Name:  Talk of Angels
By: Sailor Star/LadieAJ
Rated: TV PG14; D
E-mail: Goodnight_Spoon@hotmail.com
Created: Thursday, May 18, 2000 3:43:49 PM 

            Haruka was at the garage, sitting in her racecar. Her chest felt tight, and the urge to cry nearly overwhelmed her, but no tears would come.

            *Well, Haruka, now you've done it.*  She thought. *Now everyone's going to know the truth, and Mamoru will probably leave.*  The idea brought tears to her eyes, where they had not come before.

            "Maybe he won't leave," she whispered.  "Oh, God, please don't let him leave..." her legs were becoming cramped, so Haruka got out of the car slowly and began walking around the garage, trying to work out the kinks.

            *Whatever happens,* she knew, *No good will come of hiding this from him.*  Now she scoffed.  *Like I could.*

            Her decision made, Haruka walked out of the garage and over to her yellow Ferrari, which was parked in her registered parking space.  Getting in, Haruka pulled the car out of the parking lot, and started driving in the direction of Mamoru apartment.

            *How am I going to tell him this?* Haruka wondered. *And what of the baby?*  As much as she resented her unborn tenant, the thought of aborting it rankled.  Adoption was always an option, but suppose it turned out to be a Senshi?  *Should that happen, it'll need both me *and* Mamoru.*

            Haruka still couldn't come to term with the idea of being a mother.  *Me.  Tenou Haruka...a mother?*  Just the thought was ludicrous.

            By now she was at Mamoru's apartment building. Haruka glanced at the clock on her car's dashboard. *Five thirty-two.  He should be home.  Or,* she snarled, *Out with Usagi.*  Her mood managed to turn sourer yet, and she slammed the door with more force than was required.

            Walking into the apartment building, Haruka pondered over what she would say on the occasion that Usagi was there.  *I could just say that Michiru and I had another fight, so I came over to talk it out with Mamoru...No,* she discarded the option.  *She'll just want to help, and once I've spilled out a good lie, she'll go and wreck it by calling Michiru.*

            Reaching the elevator, Haruka pushed the button and waited impatiently.  There was a 'binging' noise, and Haruka stepped into the elevator.  Much too soon, the ride was over, and she was on Mamoru's floor.  Taking a deep breath, Haruka strolled out into the hallway and over to a door that she knew by heart.

            Resisting the urge to just walk right in, Haruka knocked on the door, praying to any deity who may hear, that Usagi would not answer the door.  Her prayers were answered when Mamoru opened the door.  His eyes lit up when he saw her.

            "Haruka," he smiled, ushering her inside.  "God, it's good to see you."  He bent to kiss her, but Haruka turned, only granting him her cheek.  "Haruka...?" he asked, trailing off.  "Is something wrong?"

            Haruka nodded mutely.  "We need to talk."

            Nodding his understanding, Mamoru lead her to the couch, waiting for her to sit before he did so himself.  Haruka was looking down, dodging his piercing gaze.

            "Now," Mamoru smiled, trying to lighten the mood.  "What's wrong?"

            "You know that I went to pick up my test results today."  Haruka said, stalling despite herself.

            "Haruka," Mamoru took her hands in his.  "Are you alright?"

            Haruka laughed, but it sounded more like a sob.

            "Haruka...?"  Mamoru released one of her hands, putting a finger underneath her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze.  Deep blue met two puddles of ocean blue, and searched, trying to find whatever it was that troubled his love so.  Finally he broke the gaze.  "You're pregnant, aren't you?" he asked quietly.

            Haruka nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.  "I'm so sorry."  She whispered.  A tear slid down her cheek, but Mamoru brushed it away.

            Pulling her into his arms, Mamoru held Haruka gently, as if afraid she would break apart.  "We're pregnant," he whispered, his grip tightening slightly.  "And I love you."  Haruka started to cry, and Mamoru rocked her gently, back and forth.  "Oh, God...!" he whispered, his voice excited.  "We're pregnant.  Pregnant!  A baby...our baby!"

            "You're not upset?"  Haruka asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

            "Upset?"  Mamoru chuckled, pulling far enough away that he could look her in the eye while he spoke. "Not in the least.  Nervous, a bit...excited, Hell yeah." His gaze turned serious.  "Look, we made this baby together, and we'll handle this together."

            Haruka nodded.  "But what of the others?"

            Mamoru shrugged, leaning back into the couch, his arm around Haruka's shoulder.  "What of them?" he asked.

            "We'll have to tell them sometime," Haruka reminded. "No one would believe us if we said that Michiru impregnated me."

            "Well," Mamoru thought aloud, "When they do find out, there'll be trouble; and we want to enjoy this pregnancy as much as we can."

            "You mean as much as *you* can," Haruka teased. "I'm the one who's gonna get as big as the Goodyear blimp."

            "Don't worry about that," Mamoru said, kissing her forehead.  "I don't love you because you're beautiful."

            Haruka blushed.  "Beautiful?" she asked with a laugh.

            Mamoru nodded earnestly, "Haruka," he said, "I consider you the epitome of female 1perfection.  You're the most *real* person that I know, and you're not afraid to be yourself.  Not to mention that you're brave, but kind, and," he grinned, "You've put up with me so far."

            Her eyes glistening with tears, Haruka gazed into Mamoru's eyes.  "Oh, God...I love you, Mamoru."

            "I love you, too," Mamoru grinned, lowering his head and kissing her stomach.  "Both of you."

Chapter 17

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