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    “Baby?” 

    “In here bae.” She heard him get up, feet sliding onto the floor. A slight yawn approached her and arms enclosed around her. 

    “How’s it goin?”  

    “Welp, just getting all my junk into these boxes.” He smiled against her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

    “We’re really doin this…” 

    “Mm…”

    “Kinda feels unreal.”

    “Mm…” She sighed and entangled their fingers. 

    “You didn’t have to get up babe. Why not sleep a bit longer?” He shook his head and pressed his face against her neck. 

    “Mm…I wanted to…” Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and leaned back against him. Alas a new journey was underway. Their apartment was now too small for their growing family. She had spent the early morning packing up her life little by little and piece by piece. Each step of the way, it had been bittersweet. Blame the hormones but she’d cried here and there putting her things in boxes. She wasn’t sure if it was purely out of sadness or uncertainty. Maybe it was all out of pure excitement. The television droned on in the background as Roto pressed a kiss to her neck and came around to sit besides her, ready to help her. 

 

*** 

    “I have reports that claim to have seen the Royal Couple of Japan the ‘Prince’ of Japan as he’s fondly called Hiroto Iwase and his beautiful wife Ebere Iwase out and about in Manhattan last month. Reports from a credible source says that they shared kisses and very open PDA on their outing but what has folks talking was the suspected baby bump Ebere seemed to be sporting. If you’re like me, you’ve been patiently waiting for the two to start a family and it seems they have finally gotten on board. Sources tell us that they are declining any public interviews right now and have not confirmed or denied the rumors. Either way, the public is going wild over these photos. If Hiroto and his wife are indeed pregnant, I wish them all the congratulations.” 

*** 

 

    A chuckle from next to her brought her attention towards him. He looked real pleased and slightly humored. 

    “What’s your problem?” She asked, a purse beginning to form. 

    “It’s just funny to me. The media’s been waiting for this moment haven’t they?” 

    “Hell yeah they have. They’ve been bugging me about kids the minute we got married.” He grinned. 

    “I remember that interview.”

    “Mmhm. Thirsty bunch of folks I tell you.”

    “And now, they have what they want. They just don’t know it yet.”

    “Yeah and they ain’t gon know till I get good and ready to tell them.”

    “It’s all up to you babe. If they never know that’s fine too.” Wrapping herself up in his warmth, she sighed against his chest. 

    “Tell you what? I’ll finish this up hm? Why don’t you go take a break? Maybe a nap?” Her mind had been running all day and night it seemed, excitement not allowing her to rest. But, she’d allow it to be put on hold if only for a little while. 

    “Mmkay.” Standing, she lifted his face in her hands and kissed him nice and sweet like. Smiling, he lowered a hand to her growing belly. Blushing, she tucked some hair behind his ear and pulled away, heading towards the bedroom.

***

    “Otou-san?”

    “Mm.” Small feet shuffled out of shoes and a backpack was placed by the door. 

    “Careful. There’s boxes everywhere.”

    “Mm.” Smiling, he soon peered into the face of Kyouta, who was red cheeked as he met his eyes. 

    “Okaeri.” He said warmly, standing at the stove. 

    “T-Tadaima Otousan.” He slowly came towards him and hugged him. Ruffling his hair, he laughed at the boy’s still apparent shyness. 

    “How was school today? Did you make friends?” 

    “Mm.”

    “That’s okay Kyou-kun. You will. Don’t rush it hm?”

    “Mm. Where’s Okaasan?” He asked, glancing around. It had taken him the longest yet to call Rae ‘Mom’. But when it happened finally Rae had cried, heart overflowing with love. 

    “Resting.”

    “Ah. The baby?”     

    “Mmhm.” 

    “Ah.” The boy smiled and nodded in understanding. He had taken the news well and seemed excited to welcome another member of their new and growing family. 

    “Can I help you cook dinner?”

    “Of course you can. Wash your hands and get into something comfortable. We’ll surprise Okaasan with something yummy hm?” 

