Little One
Part 1
Konnichi wa, minna! I'm back! Guess what!? This is an
Ami/Greg fic! FINALLY I WRITE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T
GAY!!! I'll be ok...anyway, this is an idea I've had
in my head ever since I wanted to write fanfiction. So
the basic idea is little over five years old...^_^ The
scouts are 22-23 years old, still in Tokyo. I don't
own SM.
Ami's eyes opened sleepily on a bright Saturday
morning. Streching, she sat up and scratched her head.
She yawned and as she was about to stand, a strong arm
slipped around her waist, pulling her back down onto
the bed and making her lie back down. She smiled and
rolled over.
Next to her laid Greg, eyes still closed and a goofy
grin on his face. Ami kissed his nose and his eyes
slowly opened. "And just where do you think you're
going, Miss Ami?"
Ami laughed. "I was going to go take a bath until I
was dragged back into bed."
"Can I join you," Greg asked, kissing her lips softly.
"No," she said firmly, removing his arm and heading
for the bath room.
He sat up, acting hurt. "Why not?"
Ami poked her head back out the door. "Because, then
I'd never get to take my bath." She disappeared back
into the bathroom.
"Thats the point," Greg answered, laughing. He heard
the shower being turned on and Ami poked her head back
outside of the door. "What?" Ami smiled sweetly and
stuck her tounge out at him. "Do that again, I'm
coming in there," he threatened. She acted as if she
were thinking of what he could do to her before
reapting the action and slamming the bathroom door
shut. "You asked for it," Greg said to himself.
Getting up and walking to the door, he discovered it
to be locked. He began to bang on the door when he
heard Ami's voice from inside, singing and taunting.
That made him madder.
"Ami Mizuno! Open this door!"
"No," Ami's voice replied.
"AH, Come on," Greg pleaded. "Please?" Ami said
nothing. "Ames?" Still nothing. "Ami? You ok in
there?" Ami still said nothing. Greg was getting
worried. He placed his hand on the knob and turned
it...
And the door opened.
"Ami," Greg asked unsure.
"Come in, Greg." Greg smiled and di as he was told...
Thirty minutes later, Ami laid in her bed with Greg's
arms wrapped around her. The blanket was pulled up to
their waists and their eyes were closed. Greg
instinctvely kissed Ami's forehead. She smiled. Greg
did too as his hand slipped down to her stomache.
"So, the test came out positive," Greg asked, his eyes
still closed.
"Mmmhmmm," came Ami's sleepy reply. "I go to the
docter today to confirm it." She opened her eyes
slowly. "Excited?"
He opened his eyes. "Of course." His eyes fell on her
stomache where his hand rested. "You know," he stared.
"You never told me where you got this scar." His
finger traced a long scar that extended from Ami's
right side down to the lower left half of her
stomache. Ami rested her hand on top of his.
"When I was seven, I was in a car accident. Mom gota
bump on the head and I got this scar. The man who hit
us, hit my side...a peice of the door was rammed into
my stamache. The docters were surprised I made such a
great recovery." Ami looked up into his eyes. "Why
were you wondering?"
"I was just curious. I figured it to be from a youma
attack. I'm sorry." He brought his hand up and rested
it on her cheek. "When is your appointment, baby
girl?"
Ami closed her eyes and smiled. "Two thirty this
afternoon. What time is it now?"
Greg rolled over to look at the clock. "Eleven.
Whatcha wanna do?"
"I need to take a REAL shower and get dressed. Then
grab a bite to eat."
Greg smiled, kissed her again the let her go. Ami got
up from their bed and headed back for the shower. Greg
sighed, streched and got up, too. He headed for his
duffel bag on the floor. Gathering his clothes for the
day, he changed into a pair of blue jeans, a white tee
shirt and a blue flannel over that, despite the
bright, summer day. Picking up his clothes from
yesterday that were thrown all over Ami's bedroom,
Greg shoved them into his duffel bag. "We might as
well be married now," he said out loud. "I pratically
live here anyway!"
Ami emeraged from the bathroom, showered and
refreashed. She went to her closet and chose her out
fit: a pair of black jeans and a simple white tee
shirt , tucked in with a black vest, and a brown,
braided belt. After getting dressed, Ami headed for
the living room and sat in her over stuffed leather
recliner. Ami sighed heavily and closed her eyes...She
couldn't believe this. She could be pregnant.
Her...Ami Mizuno....Fears flashed in her
mind....Although her mother loved her very much, she
was rarely around. Too busy with work... It was hard
on Ami at times, but she swore if she became a mother
to never repeat that mistake.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Ami opened her eyes to see
Greg kneeled in front of her. "You alright?"
"I'm fine. Just...nervous, I guess." Ami chuckled to
herself. "Me? Afriad of going to the docter..."
Greg laughed with her. "The world is coming to an
end!" He leaned up and kissed Ami's nose then stood.
"You'll be fine. Its just a trip to see if you're
pregnant."
"I know. Just, well....what if I am? I'm having fears
of being like my mother...never there for my child."
Greg smiled and ruffled her hair. "You'll be a great
mom. After all, you baby sit the scouts, don't you?"
Ami smiled, but didn't say anything. "Come on, baby
doll. You need something to eat before you go to the
docter." Greg led her to the kitchen where he had
preapred them breakfast...
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...Ami smiled and shook the docter's hand.
"Thanks for coming in today, Ami. Will you be ok," The
docter asked.
"I'll be fine. Thank you." Ami left the office and
headed for the parking garage. She went down three
floors to her parking level and found her car.
Unlocking the door and climbing in, Ami placed the key
into the igntion. But didn't start the car. All at
once, the tears that were inher eyes spilled over. She
beat the stearing wheel with her hands then crossed
her arms and laid her head on her arms. The tears of
pain and sorrow still flowing down her face.
"Oh, Greg," Ami whispered. "I'm so sorry...."
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Heather "Lita" McCoy
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