Hello, everyone! Good lord, you guys really like this story, don't you? I went to take a shower after I posted the last chapter and when I came out my e-mail was like "FIFTEEN MILLION REVIEWS JESUS CHRIST."

This pleases me!

Summary: Accidents happen. That's a simple fact of life. Some of those accidents, however, tend to be less than simple. Mpreg, ololol.

Lelouch welcomed the end of his first trimester with open arms.

At thirteen weeks, he was ready to stop feeling exhausted all the time. He was ready to stop being sick all the time, ready for all the headaches to stop, and ready for his nipples to stop hurting.

Lelouch could not believe how tender his chest was. He'd discovered it one day after school, resting on the couch in the sitting room. Suzaku had been in the kitchen, finding something for the two of them to drink, when Arthur had come sauntering in from outside, using the convenient little cat-flap that had been installed in the front door. The cat had jumped on to the back of the couch, beginning to lick at his paws, and Lelouch reached up to pet him absentmindedly. Arthur, taking this as an invitation, slowly stepped down to the arm of the couch and stealthily hopped on to Lelouch's sternum, which was one of his favorite things to do to people who were lying horizontally.

Lelouch had shrieked.

An aching pain flared across his chest, only worsening with the pressure of Arthur's little paws. Arthur, seemingly unfazed by Lelouch's agonized yell, turned in little circles on the human boy's chest, taking his sweet time in getting comfortable on his warm new pillow. He finally lay down on the Lelouch's heaving chest, eyes closed in contentment. There was the sound of clinking glass from the kitchen and Suzaku's worried voice asking what was wrong. Lelouch, still gasping and choking for air, screamed at him to get in there and get his motherfucking cat off of him because he was paralyzed with pain and unable to move. In a flash, Suzaku had removed Arthur from him and placed the little cat in a different chair. Arthur, snippily, bit the skin between his thumb and first finger as compensation for the disturbance of his resting place. His owner flinched and quickly pulled away to nurse his tiny new puncture wounds.

Lelouch moaned and rolled over, burying his face in the couch cushions. His hands came up to cover his aching nipples and his jaw clenched around a few choice words for the household pet. Suzaku hovered over him and asked if he was all right, if there was anything he could do or get him and Lelouch had hissed at him and jerked away, telling Suzaku not to touch him, not now and not ever again. He didn't really mean that though, but that had been the way he felt at the time. One phone call to Dr. Autumns and much coaxing Lelouch to uncurl from the little ball he'd formed with his body later had confirmed their suspicions.

Lelouch's mammary glands were becoming active.

He wasn't growing breasts or anything remotely like that. Dr. Autumns informed them that while all men had mammary glands, they never became functional in typical males. Lelouch wasn't a typical male. Craine babies' mammary glands became active once the body recognized a growing fetus for what it was. Lelouch's body was preparing itself for motherhood. She assured him the tenderness was completely normal and some swelling should be expected.

The entire nipple fiasco was not the only sign of the now peach-sized baby nestled inside Lelouch's body. One morning, he had been putting on his school uniform in front of the mirror in only his uniform slacks. He wouldn't deny that he had been keeping an eye on his tummy as of late, and he also wouldn't deny the tiny pang of disappointment he felt every time he found it still flat and unnoticeable. That morning, however, was the first time he had actually looked in a while, tired of checking everyday to find no change.

"Suzaku, come here!" he called towards his open bedroom door. His eyes were still locked on the mirror when Suzaku showed up, wiping foamy toothpaste from his mouth with his arm. Lelouch beckoned him over with a wave of his arm. He motioned towards his reflection. "Look."

Suzaku looked. He caught the gist of what Lelouch was thinking and his eyes automatically went to the reflection's abdomen. The normally enviously thin plane of ivory skin and slim muscle was not as it used to be. Now, there was a tiny, tiny hint of a protruding belly. Lelouch was still thin, and the little pooch was hardly noticeable, but it sent shivers of excitement and anticipation up their spines. Until that point, Lelouch being pregnant hadn't been something material they could fully wrap their minds around, but now the proof was staring them in the face. That proof was small, but it still made everything more real.

