Que Sera, Sera - 4

WARNING: This story contains m-preg. It's also yaoi. You have been warned. Fwah.

"Open your eyes." Obito requested, as he reached up and tugged Kakashi's headband up and off of his eyes.
Kakashi complied, blinking his eyes serveral times to adjust to the room. The carpet was gray, as were the sheets on the bed. The comforter was a large, thick polar fleece blanket of a whitish-gray tone with a large wolf patterned onto it. The pillows were very thick, and soft-looking, and wrapped in identical cases of black and white stripes. The walls were a very mellow off-white, tinged gray, neutral tone. They bore no posters or pictures, and the paleness of the room made Kakashi feel sleepy. There were a few pieces of furniture in the room. There was a dresser made of a cheap brown wood. It probably held all of Obito's clothing. A large shelf sat at the end of Obito's bed, made of the same inexpensive product. It housed Obito's tv, vcr, dvd player, game consoles, and stereo on it's various shelves. Next to it there stood a tall bookcase, with shelves and shelves of books. From trashy, smutty romances, to fantasy novels where unicorns roamed freely, to action-packed gunner novels, there were books of all different genres. The bookcase stretched from floor to ceiling, had multiple shelves, and still was packed with books, all stacked horizontally. The very bottom shelf was reserved for dvds and vhses, which were also stacked the same way. He also had an end table beside his bed. On it there sat several water bottles, all empty, and there was also an alarm clock with the red, glowing numbers 2:30, a paperback copy of the novel 'Flaming Hearts Ablaze' by Vladmir Yechs, laying text-down and open to mark the page, a pair of thin-lensed reading glasses with very light, metallic red and black frames, and a single framed photograph. However, Kakashi couldn't see the photograph due to the glare off the glass from the light shining in the open window. In the corner furthest from the bed, there was a small wooden desk. It's surface was scattered with pencils, pencil shavings, and loose leaf rules paper. There was a small metal wastebasket beside the desk, and it was overflowing with crumpled-up balls of paper and empty grape juice boxes. It front of the desk sat a heavy-looking wooden chair. It was very obvious that Obito spent a lot of time here. He had the room tailored to his own personal habits.
The room looked perfectly normal for any teenager, except for the fact that said teenager himself was presently seated on the edge of his bed. He was wearing not his usual attire, but instead an elegant silk kimono, made of fine, mohogany-coloured silk. It was a bit too big for him, and the white inner layer rested about halfway between where from shoulders and neck meet, and the outer layer of silk was on the very edge of either shoulder. This resulted in most of his chest being exposed. The sleeves were long and much too large for Obito's thin arms. The end of each sleeve hung about two inches past the tips of Obito's longest fingers, and completely swallowed his arms. The kimono fell to just above Obito's thin, pale knees. His only other visible article of clothing was a white headband with a knot tied off to the left side of his head. The tails left over from the knot were very long, and hung for to rest on his left shoulder.
Obito himself was biting his lower lip shyly, his cheeks a dark rose tone, his eyes trained to the carpet. He sat defensively on his bed, with his arms crossed over his bare chest, his fingers running up and down his arms as if to keep warm. He had his knees squeezed together as tight as he possibly could self-consciously. Obviously, this was much skimpier than Obito ever dressed, and he was embarassed by it.
Though Kakashi admittedly thought Obito looked very sexy in these different clothes, that was not why he was staring. Obito was obviously very pregnant. His stomach had grown exponentially, but it did nothing to take away from his present beauty. Seeing Obito like this, and knowing that it was he who had done this, brought tears to the silver-haired man's eyes.
Obito made eye contact with Kakashi for an instant, before his eyes snapped back down to the floor. He blushed a deeper red, and his arms fell down to lay subconsciously on his round stomach and he held it somewhat protectively.
"Kakashi!" The blushing Uchiha snapped. "Stop staring!"
Kakashi didn't obey, and took a couple small steps closer to the bed and Obito. In response, the teen shook his head wildly, sending the overly-long tails of his headband swinging the direction he shook his head. "I look terrible! This is the only thing that's clean that still fits me! Just start laughing at me already! Laugh at me and make e cry! Get it over with so we can figure out what to do next!"
Kakashi blinked at Obito a couple of times, and looked up to meet Obito's glaring, dark eyes. They glistened with tears of anger and frustration, with a mix of some emotion like fear. Upon making eye contact with Obito, Kakashi found his body acting of it's own accord, taking the remaining steps to close the gap between himself and the pregnant Obito. He fell to his knees in front of the boy, and gazed up at him.
Obito gave a squeak of surprise when Kakashi leaned his head forward and lay his head on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around Obito's waist, and stayed like that, his ear pressed gently against the silk covering Obito's round stomach.
After laying like that for about two minutes, Kakashi slowly lifted his head, looking up at Obito with reddened eyes. "O-Obito?"
Obito blinked down at Kakashi, and two small tears rolled down the Uchiha's face. Kakashi looked so small and innocent. He looked scared, as if he were a child, who had woken up from a nightmare and fled to the protection of his mother's bed and had taken shelter  in her arms, the only place he could feel safe.
"Obito ..." Kakashi began again. "Do you ... want to have this baby?"
Obito didn't respond for twenty seconds or so, before he closed his eyes and slowly nodded his head twice.
Kakashi reached up both hands and used them to cup Obito's face in his palms. He used his thumbs to brush away the tears from Obito's cheeks.
"Are you sure?" The silver-haired teen asked quietly.
Obito nodded again.
Kakashi's eyes lit up with what must've been a smile under his mask, and he shed a few tears, too. He removed one of his hands from cradling Obito's chin and instead used it to pull his mask down as he leaned up and placed an affectionate kiss to Obito's forehead.
"So ... wanna go tell you mom she's gonna be a grandma?"