    “Okay!” Eager, Kyou rushed off towards his bedroom. Chuckling to himself, he felt his heart grow full as he felt a finger poke him in the back. 

    “Alright, roll up your sleeves. Start cutting up those leeks for me. Take your time and be careful.”

    “Haiiii.” 

 

***

    The months passed them by and with it so many amazing things continued to happen, things that she could only stand in awe of God for. As her belly grew, her book continued to sell and eventually became an international best seller. Shoutoii was a continued success. Ayako, Junsui and Hinansho were booming. So many people wanted to interview her and at first she didn’t want to but at the promise of Hiroto being there with her, she agreed. She knew that this would be more than just an interview for her book. It’d be an official pregnancy announcement. She paced in the front lobby, only to walk into Roto’s chest. 

    “Baby…breathe.” 

    “Roto…I’m so nervous….”

    “I know sweetheart.” Wrapping arms around her, he kissed the crown of her head. 

    “You are in control of this Rae. Whatever you don’t feel comfortable with, you can put an end to it. Okay?” Taking a nervous breath, she tried to calm down, dropping her hands to her stomach.

    “‘Kay….” 

    “Let’s go.” 

 

    *** 

 

    “So… this is it huh? We’re just gonna fucking give up like that?”

    “You know we don’t have a choice. You know him better than anybody.” Frustrated fingers brought a cigarette to lips. 

    “You’re so fucking pathetic. I see why he dumped you.”

    “And I see why you could only touch her in photos. She was entirely too much woman for you. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to submit when needed.” The man snort and blew out the smoke from the side of his mouth. 

    “So, what is this? What are we doing?”

    “I have no intention of ever getting into a serious relationship.”

    “So I’m basically a fuck toy then.”

    “As I am to you.”

    “Can’t give up that Iwase dick huh? Fell for my cousin’s and now you’ve travelled over to my bed for a try huh?”Lips usually painted red were bare, save a clear gloss, something unusual for her. 

    “I didn't hear you complaining last night. You seemed pretty…happy about our little arrangement.” The man grinned suddenly, dragging eyes down her body. 

    “I guess so.” 

    “Hm.”

    “What happened? Honestly. You were pursuing the little bitch and then all of a sudden you stopped. Why is that?”Nails tapped against the glass table top. 

    “I had no choice.” 

 

*** 

    He sat across from two faces, faces he’d never had time to become familiar with. But faces that would perhaps finalize the end of a long torturous journey. 

    “Thank you for meeting me here Mr. and Mrs. Kuribahara.” The older woman smiled politely and bowed her head. He was sure in her younger day she had been just as beautiful as her daughter…perhaps more. 

    “As you are aware, your daughter has been very unruly as of late.”

    “We apologize for her behavior. Since she’s left prison, she’s been a bit of a loose cannon.”

    “We can all agree that prison is what was deserved of her.” 

    “O-Of course Iwase-sama.” 

    “I’ll get right to the point of why I’ve called you two here. You need to control her before things get out of hand.” Her mother paled and her father couldn’t look him in the eyes, instead choosing to stare at the table. 

    “I-I beg your pardon?” He leaned forward on the table. 

    “She’s been interjecting herself in matters that don’t concern her. Wandering too far can lead to trouble.”

    “Are…are you threatening us?” Finally a reaction from the slump that called himself her father. His face had grown red and bulbous, his lips thin and white. 

    “It’s not a threat. It’s a warning.”

    “How dare you, arrogant Iwase bastard!”

    “Kosuke!” Her mother exclaimed, lifting a hand to grip his arm. He though only sighed, a bland bored look on his face. 

    “I have questioned you two as parents in the past, wondering how you could sell your daughter for wealth. Perhaps I am too much of the new generation, perhaps it is not my place. In the world in which we live, things such as selling bodies is but a typical thing. It’s a generational initiation, a birthright.” The two looked uncomfortable as he continued, 

    “Emi has been allowed to stalk, harass and attempt murder since we were teenagers. You’ve allowed her to roam free, hiding behind your money and your prestige. Even now with her showing up to the very place still supplying your funds, you remain silent and do nothing. Accepting money from my family is long over and the police can no longer be bought to save her.”