Suzaku grinned and pulled Lelouch into his arms. He let out a giddy laugh and fell to his knees. His hands covered the slight swelling of Lelouch's stomach, as if he were making sure he wasn't imagining it. Once he was convinced it was real, he nuzzled his face into Lelouch's abdomen, giving it fluttering little kisses and murmuring a soft "Hello, little one."

Lelouch had grumbled about the trials of pregnancy he would face, like fatigue, morning sickness, and weight gain. Seeing Suzaku's reaction at the first sign of his belly, however, softened his heart. Instead of his usual short remarks and testy temperament, he cupped Suzaku's face in his hands and let his face be overtaken by a genuine smile and a happy, dreamy look in his eyes. He found it easy to fall into the role of content and expecting mother in moments like these.

Lunch with Millay and Shirley had been planned for a Saturday. Lelouch knew that this lunch date most likely didn't bode well for him. Millay would probably drag him baby shopping or something, and Suzaku would be too excited about it for him to say no.

"It won't be so bad," Suzaku said with a hint of a chuckle. "They're just excited."

"That's touching," Lelouch scoffed. "I still think it's a little too early to be painting the nursery. Millay told me she wants to help me decorate it. She likes yellow."

Suzaku smiled. "Yellow would be cute."

"You're missing the point."

"Maybe we should listen to her advice. Millay does have a niece and a nephew. She might know a thing or two."

"Well, I hope she hasn't managed to rope Shirley into any of her schemes." He shuddered at the thought. Millay and Shirley were unstoppable together.

"Oh, Lelouch, lighten up a little." Suzaku slung an arm around his shoulders. "Get excited. I think you would have fun planning for the baby. We'll have to go shopping to buy clothes, furniture, toys, and you love putting rooms together. Decorating a nursery is going to be great."

Lelouch had to admit; he did have some ideas for the nursery. Ideas that didn't necessarily involve yellow.

They arrived at the little café a quarter past noon. Millay hopped from their outside table to greet them. Shirley did her best to hide a small stack of magazines from view while they were preoccupied. She smiled and waved at Lelouch when he saw her.

"How are you feeling Lulu?" Millay asked once they were seated.

"I'm feeling much better these days." He picked up a menu and opened it. "The morning sickness is more or less over with. Finally."

"Now that your first trimester is over, you should start feeling normal again," she told him. "Mindy said it was like night and day. Suddenly she had more energy, she didn't feel sick anymore, and she ate all the time. It was a little scary."

"Yeah, Lelouch eats all the time now," Suzaku teased. He narrowly dodged a kick from under the table, laughing good-naturedly at the glare sent his way.

"What I eat still doesn't compare the amount of food you shove down your face," he snapped defensively. Suzaku merely shrugged and smiled to himself. He leaned over to look at Lelouch's menu.

"You two are so sweet," Shirley giggled, a hand rising to cover her mouth. "I think you might be giving me cavities."

"Thanks, Shirley." Suzaku grinned at the blush covering Lelouch's face, which was turned in the opposite direction.

"Well, speaking of sweet." Millay ducked under the table, sitting back up with the dreaded stack of magazines in her hands. "I saw these the other day and thought you could use them. You should probably get started on your nursery. It's never too early! And the ones in this one are so cute." She flipped one open to show Lelouch.

"Let's not get carried away," Lelouch said. "There's still a lot of time left. And we can't even tell if it's a boy or a girl yet." Despite his words, Lelouch began to look through the one Millay slid across the table. "I don't even know what I want for a nursery either."

"That's why you should start looking; to get some ideas. You could always do a neutral color, like green or white. Or yellow!"

