SUMMARY: Kyouya/OC. It was a mutual feeling--that which ludicrous arguments would never cease.

DISCLAIMER: The copyright for Ouran was stolen from me. Can you believe that?

A/N: I thank an anonymous reviewer for telling me that dried mangoes indeed come from Cebu and not from Davao. Anyway, on with the story!

Confessions of a Married Man

Arguments

"No," Kyouya simply said as he pursed his lips and went back to his laptop and that ended the conversation. She was slumped in a chair, as far as possible, away from her husband. She was irritated all right and he wouldn't even give a damn to his own pregnant wife.

They were bickering again and Kyouya had gotten tired of all her ramblings. She was carrying their child, but hell with pregnancy. It was damnation to live under the roof with a wife who has sudden (and severe types of) mood swings. Her patience, which has been originally short (and which he had long learned how to get over with), was further halved after her first trimester. It was very frustrating.

He even remembered how she threw tantrums when he wasn't able to get her some dried mangoes from the Philippines. She wanted HIM to get it for her. How it could be physically possible for him to go to Cebu back to Tokyo in one whole glorious hour would be a mystery. Besides, he was in a middle of a meeting for a very important merger deal that he just couldn't leave.

And now, they were arguing again because of--God knows what--this time.

"Aki?" Kyouya asked all of a sudden as he closed his computer and got up to the bed.

"Hm?"

"What were we rowing about again?"

"Uh... I can't really remember."

He gave out a low chuckle. "Come up here," he said as he tapped the empty space on the mattress. His wife smiled warmly as she got up and strode up to him.

It was funny how they would fight. They'd shout at each other like there won't be any tomorrow, and then they'd dig out past issues and throw them altogether.

But even after all the raised voices, even after hurtful words had been spoken, they won't have any idea how they got into fighting. They won't even remember what they were fighting about (except for the dried mangoes issue because Kyouya was totally devastated about it.)

After the arguing, they would finally reconcile shortly after, laughing at how foolish they had been for doing something stupid and childish like that.

"Aki?" He wound his arms around his wife's body as he settled his hands on her slightly rounded belly.

"Hm?"

"What do you want to call our son?"

"Son?" she questioned as she raised one eyebrow. "We don't even know yet."

"Oh, Ootori's are branded with dominant genes," he spoke coolly, as if simply reminding her that it was a fact. "And we have a strong bloodline of males."

They were, after all; as he had two older brothers and Fuyumi was the only female.

"It's too early to tell," she argued back as she relaxed on his arms.

"Hm..." He breathed in her scent. In four years that they had been married, her scent was the only thing that soothed him. It was the only thing that he wanted his nose to fill in. It relaxed his mind, his muscles...whenever he'd go back home from work, he'd look forward to greet her smile and her hug and then she'd massage his shoulders as he soaked his body in a warm bath. She was intoxicating.

"I love you," he whispered as he planted soft kisses on the soft skin of her bare neck.

"I love you too."

It was a mutual feeling--that which ludicrous arguments would never cease.

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