    “The child is sick Iwase-sama. She’s ill and there is nothing we can do to save her. If she does not want to be saved, what can we do for her?” Her mother asked, fingers tightly glued together. He sat up and relaxed his fingers, flexing them. 

    “These things are of no concern to me. What you do with your daughter is up to you. Put a leash on her. If you do not, I will take back every cent you’ve borrowed from my family. By force if needed.”

    “You can’t do that! These agreements were put in place before you were ever a thought or apart of your father’s seed!” He laughed briefly, the action making the two grow still. 

    “That may be true Mr. Kuribahara. But as I am the sole owner of the Iwase estates, I can do whatever I damn well please. I don’t need your permission.” Kosuke Kuribahara slammed his hand on the table as he stood up. 

    “Don’t forget we’ve loaned your family money too, money that you gladly took as payment for screwing our daughter!” 

    “Kosuke! Stop it!” 

    “Those damned Iwases are the biggest whores to run amuck in Japan! Before him, it was his bastard father Shou. It’s a wonder he hasn’t screwed the entire female population!” He inhaled deeply to calm himself. They wanted to upset him and he would not give them that satisfaction. 

    “Say what you like but it doesn’t matter.” Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his bored expression resumed.  

    “I am extending this one and only opportunity to you. Keep your daughter on her leash away from me and my wife. Should you not, every penny, dime and nickel we’ve loaned you will be taken away and all agreements rescinded. Is that clear?” By this point, her father was bubbling with rage but he kept his tongue silent. Her mother started to cry, her hands shaking. 

    “We can’t afford this Kosuke! Not now… not after all these years…” He said nothing, just stared holes into him. 

    “I trust I will hear your final decision in a few days. Make your choice and make it well. Your livelihood and where it stands is up to you. You know where to find me.” Getting up, he slid hands into his pockets and left them behind, the sound of her mother wailing growing more and more distant. 

 

*** 

    “Ah.”

    “Tell me… are the rumors true?”

    “What rumors?”

    “Rumors that you raped underage girls who slept with Hiroto?” 

    “If it is?” The woman laughed humorlessly, reaching into his pocket to pluck a cigarette out and put it in-between her lips. 

    “God… we’re both nut cases.”

    “But that makes the sex so much better doesn’t it?” Looking up into his eyes, she smirked some. Indeed. After all, she supposed she should count it as repayment. The money that the Iwase family had borrowed had been put towards completely erasing every shred of evidence surrounding his cases. Providing hush money to the police officers, the girls involved, the judges to absolve him of any and every charge he had gained. The money the old crone had borrowed from her parents had in fact silenced whispering mouths and eyes. For she would not have anything or anybody stain the Iwase name. Inhaling the nicotine deeply, she slowly exhaled. 

    “I didn’t know you smoked.”

    “Surprise.” The twisted fate was that at the end of the day, the money she borrowed was technically Iwase to begin with so she was receiving what was only hers… only theirs. And now with that bastard having threatened to take every penny and cent they had, gained all by way of association with them… she had to. Had to stay away. Had to give up. Had to hold on to whatever shred of wealth she could. 

    “You see their interview the other day? He knocked her up.” She didn’t reply, only shrugged and took a nice long drag on the cigarette. Deep inside though, the tendrils of anger stroked her belly. She’d… she’d have to live with it. Have to live this fucked up life yet another day when all she wanted to do… all she wanted to do was die. 

 

*** 

    

    “Mrs. Iwase?”  Looking up she found her secretary standing at the door. 

    “Yes?”

    “Mr. Iwase is waiting for you in the lobby. Whenever you finish, he’ll be there.”

