The two of them hadn't spoken of the night before until that evening, as they sat in his living quarters with tea. "I'm just going to say it right now, I remember nothing. I remember talking to Hitoshi about my dress and going to the bar, that's it. Did I embarrass myself?" "No, I made sure to get you out of the area when you burst into tears over your lack of social tact." "I cried? Oh god no I'm so sorry that must have been so awkward!" "Really, it was justified. Everything you said was true, other than Mitsuru, no one here really took the time to get to know you as a person. Hell I'm surprised it only came up now. Everything you said was true, we really haven't been treating you like a real person." Momoko felt herself trying to put up her shield, but she fought it, instead forcing herself to look at her mug, seeing her own reflection. She looked like a wreck. Not that Hajime looked much better. With how hungover he had been he took the day off, preferring to lounge around the apartment. "So what now?" She asked quietly, almost more to herself that him. "Now? It's like eight P.M and we've both been sitting around worrying all day. I say you head home and we just sleep for tonight. Nothing good is going to come of trying to make important choices when we're sober and anxious." If she hadn't been so tense, she would have laughed. -- Things started to go back to normal after that, but Momoko noticed a few changes from her co workers. People smiled when they came in her office. Samon made causal conversation with her. Hitoshi randomly brough her muffins. And she and Hajime had begun going out for coffee on Thursday afternoons. It was only four times so far but she enjoyed it. They talked about work and family and anything else. On the last one they even held hands while walking back to the train station. It was nice, there wasn't any pressure to go faster than they wanted. Unfortunately Momoko wasn't feeling well. "I think I might have to cancel on him Samon," she groaned into her folded arms, "what if he thinks I'm not into him anymore?" "He's not that terrible! He'll understand- actually he'll probably have an anxiety attack worrying about you. Remember when Jyugo had his tonsils out? Man Hajime was a nervous wreck." "You're really not helping." Samon shrugged, "hey I'll go break the news to him for you. It's just a stomach bug, they're going around like wildfire these days. Heck Liang was totally benched last week in the soccer match against Building Six, and you know how competitive he gets with sports!" Momoko waved him off and he headed out. Disliking the number he put the phone up to his ear. "Yeah what is it?" "Warden's got that stomach bug that's going around. She's gonna stay in today. Got too freaked out to call you, thought you'd think she's trying to get out of the date." "Stomach bug? You mean the one that's in your building and Mao's primarily? How'd she catch it?" "I don't know but all the symptoms are there. Well, she barfed anyway." There was a long pause. "...Samon, I'm gonna have to call you back. " Hajime's voice sounded in a sort of over panicked calm, "Tell her I'm on my way and don't let her take any medicine." Then a click. He went back in, "Hajime took it weird. He's not convinced it's a stomach bug, but he won't tell me his theory. Sounded pretty scared though. He's on his way." Momoko looked up, "why is he so worried? At worst I had something weird to eat. It's not like I'm... oh no wait I might be. Oh shit." "You might be what?" Momoko clutched her stomach, "Oh my God Samon this is... holy shit I've always wanted this but never like this!" "What are you talking about!?" -- Hajime came with a bag fro a convenience store, which seemed to have only a small box in it. They went into the back room together. Samon called all the other main guards and told them what happened. Most of them just laughed. He didn't see what was so funny. It wasn't until he heard the shriek that his mind was back on the situation at hand. What from a convenience store would have anything to do with Momoko's apparent not stomach flu? And how does this include Hajime. Yeah sure they've been pseudo-dating since they hooked up after his party but- Oh. What vomit-inducing thing happens because of hookups. He knew he really couldn't blame either of them, they were drunk, but oh was he pissed about Hajime not taking the most basic of precautions! Momoko burst out the door and grabbed the phone, typing in numbers like the buttons were on fire. "Yes, Mitsuru. I have news! Good or bad? Uh, I wanna say good! I'm pregnant! And engaged!" Well usually those things don't go in that order, but at the very least Hajime hadn't jumped ship yet. "How long? Oh geez hopefully less than six months I don't want to be too huge in my wedding pictures!" Six months for a wedding? Well, if anyone could pull it off, it's her.
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