piteously.
“I really am sorry,” said Usagi as
she turned pitiful blue eyes onto her senshi.
Haruka closed her eyes and
sighed. “Don’t worry about it, Odango. It’s easily
enough fixed.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted a
nurse. She smiled pleasantly at
them. “There’s some paperwork that needs
to be filled out. If someone doesn’t
mind taking care of it, we can take her to get settled in.” Several heads nodded as the nurse turned to
Haruka, ready to hand over the clipboard she was holding. “Would you be the father?”
Caught off guard by that, Haruka
hesitated in answering. Amid the quiet
giggles and snickers coming from her child and friends, she opened her mouth to
say something, but was cut off by Usagi.
“No, no, no,” laughed Usagi. “Haruka’s…”
“Just a very good friend,” inserted
a mischievously grinning Michiru, stepping up and placing a hand on Haruka’s
arm.
“Oh,” answered the nurse. She looked around for any other suitable
candidates. “Well then…”
“Here, we’ll do it,” offered
Rei. “You guys go and do what you need
to.”
Ami and Makoto thanked her, and then
Ami took the bag Hotaru was holding.
Usagi reluctantly gave up her backpack to Makoto just before Haruka
wheeled her away, following after the nurse and Ami’s mother.
When they were out of sight, Rei
circled around behind Usagi. She shook
her head at the cheesecake-colored stain on the back of Usagi’s skirt and ‘tsked’ a few times.
Usagi sighed. “Yeah, I know. I burned the cupcakes, too. But at least we got here.”
Rei chuckled and folded her arms,
holding the clipboard to her chest as she did.
“Are you going to need a change of clothes? I’m sure we’ve got enough time. I can run you home if you want.”
Usagi looked at her in
surprise. “You’re not going to tease
me?”
Rei shook her head. “Not tonight, Usagi. I think you’ve been traumatized enough.”
Usagi smiled hugely and, on pure
impulse, threw her arms around Rei.
Rei made a sound that was close to a
surprised squawk as the clipboard was crushed between them. “Okay, okay,” she said after a few seconds
and an amused chuff. “Enough. Do you need clothes or not?”
Letting her go, Usagi shook her
head. “Haruka let me call home while we
were in the car. Mama’s going to bring
me some. Besides, I needed to let her
know what was going on and to make sure she would let both of us stay.”
“Is she going to?”
“Yes. She thinks this will be a good experience,
and as long as Mako-chan doesn’t mind, she doesn’t either.” Then Usagi frowned as she remembered the rest
of that conversation. “She also told me
to pay close attention to what was happening, because she had to go through
that for 17 ½ hours with me and 15 with Shingo.
Then she reminded me that long labors run in the family. Have I mentioned lately that I want to be
unconscious? Cause I really don’t think
anyone’s taking me seriously when I say that.”
Rei laughed and clapped a hand on
Usagi’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,
Usagi. Even if we do forget, I’m sure
you’ll find lots of ways to remind us.”
Hotaru giggled to herself as she
passed by and overheard them. After some
of the things she’d heard coming from Makoto on the drive over, she wondered
just how Usagi would choose to remind them when the time came. And if it would be as
varied and colorful as Makoto’s.
“Did you bring it?” asked Hotaru
when she stopped in front of her mothers.
Setsuna held out the small, purple
duffle bag that very obviously held more than just Hotaru’s cameras. Before allowing the child to take it, she
said quietly, “I’m certain Makoto will want pictures of the baby after he’s born,
but, for right now, I want you to respect her privacy and leave her be. And when all of this is over, you, Chibi-usa,
and I are going to sit down and have a long discussion about the merits of
discretion, keeping secrets, and preserving the timeline.”
“Yes, Setsuna-mama,” answered Hotaru
contritely as she took the bag. Her
contriteness was short lived, however, as she and Chibi-usa led the charge to
the waiting area, where everyone began to settle in for the long haul.
Suu, CD’s,
snack bag, stopwatch to time the contractions…
Ami held up the stopwatch and gave the buttons a few quick, experimental
clicks before setting it aside and pulling out Makoto’s dark green
nightshirt. They were alone in the room
now, save for Artemis and Luna, who were making themselves scarce by hiding out
in the bathroom.
“Here we go,” said Ami as she slung
the nightshirt over her arm and reached for Makoto. “Can you stand up for a few minuets? That would make this easier.”