    “Thank you.” Standing, she gathered her things and hurried up to get to him. It was beginning to become hard to get up and walk and she felt like she waddled more than walked now. She found herself out of breath so easily nowadays and the baby constantly pressed on her bladder, making her have to pee every two seconds. As she stepped outside the elevator, her breath caught in her throat. He stood up ahead, back turned to her. Hands in his pockets, his suit jacket was removed and his hair had been pushed back from his face. 

    “Roto?” He turned around and smiled some. 

    “All ready baby?”

    “Yeah…I got everything.”

    “Okay then let’s go.” Go where she didn’t know. Her feet said go home and soak me and her body said get in the bathtub but she picked up her feet and followed him outside the building. Stepping into one of their company cars, she watched as he got in, eyebrow raised. 

    “What are you up to Hiroto?” She asked, lips pursed. He blinked innocently. 

    “Up to what?” 

    “All of this smells like conspiracy. We ain’t goin straight home are we?” His mouth began to smirk and he coughed some before clearing his throat. 

    “I never can get anything past you can I?”

    “Nuh uh.” He chuckled. 

    “Well…I know it’s late and you’re probably tired but…I figured a nice dinner out would be welcome.” She gawked.

    “A nice dinner huh?”

    “Yeah… it’s been a while since we’ve been on a date.” Smiling, she reached across and took his hand. 

    “Aw baby…you wanna go on a date with me?”

    “Always. We just haven’t had the damn time lately.” He answered, lifting her hand to his lips. 

    “Yeah…I been busy with promotions for the book and overseeing Ayako. I’ve even been coming up with more initiative ideas.”

    “Busy busy girl.”

    “Yessir.” Lifting one of her feet, he pulled it into his lap and gently slid off her shoe. 

    “Roto-”

    “I want you to lay back for me baby. Lay back and relax.” His tone breached for no argument but it was soft, gentle and throaty. Licking her lips, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes as told. 

    “When’s the last time we had a moment to just pause?” He asked, massaging her foot. She sighed in relief and smiled some. 

    “Since Nara.”

    “A while ago then hm?”

    “Yeah…”

    “I’ve sent Kyou to Otousan’s for the weekend.”

    “You’ve planned this entire thing out huh?”

    “Damn right.”

    “And what do you think will be your reward Mr. Iwase?” She asked, opening her eyes. 

    “You know the answer to that.” He grinned with a wink. 

    “You know you have an increasingly pregnant wife now.”

    “And that’s gonna stop me because?”

    “Nasty ass.” 

    “I haven’t spoiled you the way I’ve wanted to in so long baby. I intend to starting here and now. 

    “Guess I have no choice but to comply then huh?” 

    “Nope.” 

 

*** 

    She still slept soundly and he couldn’t help smirking to himself. She looked satisfied and warm, tucked against him. Leaning down, he softly kissed her lips. His fingers gently traced her side, one long curve with a few grooves and indentations. He loved her body in every way; even though she needed reminded of that more often now. Petite and small, everything from her smooth brown thighs to the round cheeks of her derriere made him hot. 

    Gliding fingers across the stretched skin of her belly, he quietly stroked the stretch marks and other imperfections that she complained about. The woman in his arms was such a little warrior and she was carrying his child… their child so well. Even though her back hurt like a bitch, her ankles grew swollen and she often said she was bigger than a hippopotamus, he wanted to be there to support and take care of her when she needed him. 

    He gently reached for her wrist and brought it to his lips. Pressing her hand gently into the duvet, he leaned down to press a kiss to an exposed breast, now full engorged and heavy. Something about seeing her swollen like this did something to him and he found her even more desirable than ever before.

    “Roo…too…” He said not a word, only sprinkled kisses up her neck and across her jaw line. 

    “Roto…”

    “Yes beautiful?” She was slow to speak. 

    “Wha time isitbaby?” 

    “Mm…about 8 in the morning.”

    “I should get up and makebreakfass…” She pouted cutely. Chuckling, he kissed her sweetly. She turned her head. 

