Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly. 

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.