Makoto smiled at her from where she
sat on the edge of the bed. “I can
stand. I could have walked up here if
Haruka would have let me.” But rather
than move, she took Ami’s hand and held it loosely in hers, watching intently
as she twined their fingers.
Able to feel the slight tremble in
Makoto’s hands, Ami laid the nightshirt on the bed. Her free arm wrapped around Makoto’s
shoulders and gently pulled the girl to her.
Makoto let go of Ami’s hand and
circled her arms around her waist, resting her head against Ami’s chest. “I’m never going to make you go to school
ever again,” she said around a deep sigh.
“Everything just happened so fast, and then I wanted Usagi to call you,
but she couldn’t. And we almost burned
down the apartment.” She paused for a
moment, enjoying the comforting feel of Ami’s hand stroking her back. Then she said very quietly, “Chibi-usa said
tomorrow. I think we’re going to be here
for awhile. A really
long while.”
She was trying not to let it show,
but Ami could hear the faint fear and uncertainty in Makoto’s words. She bent down to place a kiss on the top of
Makoto’s head, then moved her back so she could see
her eyes. “You can do this,
Mako-chan. And I’ll be with you the
whole time.”
Makoto smiled at her. “I’m glad you’re here. I could never want anyone with me more than I
do you.”
Ami smiled back and ran a finger
slowly down Makoto’s cheek. “How about
we get you changed now? Saatchi-san
should be here in a few minutes. We’ll
be all ready by then.”
Rei stretched her arms out behind
her as she walked back to the waiting area.
At just passed
The little girl looked up at Rei
from where her head was resting on her folded arms. “How much longer?” she asked.
“They’re guessing maybe four or five
more hours.”
Hotaru nodded at the answer, then abandoned her coloring book in favor of Setsuna’s
lap. The older woman set down the
magazine she’d been looking through and adjusted them until they were both
comfortable.
“Are we switching again?” asked
Usagi. “I think it’s my turn to stay
with them this time.”
Rei nodded. “But she wants to move around a little. She said she’s too uncomfortable just lying
there for too long.”
“That means it’s my turn,” said
Haruka. She grinned down at Michiru, who’s head was resting against her shoulder.
Michiru grinned back, then hid a yawn behind one hand as she sat up. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Where’s Minako?” asked Rei after
Haruka had left.
“She said she wanted to walk around
for awhile after we let Luna and Artemis outside,” answered Usagi. “I left her down by the nursery.”
Rei nodded and went off in search of
Minako. She found her a few minutes
later still standing in front of the nursery window. “Whatcha been
doing?” she asked as she stepped up and stood beside her.
Minako grinned and answered quietly
in deference to the stillness around them, “Window shopping.”
Rei chuckled softly. “Really?”
“Mm hm. I want
that one,” said Minako, pointing to a bundle of pink. “She’s so cute. She can’t be more than a day old, and look at
all those curls. She keeps scrunching up
her face like she wants to cry, but then changes her mind, and she’s so tiny.”
Putting an arm around Minako’s
shoulders, Rei replied, “I told you before, Mina, babies aren’t like
kittens. You can’t just walk up to a
window, pick out a cute one, and then bring it home like a stray. Besides, I don’t think her mom would like
that very much.”
Minako smiled at Rei’s teasing and
leaned in a little closer. They were
alone in the corridor, the lights muted because of the hour. The stillness of everything made the movement
of the reflection in the glass stand out even more, and out of reflex, her eyes
glanced over in the newcomer’s direction.
An uncharacteristically deep frown formed when she recognized who it was
standing at the other end of the glass.
“What’s he doing here?” she asked, pulling Rei’s attention to him.
Rei mirrored Minako’s frown when she
saw Yuu standing there, his hands in the pockets of
his jeans as he tentatively edged closer to the nursery window. He wasn’t looking towards them, but Rei
didn’t particularly care if he was ignoring them or just hadn’t noticed them
yet. Dropping her arm from Minako’s
shoulders, she walked over to him. With
her arms folded over her chest, she fixed him with the most intimidating stare
she could and demanded to know what he was doing there and how he’d even known
to come here to begin with.
Yuu seemed
startled by Rei’s sudden nearness.
Minako watched him take a few reflexive steps back as she caught up to
Rei. Part of it, Minako guessed, was
that he didn’t recognize Rei right away.