    “Nooo…. I got mornin breath…” His shoulders shook as he laughed softly. She was too cute. 

    “I don’t care about that… come here…” He playfully kissed her cheek and tried to kiss her lips but she moved her head, giggling. 

    “Roto… no…I stink and you know it. Lemme brush my teeth first..." 

    “Baby… I’ve seen every part of you. I’ve touched every part of you. I’ve kissed every single part of you. Hell, I’ve massaged your stomach on more than one occasion when you were on your period and let you use me as your own personal bed when you wanted to cuddle. Morning breath is not going to top that.” He felt her cheeks grow hot and a smile against his chest.

    “….. fine….” She slowly lifted her head and he caressed her cheek.

    “Gimme a kiss stubborn little woman…” She closed her eyes and kissed him gently. 

    “That wasn’t so hard mm?”

    “Oh hush…What do you want for breakfast?” She asked, reaching up to smooth his hair back from his face. 

    “I’m going to cook for you.” She bit her lip but this time she didn’t argue as he kissed her again, deeper this time and yes with tongue. 

    “You gonna let me take care of you today princess?” He asked, a slow smirk forming.

    “…Yes Daddy…” She murmured softly watching as he pulled away, sliding into some loose pants. 

    “Good girl.” He winked at her and slowly closed the door behind him, leaving her in their bedroom sighing in giddy contentment. Rubbing her belly, she looked down at her protruding stomach. 

    “Your Papa is something else but he’s so good to Mama. And he’ll be so good to you.” 






Chapter End Notes:

 

A/N: Allow my to officially start the tears and water works. It's truly been a pleasure being able to bring Hiroto and Rae to life. They are special to me and I know they've grown special to you as well. They've gone through so much, so many ups and downs. But the thing that remains the same is their love for each other. No matter what, Rae got Roto and Roto got Rae. 

On their Shi Sei Katsu...on their new journey in life, they'll always have one another. It has truly filled me with joy, pride and satisfaction to give them the happiness they fought for for so long and more than deserve. As a writer and as a creative, I've never written something with this much magnitude and depth nor have I grown so attached to my characters before. I knew that when God told me to write this story that it would be life changing. I knew it then in 2015. I prayed long and hard because at the time, I was trying to adopt another writing style, one not as pornographic in nature and idol centered.

I remember after I had the series of dreams of a Japanese teenaged boy, troubled and rough around the edges and a foreign African-American girl abandoned in Japan, I prayed to God like... Lord....Hiroto is doing really graphic things sexual in nature. Are you sure? Lord, Hiroto's cussing up a storm in the dream and conducting very destructive behavior. Are you sure? I can reveal it to you now but in my dreams, Rae was not only raped as a child but she was raped brutually as an adult, pregnant with their first child. I remember the dream very vividly. She was walking home from the store, (in the dream she had stepped down as COO and desired to be a housewife...of which Hiroto felt guilty for.) and three or four thugs came out of no where and gang raped her. Hiroto was on his way home from Shoutouii and upon traveling on the path to home, found her bloodied and abused on the side of the road. In the dream, Rae miscarried because of the rapings.

That morning after I dreamt it, I literally cried y'all. I cried so hard. I felt Rae's pain and for a while after that, I was very sensitive. I've never experienced anything like that before... quite like that. I did not write any of it. And thanks to God I didn't. I decided that once again, I would deviate from my original dream. I would not force Rae to endure more misery, pain, heartbreak and brutality. I chose to give her a happy ending. I chose to give Hiroto a happy ending. Because in the original dreams, he went after the men who raped his wife and killed them... All of them. And it traveled all the way through their life span until they died. I dreamt of their death and once again woke up crying.

Okay, we have one more chapter family. And this one is final. I'll see you next week hehe. 

Sunhalo17

 

Cute Rae maternity shoot (even though I didn't write it but it don't matter cause here is the vision ANYWAY and just general Rae being pregnant stuff JUST BECAUSE:







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