Midnight Sun.

Or…

The Problem with Two Big Changes.

Nemuri was nervous, and I held her hand. I'd shut the door on this part of my life. I sighed and knocked on the door. I was wondering if it was just Mom here instead of her and dad. Mom was easier to deal with than him. I saw mom open the door and take one look at me, then at Nemuri, size both of us up, and then…

"Oh, it's you," she stated coldly.

"Hey mom," I said back, just as flat as a goddamn board. She looked good for her age, but Nemuri had a strained smile, like one that said 'is it legal to beat the shit out of my boyfriend's horrible mother?'

I looked at my mom, "Come in then, don't just stand out there," she stated. I went in and saw the main pictures on the walls, Makoto and Naomasa's graduation photos center stage, and somewhere in there is mine, relegated to the wallet-sized one and shoved into the divot between the glass and the frame.

Nemuri appraised it, "Taka, you're so handsome in that photo," she stated, trying to bolster my confidence.

"Really? He barely even asked out any girls, how he got you I have no fuckin' idea," Mom huffed, plunking down on the couch. I sighed and rubbed my face with my free hand.

"Mom, please, don't drag me under the bus…" I sighed.

"Tch, fine, crybaby…" Mom scoffed. Nemuri looked ready to defend me, if she had any of her whips I'd have to hold her back. Mom liked to push buttons, she was the manipulator, Dad was the destroyer.

"So, how'd you two meet? My brother can't stop talking about last Christmas Eve for some reason," she stated.

"Well, would you like the brutally honest version or the flowery version?" Nemuri asked, "Because I can provide both if so desired…" she snarled a little. I flinched a little bit. Nemuri scared me a little bit.

"Brutally honest, please," Mom demanded.

"We fucked," she stated, "and he was good at it. Really good at it,"

"Hah! Seems like you found a use for your right hand after all!" Mom cackled. I sighed, she wouldn't DARE mess with Nao about him being single or Makoto being the same. I was the one with a 'bad quirk' I always remembered Dad and Mom glossing me over.

Uncle Shintani was more of a father than Dad was. I pretty much hated being here.

"Still, at least I'm glad he's useful for something," Mom drawled, "Giving me and my husband grandchildren, even if he's got a trash quirk,"

Nemuri bristled at that, her eyes widening, her hands clenched into fists. I squeezed her shoulder gently, looking at her. Nemuri calmed down and sat back down. I sighed and then saw the man of the hour, Ryu Tsukauchi, my dad. He sat down silently, nodding at us.

I looked away, and Mom caught him up to speed. Nemuri seemed embarrassed and angry. I huffed, itching for a drink or a cig even though I swore those off a long time ago. I wanted to go. I wanted them to just leave me alone.

Nemuri was the only thing really keeping me in reality. The possibility of a baby excited and worried me. Dad was leaning forward in his Interrogation Stance. The same stance Nao would take.

"So, you wanna marry our son? Our son, with a shit job, a shit quirk, and the uncanny ability to puss out like a bitch?" he asked. Nemuri stayed deathly calm.

"Yes, I do," she stated.

"Heh. Well then, Takayuki… you sure?" he turned back, "If the public finds out what exactly is on Taka's record…"

"Dad, look, I only do what's right to ME. Being a detective outside of the law is more fitting for an outcast from his own family aside from an uncle who thinks he's a goddamn western sharpshooter! The only good thing I learned from you two, is how NOT to raise a child. Favoritism, Nepotism, both of them to my siblings, and none of it to me! Me, the boy who tried his damndest to make you proud of him, to make you happy… why didn't you just… dump me off with Uncle Shintani?" I asked.

"Naomasa wouldn't let us," Dad said.

"Yeah, 'cause he was the only SANE one aside from Makoto! Nemuri, let's go, this place is a shithole anyway," I snarled, grabbing her hand and leading her out. We went home and I just… went into the bathroom, looking in the mirror at my tired, haggard-ass face. I looked like a scummy parody of my big brother.

Nemuri walked in and wrapped her arms around me, and I smiled.

"Hell of a meeting, right babe?" I dryly asked.

"Honey… I am NEVER. EVER. Going to let our baby near them… how can three perfectly okay adults come out of scumbags like them?!" she sighed, "I mean, you're handsome, and down to earth, you never even back down on what you believe in… how haven't you… you know?"

"Offed myself? Hell if I know…" I laughed dryly, kissing her, "Maybe you're the reason why…" I sighed.

"Babe… that's cheesy as hell…" Nemuri teased.

"What?! Oh come on! You know it's the truth, Nemuri…" I exclaimed, "Look, forget it… let's just…" I trailed off, because she was kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her, clothes coming off and I picked her up a bit. Stepping into the bath and starting the water. She had fucking buttons for tempratures of water.

There is a god. I leaned over to her ear, "Remember when you said I was good at fucking you…?" I whispered.

"Is that true, Nemuri?" I continued before she could say yes, I nibbled her ear and she giggled at it. I loved teasing her, I slowly pinned her to the wall, her arms spread upward, breathing somewhat rapidly. I lifted her up and she exposed her neck to me, letting me kiss and bite a little bit, the steam from the heat from the water coming out of the showerhead making things a little slick. Making her a little more vulnerable. She was moaning, panting, keeping it sweet and soft. I kissed her breasts, her body shuddering from the contrast. I let my left hand drift down and massage her folds. They were soaked.

"You're soaked, babe… and not just from the fucking glorious shower," I sighed, "And you're panting like you ran a marathon… I'm not even in you yet,"

Nemuri whined a little, I shut her up and entered her, her moan being sounded into my mouth and making things even more steamy. She weakened and wrapped her arms around me to steady herself as I lowered, pumping slowly, feeling her folds embrace me as I held her close.

Whatever's out there is out there, what's in here is ours. We pulled back, the saliva being washed away. She touched foreheads with mine.

"Mm… hahhh… Takayuki… I'm close, darling…" she sighed.

"I love you, babe… I love you so much…" I muttered. She gripped me tighter, biting her lip and leaning back, releasing with a moan towards the ceiling. I hugged her back to my chest, letting my love stay in her.

I wanted my kid to be the best damn Tsukauchi the world would ever see.

A few weeks later and I was working hard, the trigger cases were finally being wrapped up because of my lovely girlfriend's involvement. I looked down at the small box in my hand. I took a deep breath, I needed this. I wanted this.

I heard the door open and Nemuri breezed in, seemingly happy about something. Normally she'd be cussing out a difficult rescue or a difficult villain to take down. Then I'd kiss her and shut her up. She marched up to me and threw her arms around me, kissing me and pulling back a little bit.

"Guess what, Taka?" she asked.

"What, Nemi?" I wondered.

"Well… I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, "Isn't that AMAZING?!"

"Pregnant," I repeated.

"Yep!" she giggled.

"Pregnant," I stated.

"Uh-huh, that's what I said," Nemuri sighed.

"Pregnant… you… me… baby inside?" I mumbled.

"Ugh! Yes! Our baby is growing inside my womb…" she huffed. I smiled and looked down at my pocket.

"Okay, this makes this SO much easier…" I sighed.

"Wait… Taka… you…" she breathed, watching me kneel, pulling out the box. I smiled and popped it open.

"Go ahead and put it on, Mrs. Tsukauchi," I stated. Nemuri didn't start crying, but she hugged me, the ring on her finger sparkling in the light. I smiled and hugged her back. I can't wait to meet you, little one… Mommy and Daddy are gonna be so happy when you come...