But when she came up behind her, he finally put it all together. Yuu pulled himself
to his full height, which seemed to her to be just an inch or two taller than
Makoto, and tried to match Rei’s stare.
“It’s none of your business why I’m
here,” he returned defiantly. “And you
shouldn’t even have to ask how I know.
Half of Mizuno’s cram class goes to our school. By tomorrow, everyone’s going to know.”
“It doesn’t matter who knows or
how,” said Minako. “But Makoto and Ami
are our family. That makes all of this
our business. And it has nothing to do
with you.”
“Look,” said Yuu,
becoming more defensive, “I just had some morbid curiosity about what was going
on. A friend’s sister said Mizuno had
lost it completely, and she’s been acting weirder than usual lately. It’s got nothing to do with you, or them, or
anything else. I just wondered if Kino’d had it yet…”
His words began to drift with his eyes as they turned back towards the
window, only to be cut off as Rei placed herself deliberately between him and
the glass.
Throwing his hands up in
exasperation, Yuu began to back away from them. “You know what,” he said angrily, “I don’t
care. Kino and the rest of you be damned. This isn’t
my problem.” With that, he turned and
walked quickly away.
“Jerk,” muttered Rei to his
retreating back.
Several moments passed in silence
before Minako finally asked, “What do you think that was all about?”
Rei shook her head. “I don’t have a clue.”
“We should tell Ami.”
“No,” said Rei. She saw the question in Minako’s eyes and
explained further, “We certainly can’t tell her now, and saying anything later
would be pointless. Just mentioning him
upsets both of them, so let’s just let it go.
We handled it, and brining it up later isn’t going to do anyone any
good.”
Rei’s logic didn’t completely
satisfy her, but Minako found herself agreeing nonetheless. Casually taking Rei’s hand, she said, “Let’s
go back. I want to see how Mako-chan’s doing for myself.”
With a grin, Rei draped her arm back
around Minako. Together like that, they
made their way back to the waiting area.
There were times when she had to
remind herself that just because she was at the hospital didn’t mean she was on
duty. The work, however, provided Kaya
with a distraction she was glad to have tonight. As much as she liked Ami’s friends, she
wasn’t really comfortable sitting and waiting with them, just as she wasn’t
completely comfortable hovering over Makoto as much as she felt she wanted
to. So the work was welcome, in its own
way, and helped her pace out the time between visits.
She passed the girls in the waiting
area, all of them finally given in to the need for sleep. In the room, she found Usagi the same way,
curled up on the couch with Ami’s stuffed animal hugged tightly to her. She might have smiled at the sight if she
hadn’t been so completely focused on Makoto and Ami.
The regular room lights had been
turned out and replaced by the bluish white of the nightlight over the
bed. Makoto sat in the middle of the
bed, several pillows in her lap for her to lean on, while Ami sat behind her,
rubbing her back and talking too quietly for Kaya to make out the words. Makoto’s eyes were squeezed shut beneath her
sweaty bangs, and one fist was twisted tightly around the sheet as a sound
somewhere between a hum and a whimper slowly escaped from her. After several seconds, she began to relax
marginally, though her eyes didn’t open.
She was holding up remarkably well, in Kaya’s opinion, but the
exhaustion was plain to see in her features.
Kaya walked over to the bed and
carefully sat on the corner. She smiled
at Ami, who gave her a tired grin in return, before reaching forward to smooth
back a few strands of hair that had come loose from Makoto’s ponytail. Quietly, she asked, “How’s everything
going? Everyone out there tells me
you’ve been doing very well.”
“I am never doing this again,”
answered Makoto tersely.
Kaya nodded, sympathizing with the
sentiment. Her hand dropped back into
her lap and folded with her other as she said, “It shouldn’t be too much
longer, though I remember when people said that to me, it really didn’t make
things much better. And Ami was taking
so long…”
Makoto cracked her eyes open to peer
at the woman in front of her. “How long?”
Kaya grinned in spite of
herself. “Well, from the time I first
realized I was in labor until she was born, it all took about 34 hours.”
For a moment, Makoto’s jaw went
slack. Then her lip began to quiver as
her eyes filled with weary tears.
Shaking her head, she whispered hoarsely, “I can’t. I can’t do it for that long. I’m so tired, and I just want it all to be
over. Please don’t make me do it for
that long.”
Kaya’s heart broke at that, and she
wished dearly that she could take it back.