"I like yellow." Suzaku took a magazine for himself.

"See, Suzaku likes yellow."

"… We'll see."

"Lulu," Shirley chimed, playing with the straw in her Pellegrino. "Do you have any ideas for names?"

The question took Lelouch aback. "Names?"

"Baby names." Shirley cocked her head. "You haven't found any you like?"

"I haven't really been thinking about it." He looked to Suzaku. "I guess it slipped my mind."

"Mine too."

"Mindy still has all her old baby name books. I'll bring them next week." Millay sighed happily. She settled her elbows on the table, interlocking her fingers and placing her chin on the small bridge her hands made. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Aunt Millay has big plans for the next few months." She winked.

Lelouch swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in this throat.

"What do you think of a Japanese name?"

"Hm." Suzaku stretched in front of the bedside. "Depends on the name, I suppose."

Lelouch looked up at him from his side of the bed, pen in his hand and notebook flat against his bent knees. He wore his reading glasses, which he only ever wore for reading in bed, and a puzzled look. "You don't sound to keen on the idea."

"It's just…" Suzaku shrugged. "I'd much prefer the baby to have a Britannian name."

"But you're Japanese."

"I know, Lelouch. Which is why the baby should have a Britannian name." He slid between the sheets, sidling in next to Lelouch.

"You don't think the baby should have any pride in its heritage? Your heritage?" Suzaku could feel him bristle. "Being Japanese is nothing to be ashamed of, Suzaku."

"Yes it is, Lelouch. In the world we live in, it's something to be ashamed of and it would be cruel to give my child a Japanese name and ruin every chance it has at succeeding in a Britannian world." He sighed at the narrowing of Lelouch's amethyst eyes. "You and I both know that I would do anything to change that. That's why I'm in the army. But now there isn't anything we can do. Let's not fight about it tonight."

"Fine," Lelouch huffed. "Fine. Any Britannian names you're fond of?"

Suzaku moved to lie on his side, head settled on Lelouch's shoulder and a hand on his abdomen. "Hm." He closed his eyes for a second. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl. I guess we could start there."

"Give me a second to think." He snuggled his nose into the sleeve of Lelouch's silk pajamas. "What about you?"

"What about Alice? Or Jane?"

"Those are… kind of plain." Suzaku's hand found its way underneath Lelouch's pajama top so that he could touch the small lump that was the baby they were in the process of naming. "How about something a little French? Lelouch and Nunnally are kind of French."

"Yeah." Lelouch doodled in his notebook. "What about Adele?"

"That one's okay." Suzaku's eyes lit up in realization. "You know," he said, "our baby would technically be considered a prince, or a princess."

"No." Lelouch shook his head in resolution. "I don't even want to think about that. I don't want to think about what would happen if Schneizel or my father found out I was alive, or if they found out about the baby." He shuddered. "Besides. I gave up my right to the throne. I'm not a prince anymore."

"Still." The hand on Lelouch's abdomen began to rub small circles into the skin there, enjoying the warmth and solidity of it. "We should name it something befitting of a little prince or princess."

"Well, in that case we're going to need grander names. I'll have to get a book or find a website."

"I'll look for some…" Suzaku's words trailed off into a yawn that forced him to close his eyes in fatigue. "Sorry," he said softly, snuggling even closer against Lelouch. "I didn't get very much sleep in the barracks. So used to sleeping here with you."

"I hate that you have to stay in those horrible barracks. Can't you move out?"

"Well, I don't have to pay rent in the barracks. And it's just a place to keep my stuff when I'm not here with you and Nunnally."

"Then move in with us already."

"…Move in with you?" Suzaku tossed the idea around in his head. It was the simplest solution, and it made the most sense. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

"Yes. What did you think was going to happen when the baby was born? That we would move into the family barracks with you?"

"Well." Suzaku chewed on his bottom lip in thought. "I had just assumed…"

"Give notice to your commanding officer or whatever, get all of your things, and we'll help you settle in."

