A/N: So basically this is a sequel to "Reunited". And guess what? It has mpreg. So if you don't like mpreg, then don't read this. Yeah...For those of you who are still interested in reading this, you may safely proceed.
Chapter 1
August 19, 2009
Mello and I have been in this relationship for over a year now. It's hard to believe that a year ago last April, I was reunited with my best friend, the one that I love so dearly. In a way, it feels like yesterday, but then again, it feels almost as if we were never separated.
I walk through a back alley behind Mello's hideout, then wedge the door open. I sneak in, looking around for anyone who might catch me. Mello knows I'm here, but his thugs don't. They don't exactly know that we're a couple, that the zebra-striped couch they sit on every day is where he and I had our first time, or that we do it in his room on a weekly basis. Which is surprising, because Mello can get loud during sex. Then again, he's loud a lot, so maybe they're just used to hearing him scream, whether it be in anger, pain, or ecstasy.
"Mel?" I whisper, hoping he'll hear me.
"Hey, Matt," he says, stepping out where I can see him. "Did they see you?"
I shrug. "Not to my knowledge."
"Then you should be fine," he tells me, smiling. "Now, how about we pick up where we left off last time?"
"Okay!" I reply eagerly. I grab his hand when suddenly he pulls back and sprints to the bathroom.
"Dammit, not again!" he mutters. I follow him and find him on his knees, clutching the toilet bowl and puking.
"Mel! You all right?" I ask him as his wave of sickness passes. "And what did you mean 'not again'?"
"This is the third time since yesterday morning," he moans. "I figured you'd worry if you knew, so I didn't--"
"You're damn right I'd worry! You never get sick like this, Mels," I say, sitting next to him. "You need to see a doctor."
"No!" Mello says sharply. "I can't do that, Matty."
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because I can't give out my real name, Matt. And if something is seriously wrong with me, the mafia'd have to pay for it, and then we'd get arrested!" he explains. "Is that what you want?"
"Well, no," I say.
"Well then, the doctor is out of the ques--" he begins to say, but ends up crouching over the toilet again. I massage his tense shoulders and plant a kiss on his flushed cheek when he's finished.
"So, you don't have a doctor, like...working for you?" I ask him.
Mello looks at me, then a look crosses his face. "Well, I think there's one guy that we just hired...he might be able to take a look at me..."
"Nowhere I'd be unhappy about him looking, I hope," I say with a smirk.
"Don't worry," he replies. "I know you're the only one allowed to touch 'certain' places..."
He gives me a seductive smile and leans over to me. When our lips touch, I feel his arms and legs wrap around me.
"Are you--mmm--gonna be okay?" I ask, my lips still on his. "You feel all right?"
"Yeah..." he replies. "Besides, we haven't done it in here yet..."
"What about the shower?" I ask him.
"Whatever. The point is, I wanna have sex with you. Right here, right now," he whispers.
He doesn't need to convince me any further. It's not even 20 minutes that have passed before we're bopping like bunnies on the ice-cold, slippery bathroom floor. It'll be even more slippery when we're done in here...
After I pull out of Mello, I collapse onto the hard linoleum next to him, still holding his warm body.
"You still feeling okay?" I ask him.
"Hmm? Oh...yeah," he replies.
"Okay. I just wanted to make sure I didn't excite you to the point that you'd throw up again," I tell him, resting my hand on his stomach. "Now, how about we clean ourselves up and get you to this doctor?"
"Nngh, fine," he sighs. Mello never did like doctors...
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Mello asks the doctor in disbelief.
"I said, according to your test results, you are pregnant, Mello," the doctor tells him again.
"There's no way I can be pregnant, you incompetent bastard," he snarls. "I'm a guy. I have a dick."
"He does," I chime in. A very impressive one, too, if I do say so...I let him top me once; I was sore back there for three days. But I digress...
"Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that you are pregnant," the doctor insists. Mello growls in a way that I can't help but find sexy and pulls his gun out, aiming it at the doctor's head.
"You dirty...if this is some kind of damn joke, you can come clean now, and I won't blow your brains out," he says. The scary thing is, he's dead serious.
"B--but if you kill me, what other doctor could you go to?" he asks, his voice trembling. Mello stares at him, gun still raised.
"Mello, he's right," I agree nervously, putting a hand on his shoulder. He lets out a heavy sigh and drops his gun-wielding hand to his side.
"I promise to keep everything 100% confidential, Mello. As a doctor, I am under oath--I'm required by law to do so," he says.
Mello scoffs at his comment. "Please. You're working for the mafia. What's the law matter to you? You should be more worried about me killing you."
"Um...yes, sir," he says. "N--now then, we've determined that you are in fact pregnant...now you do have some options I can discuss with you--"
Mello looks at me with a knowing look in his eye. Then he looks back at the doctor. "You mean an abortion, don't you?"
"Um...well, uh...if you choose to take that option, I can set you up with--"
"Out of the question," Mello says simply. "I want to keep it."
For some reason, his quick decision to keep the baby surprises me. In a good way, I mean. But then again, it could have something to do with the fact that his mother tried to abort him, which obviously didn't happen...Yes, I know several things about Mello that he wouldn't even consider telling anybody else.
"Very well, then..." the doctor says with a shrug. "Okay, now what we need to find out for sure is how far along you are. From looking at you, obviously you're not very far. And judging by how you said that the morning sickness has just started within the last week, I'd venture a guess at...six, six and a half weeks?"
"Um...o--okay..." Mello says, looking down at his still-flat stomach.
"Come back to see me in two weeks and we'll do an ultrasound," he instructs. "If there's nothing more that needs to be said or done, you're free to go, Mello!"
"Great. Matty, let's get the hell out of here," Mello commands, grabbing my hand. Without responding or protesting, I turn and nod as a silent 'thank you' to the doctor before following my lovely blonde mobster out of the small brick building.
"So...you're gonna be a daddy, I guess," he says. I reply by smiling and embracing him tightly.
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