Ami looked like she wanted to cry herself as she tried to reassure
Makoto that it would only be another hour or two, and Kaya once again reached
out to her in an attempt to repair the bit of damaged she felt she’d done. Her thumb wiping away the tear that was
trailing down Makoto’s cheek, Kaya went on, “I didn’t mean to make you cry,
sweetheart. Most people usually find it
amusing when I tell them that, but I suppose now just wasn’t the right time for
it. And I know for a fact you’ll have
this baby by the time the sun rises.
He’s like you that way. Ami just
needed some extra time to think things through and make sure being born was the
right decision for her, and she wasn’t going to be rushed into it. That’s always been her nature, even back
then.”
Kaya startled as Makoto’s hand
unexpectedly latched onto the white jacket she wore and tried to tug her
closer. Still a bit surprised by the
action, Kaya moved forward until Makoto stopped her by awkwardly putting her
arms around her and resting her forehead against her shoulder.
“Promise?” asked Makoto.
“I promise,” answered Kaya
reassuringly. She carefully moved the
pillows on Makoto’s lap out from between them to make things less awkward, and
then began a gentle, tentative stroking over Makoto’s hair. The girl’s grip on her remained, her fists
tightening into the white material on each contraction as the first syllable of
a curse would be cut off by that same humming until it had passed.
Glad to be here and able to help,
Kaya began to ease into the role she was playing, taking some of the pressure
off of Ami for awhile. “You know,” she
began somewhat aimlessly, “my grandmother would be
very impressed by you if she was here right this moment. ‘Times may change, but people don’t.’ She’s always saying that to me. Back when I had Ami, she didn’t understand
why I insisted on going to a hospital, because if having her children at home
with nothing but her mother and a midwife was good enough for her, then it was
certainly good enough for me. She
completely missed the point.”
“The epidural,” supplied Ami,
enjoying listening to her mother talk. More so than usual because Makoto seemed glad to have her there as
well.
“That’s right,” answered Kaya. She reached back and patted Ami’s cheek
affectionately. “Pregnancy didn’t really
suit me very well. The result was worth
it, though, even if it did throw off my plan.
Ami came a few years early, you see, since I wasn’t planning on having
my first until I was 30. Then I was
going to have the second four or five years later. One of each, that way, Suoh
and Father would have a boy to keep them happy, and Mother and Gram would have
a girl.”
Kaya chuckled lightly as she
reflected back on that part of her life.
“It seems almost silly to me now, thinking Suoh
could have been any happier with a son.
He was so absolutely fascinated by Ami, and so completely in love. Every little thing she did captivated him,
and he always talked about how she would follow him with her eyes when he
worked. Those first few weeks after we
brought her home, even with Gram and my mother there, I was terrified. She was so small, and it felt like everything
I was doing was wrong because none of it was working the way the books said it
was supposed to. Suoh,
on the other hand, would just pick her up like he’d done it a million times
before and stick a bottle in her mouth without even thinking about it. And he would keep her tucked in one arm like
she was a football while he showed her how to sketch out a landscape or
portrait.”
Makoto grinned against Kaya’s
shoulder as Ami said, “That made Gram crazy, didn’t it?”
“There were a lot of things about
your father that made Gram crazy,” replied Kaya evenly. “The only time she ever lost her temper with
him, though, was when I was in labor and his fidgeting got to be too much for
all of us. She and Mother banished him
out to the waiting room with the rest of the men, which was where Gram thought
he should have been to begin with, until you were actually being born.” Kaya had never asked how all those hours had
gone for him. She knew instinctively
that putting Suoh, her father, and Kyo into the same
room together wasn’t a good idea, but at the time, she hadn’t really
cared. Now, she just flat out didn’t
care to think about it at all. Instead,
she chose to muse over a personality that a part of her, on very rare
occasions, missed.
“That was one of the odd things
about Suoh,” she went on. “He could sit for hours and look out over a
field or up at the sky without ever putting pencil to paper. Then he’d lose days in his studio just
staring at a blank canvas without moving.
But with anything else, he was like a child with ADD. If something wasn’t happening right then and
there to hold his attention, he would start to fidget until someone granted him
freedom.”
“Ami’s like that,” inserted
Makoto. She shifted a bit, trying to
find a better angle to sit at and adjusting herself more comfortably against
Kaya. “Not that last part, but the part
about losing time. She does that when
she studies. She works too hard
sometimes.”