"Where would I put all my things? Your closet's already full to bursting with the clothes I keep here for the weekend."

"We'll move into the master bedroom." Lelouch and Nunnally lived in two smaller guest rooms while the master bedroom sat at the end of the hall, unoccupied. It had a queen sized bed and its own bathroom. Lelouch had been using it to store old furniture and Nunnally's physical therapy equipment. "We'll move everything in the master bedroom to this room and turn the guest room next to it into a nursery. The closet is bigger, and there's enough space to keep a bassinet in there if we ever needed to."

"Would Nunnally mind?" he asked bashfully. Lelouch gave him a look.

"Suzaku. She adores you, and I'm carrying your baby. She'll be overjoyed."

"Okay then." He nodded. "All right. I'll tell my boss. And then I'll get all my things together." Lelouch reached over him to turn off the lamp and set his notebook on the bedside table. The second the light went out, he flipped himself over so that he was on top of Suzaku, eyes smoldering over his body. Suzaku swallowed thickly. "L-lelouch?" he stammered.

"I've been wanting to do this all afternoon." Lelouch's hands slipped underneath his tee shirt, pulling it up over his abs.

"I thought you didn't feel like—"

"That was last night, Suzaku." He sat back on Suzaku's hips and began unbuttoning his pajama top. He gazed at Suzaku with that look that got them into the whole pregnant mess in the first place. His bangs were stylishly messy and his eyes half-lidded. Suzaku noticed he'd left his glasses on. Noticing the slightly shocked way Suzaku was staring at him, he began to slow down in unbuttoning his shirt. "Unless…" he murmured. "You don't want to."

Suzaku grabbed him by the hips, running his hands over his sides. The way Lelouch's skin felt made him remember how much he'd wanted this. It had been weeks since he'd been able to touch Lelouch without the risk of being maimed, and that had done nothing for Suzaku's teenaged libido. He wasn't about to let a chance like this slip away.

"I do," he murmured, sitting up so that Lelouch was straddling his lap. Suzaku began to kiss at his collarbone, laving it open-mouthed kisses. "I do want to." He heard Lelouch gasp above him and felt hands twist in his hair.

"Suzaku…"

Growing bolder, he pushed the now completely unbuttoned pajama top over Lelouch's pale arms, baring his chest completely. His light skin was flushed a soft blush color, and Suzaku's attention was automatically brought to two red and slightly swollen nipples. Lips still somewhere around Lelouch's collarbones, he brought his hand up and gently, ever so slightly skimmed over his left nipple. Lelouch gasped and his abdominal muscles contracted.

"Suzaku!" he hissed, eyes shut tight and jaw clenched. Suzaku, encouraged but the new sensitivity and the ideas it created, slid his lips down Lelouch's pectorals and latched on to a tender nipple. He used as little pressure as possible, intent on not inflicting any pain. Lelouch's control over his voice box diminished with each fleeting swipe of Suzaku's tongue. "Ah… That's… not fair!" he breathed huskily. When Suzaku's head left his abused chest, he slumped forward slightly, a little dazed.

"Something tells me," Suzaku tilted his head to give him one fluttering kiss on the lips, "That this trimester is going to a lot of fun."

Well, hi guys!

I have stories to tell you. Before my school year started, I got a brand new computer. Yay! Exciting, right? Well, after I played around with it and got all my files transferred and everything, the hard drive just decides to disappear one day. What. The. Fuck. It took almost two months to get it fixed. The original file for this chapter and one for All the Things You Are had been on that old hard drive and I assumed it gone forever. After it was fixed, I lost my mojo for a few months, what with the trigonometry I've been forced to do and my stupid AP English. But then one day I found this file again and I was so happy I started on it right away!

So that's my excuse! Thanks for sticking by me while I was slacking off! You can tell me how pissed you are in a review if you want, go ahead.