A/N: If some of you noticed, I did change the story rating to M as there will be some mild sex scenes in another chapter or two. It’s not very explicit, but ff.net is very strict about that sort of thing. O’genki desu ka translates into, “How are you doing?” or literally “Are you in good spirits?”
Just a few weeks ago, Michiru had started to do something she’d never hoped to do: resort to maternity clothes. Michiru had been wearing some of Haruka’s white button up dress shirts. As cute as Michiru looked in Haruka’s outfits, Setsuna had insisted that she needed real maternity clothes.
So, the three of them planned to spend the afternoon shopping together. Michiru was just finishing up getting ready as the doorbell rang. She tried to repress her growing anticipation as she hurried down the stairs. “Slow down, Michiru!” a concerned Haruka called after her. The last thing Haruka needed was her wife to fall and injure herself and their unborn offspring.
Michiru held firmly onto the railing as she took the last step. She absently smoothed her hand over her tummy as she made her way to the door. She had been doing this a lot lately, mostly when the babies were moving around or just simply to assure herself that this miracle she had longed for was a reality. Instead of one of Haruka’s shirts, Michiru was wearing a cream colored maternity blouse that still had plenty of room for her growing middle. There was a soft pink ribbon that tied just above her tummy. Michiru threw open the door only to be glomped by Hotaru!
“I missed you, Michiru-mama!”
“Konnichiwa!” Michiru called cheerfully to her ‘sister’ and daughter. It had been a few weeks since she’d seen the two and she missed them very much. After Hotaru pulled back, the taller, garnet-eyed woman embraced Michiru fiercely. “Genki desu ka?”
Michiru hugged Setsuna back, the girth between them making this process slightly more difficult. “Ee, genki desu…oh!” Michiru gasped as she pulled back.
Setsuna smiled. “Was that…?”
Michiru giggled. “Hai, one of the babies is kicking.” She placed Setsuna and Hotaru’s hands on her tummy. Hotaru’s eyes went wide. “Wow, I can feel it!” she exclaimed.
Setsuna smiled. “My goodness, you’ve got some active little ones there. One has to be a future track star like Haruka.”
“Hai,” Michiru agreed.
“Someone called me?” said a husky voice behind them.
Setsuna smiled. “You definitely have at least one future track star in your womb,” Haruka laughed as she came beside Michiru and gave her a quick kiss. The blond lovingly patted her tummy. “I’m going to go now, Love. I will see you later.”
Michiru nodded. “Ja.”
Haruka gave her adopted daughter a hug goodbye and whispered to Setsuna. “Please watch out for her.”
Setsuna smile, knowing that Haruka had not meant Hotaru either. See eyes the Green-haired woman before replying, “Hai, ja ne!”
Michiru looked puzzled. “Eh, Haruka what did you say to her?”
Haruka was already out the door and flashed them a peace sign. “Nothing. Ja-ne!” and with that, Haruka took off on her motorcycle.
Later on that day, the three of them had been to at least a dozen stores. Multiple shopping bags hung from both Michiru’s arms. She bought several maternity pants, blouses and dresses. Hotaru was bored and tired. “Are we going to go yet?” the teenager complained.
Setsuna turned and elbowed Hotaru gently. “Hime-chan, don’t be rude, we treated Michiru to this day.”
Hotaru looked at her Setsuna-mama and shrugged. “Gomen.”
A few minutes later Michiru came across a baby store. She had to go in. Setsuna, starting to feel as tired as Hotaru, slowly followed behind. Once she was inside, Michiru instantly fell in love with all the pastel blues, pinks and yellows. She came across a bib that said, ‘I love Mommy,’ ‘I love Daddy,’ and so on.
Michiru gasped. “Kawaii!” she cried as she held out the tiny pieces of clothing to Setsuna and Hotaru.
Setsuna managed a smile. “Michiru, we’re going to be having your baby shower in just a few weeks, why don’t you wait on this stuff?” her garnet-eyed friend suggested.
Michiru sighed disappointedly, but conceded. “I suppose you’re right,” the soldier of elegance responded, placing the accumulated items back on the rack. Hotaru, tired from the humidity, sighed with relief.
Afterwards, the trio stopped at a quaint little restaurant not too far ahead. Haruka and Michiru had heard that this restaurant was one of many that Makoto had owned, but they had never been to this one. The three of them entered and were seated immediately. There were a considerable amount of people in the restaurant, but not too many.