Ami’s cheeks reddened just a bit at
the observation, and Kaya smiled.
Tilting her head down just a bit, she said softly against Makoto’s ear,
“That’s why I’m glad she has you.”
Usagi had never woken up so fast in
her life. Under the bright lights of the
hospital room, she scrambled from the couch to her feet and watched in
wide-eyed wonder as the medical staff moved quickly into place.
Ami and her mother stood next to
Makoto, one on each side, holding her hands and helping support her when the
doctor told her to push. Red-faced from
the exertion, Makoto had given up any and all pretense of quiet and civil. The deep-throated string of invectives that
issued from her as she put the last of her energy reserves into it reverberated
through the room and caught the surprised attention of the people several rooms
away.
“Good girl,” said Ken when they
paused for Makoto to take a breath.
“We’re almost there. One more
good push should do it. As soon as you’re ready.”
Makoto nodded once, then tightened her grip on the two standing beside her. A grunt of effort turned into another hard
yell until, finally, she fell back, gulping in
relieved breaths as her own voice was replaced with the high pitched cries of
newborn.
A shaky laugh escaped from Ami, and
she could feel the tears that had suddenly started to run down her cheeks. She wiped at them hastily before reaching
down to stroke Makoto’s bangs away from her eyes. As Saatchi-san announced for everyone that it
was a healthy boy with all his fingers and toes, Ami placed a kiss against
Makoto’s forehead, smiling against her skin in a way that reflected Makoto’s
own happy-but-tired grin. Still holding
onto Makoto, they watched as Saatchi-san clamped off the cord and finished
cleaning the baby’s mouth and nose. Then
he smiled up at Ami as a nurse held out a pair of surgical scissors to her.
“This is your big moment, Ami,” he
said happily.
Ami nodded, her smile widening even
more. She swiped at her eyes one more
time and forced her hands to steady before nearing her still mewling son. The small snip seemed to startle him a bit,
and his crying started again in earnest before a blanket was wrapped loosely
around him and he was handed to his mother.
As the baby was placed against her
chest, Makoto’s perspective narrowed down to nothing more than this one, tiny
person. His skin was red and wrinkled, the little bit of brown hair on his head dark and
matted. His feet were smaller than her
palm, and his fingers barely fit around her thumb as she stroked his hand with
her finger. His crying had slowly
calmed, and his lips moved just a bit, putting a dimple in one chubby
cheek. Makoto gently ran the back of a
finger over his dimple, letting out a soft laugh as she did. At the sound of her voice, his eyes started
to ease open. He blinked a few times,
looking almost dazed, before turning his unfocused gaze up to hers.
And for a just a moment, the
universe stopped as she saw eternity in a pair of deep blue eyes.
“Hey, look,” said Usagi in quiet awe
as she slid up to them and stood beside Kaya to look down at the baby. “His eyes are almost exactly like Ami’s.”
Ami’s smile turned shy as her hand
moved carefully over the baby’s head.
“Most babies are born with blue eyes, Usagi,” she said softly. “In a few days, they’ll begin to change to
green.”
“Maybe,” answered Usagi
dubiously. She held a finger out for the
baby, and he caught it in an uncoordinated grip. Usagi giggled happily at him, telling him how
cute and perfect he was. After a few
minutes, she unwillingly pulled herself away from his attention. “I gotta go tell
the others. If I wait too long, they’ll
hurt me.” Then, after one more glance
down at the baby, she excused herself and hurried out to her friends.
Ken smiled after her, then looked over at Kaya.
She was biting her lip, partially obscuring the smile she wore, and
refusing to let the shine in her eyes spill over. He’d already heard how she’d promised death
and double shifts to the first person on staff who called her ‘Grandma,’ but he
knew she was just as happily caught up in it all as the girls were. Turning back to Makoto, he smiled almost
mischievously, and said, “How about you give him to Grandma for a few minutes,
so we can get both of you fixed up a bit.
I promise we’ll give him right back.”
Not seeing the look that earned him
from Ami’s mother, Makoto agreed, albeit reluctantly. After handing the baby to Kaya, she smiled up
at Ami and nodded, giving her the permission she wanted to go with them.
“Does he have a name yet?” asked the
nurse as she began to fiddle and fuss with the baby.
“Miki,” answered Ami.
“That’s a good name. Now, let’s see… You joined us on May 6th at
*
* *
Several hours had passed. All of their friends had come and gone. Kaya had left them alone to give them time to
get to know each other as a family, but now she was ready to head home herself,
and she wanted to see them one more time before she did. Stopping at the door to Makoto’s room, she
stood and stared inside, trying to take it all in. She felt the presence of the man behind her
before she saw him, and on instinct, leaned back against him.
Ken wrapped his arms around her for
the few minutes she would allow it and said, “You’ve had some time to really
think about it now. How does it all
feel?”
“Surreal,” answered Kaya without
missing a beat. Then she grinned. “But good.
It feels good.”
“How about coming back to the
apartment for awhile?” asked Ken. “I can at least give you breakfast and a
little time for some real sleep before I have to leave again.”
Kaya smiled, surprised at how easily
she found herself agreeing to it. “Just
let me say goodbye first.”
Ken nodded, then
kissed the top of her head before leaving her alone with the girls.
Kaya took a few more minutes to
gather her thoughts together and then went into the room. In the soft morning light, Makoto slept soundly,
the combined result of her own exhaustion and pain killers. Ami sat in a chair beside the bed with Miki
asleep in her arms.
Smiling down at her daughter, Kaya
traced a finger along the baby’s ear and said, “I have to leave for a while,
but I’ll be back this afternoon. You
should let them take him to the nursery for a bit so you can get some rest,
too.”
Ami shook her head, the act
reminding her mother of a petulant, overly tired toddler. “They said we could keep him as long as we
wanted,” she argued quietly, her eyes staying focused on the baby. “Besides, Mako-chan had him all to herself
for nine months. It’s my turn now, and I
want to make sure he knows who I am before I have to give him back.” Then she grinned widely and looked up at her
mother with a sleepy-drunk kind of happiness.
“He has blue eyes.”
Kaya couldn’t help but chuckle. So much for rational logic, she thought. “I saw,” she said softly, grinning back at
Ami. “He has very nice eyes, sweetheart,
and so do you. Except, right now, yours
are drooping so much I can barely tell.
So, here, let me have him, and we’ll compromise,” she went on as she
carefully lifted Miki from Ami’s arms.
Ami frowned at her mother in silent
protest while the baby fussed at being moved from a warm and comfortable spot.
Experience had taught her how to
resist Ami’s pout, even if the attempts weren’t always equally successful. This time, she distracted herself by humming
softly to the baby as she walked him over to the hospital bassinet. “I know you like it better when your mama
holds you,” she said quietly. “And I
understand why she would rather be holding you.
But right now, you all need some rest, so be a good boy for your Grandma
Kaya and sleep.”
“His Nana,” corrected Ami as she
walked up behind her mother. “Mako-chan
asked if you would mind. It was what she
called her grandmother, and she never really thought he would have one, but now
that he does…”
Kaya smiled at Ami, touched deeply by what she was being given
here. “I would like that very much,” she
said. Then she turned her attention back
to the baby, placing a kiss against his cheek before laying him down. To Ami, she said, “Let him sleep here for
awhile, and you lie down and do the same.
When you wake up, he’ll be right here waiting for you and wanting
attention.”
Ami nodded, hiding a long yawn
behind her hand.
“Good,” replied Kaya to Ami’s almost
answer. Then she reached forward and
pulled her into a hug. “I love you,
sweetheart.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
After a few quiet moments, Ami
walked her mother to the door, grinning to herself when she saw Ken standing at
the end of the hall trying to look like he wasn’t waiting. When her mother was gone, rather than going
to the couch, Ami went back to the chair she’d been sitting in and pulled it
closer to the bed. Her fingers brushed
against Makoto’s as she lay her head down beside Makoto’s arm. Her eyes had drifted closed and she was
almost asleep when she felt fingers move against her own. Those fingers moved up and began slowly
brushing through her hair.
Ami turned her head and smiled at
her barely awake partner. “Hey there. Are you
feeling okay? I thought you’d sleep
longer. Mom made me put the baby down,
but I’ll get him for you if you want.”
Makoto smiled back at her and would
have nodded if her eyes hadn’t started to slip shut once again.
“When you wake up,” whispered Ami as
she allowed her own eyes to close and her fingers to thread through
Makoto’s. “I’ll get him for you when we
wake up.”