The aqua-haired woman frowned as she stared at the menu. As tempted as she was, sashimi was out of the question. She sighed as she set the menu back down on the table. She decided to opt for one of Haruka’s favorites, a salad. She was drawn out of her reverie by Hotaru’s voice. “Michiru-mama, what are you having?” the raven-haired girl inquired.
Michiru smiled. “I’m having a salad, since I cannot have sashimi,” the aqua-haired beauty responded, bummed.
Hotaru nodded. “I think Setsuna-mama and I are going to order the curry.” She explained.
A moment later, a young bubbly waitress appeared before them. “Minna-san, konnichiwa. Please let me know when you are ready to order.” Hotaru ordered a glass of milk and Setsuna had ordered her usual favorite, green tea. Lastly they placed their orders and when it was Michiru’s turn, the woman took notice of Michiru’s pregnant tummy. “Oh you’re pregnant?” the woman’s eyes lit up and she gasped. ‘Well, obviously,’ Michiru thought to herself wryly. Instead she responded with a smile, “Hai, I’m due in three months,” she explained.
“That’s wonderful,” the blond waitress explained. “Are you having a boy or a girl?”
Michiru placed her hand absently on her tummy. “Twin girls.”
“Wow, how exciting!” the waitress exclaimed as moved closer and placed her hand on Michiru’s tummy.
Michiru was startled by the sudden invasion of space. She didn’t have time to complain, however, because the waitress happened to place her hand on the spot where one of the babies was kicking. The young woman gasped. “One of them kicked!”
Michiru forced a laugh. “Yes, they seem to be very active today,” she agreed. Setsuna and Hotaru, appalled, sat and watched in silence. Once the waitress moved back, Michiru picked up her menu again and decided to order quickly as to avoid any further invasions of space. “I’ll have a chicken salad and some water.”
The waitress had pulled out the pen and paper she had written Setsuna and Hotaru’s orders on and then paused briefly. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else,” the waitress frowned. “You’re eating for three, you know.” The agitation was becoming slightly more evident on Michiru’s normally calm features. She usually enjoyed the attention when people marveled at her pregnant belly. This however, was starting to get out of hand.
“No, the chicken salad should be good enough, thank you.” Michiru spoke tersely as she handed over the menu.
The waitress, who obviously did not pick up Michiru’s tone, continued. “Well, how about dessert? We have many filling pie and cake slices,”
Just as Michiru felt like she was about to have a raging hormone episode, Setsuna cut in.
“No, we’ll just have our entrees and drinks. Now, if you could put in the order that would be great. We can’t stay long,” the garnet-eyed woman abruptly explained.
Finally getting the hint, the waitress took their menus, explaining that it shouldn’t be long, and then darted off.
Setsuna leaned closer to Michiru. “This is unheard of! Makoto-san would never hire staff like this!” she exclaimed.
Michiru nodded. “I know. If Makoto knew about this, she’d be horrified.”
“Well, we should tell Makoto-san, Michiru-mama. That lady just invaded your personal space,” the young girl huffed.
The other two nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, the drinks and food arrived. They trio ate quickly as they were eager to leave. The food was good, but the service was lousy. Once they were finished, it seemed to take forever to get the bill. Finally, after about twenty minutes or so, Setsuna suggested the three walk up front to pay. Once they were outside, Setsuna burst into laughter. “Setsuna-mama?” the young girl inquired.
“Inquiring minds want to know,” Michiru said, placing her hands at the small of her back and stretching backwards to ease the small discomfort that had formed there.
“I left a one yen coin on the table,” she said simply.
“Eh?”
“It really lets them know they have terrible service.” She explained. Michiru looked to Hotaru and they laughed.
A short while later, they returned home. Haruka’s convertible was in the driveway and Michiru figured that the blond must have returned home not too long ago.
Much to Michiru’s disappointment, Hotaru and Setsuna couldn’t stay. She embraced the two fiercely and thanked them for the day. It had been a long while since she’d been able to get out.
Hotaru placed her arms around Michiru’s tummy and kissed the center. “Bye Michiru-mama!” she said pulling away. Michiru watched sadly as Setsuna’s car pulled away. A moment later, she felt arms encircle her middle. “Did you have fun today?” a husky voice whispered.
Michiru smiled and reconsidered about telling Haruka what happened at the restaurant. The blond would throw a fit and she knew it, but…“It was one of the best days I’ve had in a while.”
To be continued…