All I Want Is You

Kaji walked into his home tired from a hard days work in the operating room
He wondered when exactly Ushio would be ready to be all his.

the nineteen year old was ready to settle down after all Nami was already a part of his life, raising her was not as fulfilling as what raising Isamu would be, but ushio said she wasnt ready to be married.

would this be his life waiting around for something which wasnt going to happen because every time she died Ushio would come back younger or the same age as before
" Kami let it come soon " he muttered to himself

When he opened the door to the house, a mass of brown hair jumped out, glomped him and gave him a big smooch. "Welcome home, honey," she said happily, koala-latching onto him.

Kaji smiled as Ushio latched onto him " I love this welcome home " h

She gave him another smooch and many more continuour pecks as he walked into the house. "So, how was your day? I made casserole for you and Yorkshire pudding for Nami-chan and did the laundry and tended the garden and fixed up the nursery."

" you fixed up the Nursery ?" he said walking into the kitchen her in his arms

"Mmm-hmm!" She nodded eagerly. "I painted clouds onto the ceiling, then fixed up the mobile and cot you bought."

" Oh and why are you doing that when we dont have a baby on the way " he said tiredly sitting down at the table

"...oh...um...right," she said quietly. Ushio managed a smile and called Nami down for dinner. She placed their respective plates in front of them and went to disassemble the cot and mobile.

Kaji ate the meal strangely it wasnt horrible
once done kaji walked into the nursery to see Ushio taking apart the cot " wow you really did a good job with the room Honey "

"Aww, honey. Thank you," she said, smiling, a faint blush of happiness dusting her cheeks. Ushio packed the parts back into the box and went to go put it in storage. "How was the casserole?" It had taken her eighteen tries to get it edible. "Did I put in too much chocolate or fish head puree?"

kaji almost gagged " you made it out of what " he choked out

She tucked the box away and turned to him. Ushio tapped her head and listed off the ingredients. "Um, chocolate, black licorice, gravy, raw salmon, cinnamon, foie gras, custard powder, fish head puree, eel, jalapeno peppers, curry roux and rosemary," she said, smiling

" I suddenly feel ill " he said paling before turning a light shade of green "Ive gotta go throw up " he turned on his heel and ran to his bathroom spewing the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl

Nami walked by the Nursery " Im glad I didnt eat the pudding " then she went to her room

Ushio ran over to the bathroom too. She kneeled beside him, and rubbed his back, worried. "Honey? Kaji-kun, what's wrong?" she asked, her brow pulled into a frown.

" hon-puke-ney -gag- youuuuuuuuu -vomit- are not to TOU-gag-CH the stove -vomit- any more " he flushed and puked some more

She didn't understand him at all and thought he was sick with something, maybe a cold. "Don't worry, honey, I'll go make you some chicken noodle soup," she said, nodding, and ran off to heal/kill him with her cooking.

Kaji groaned and threw up some more

-soon-

Ushio hurried over when he finished puking and stripped him and tucked him into bed. She placed a huge bowl of soup on his lap and sat infront of him, looking at him expectantly with big, innocent eyes. "Well?"

" How did you make this ... did you boil water and add the packet as instructed "

"Um...yeah, sure I did," she said. Ushio scooted beside him and started pressing his shoulders. She sent in her special chakra and got him to relax and loosen up.

Kaji nodded weakly and had a spoonful of the soup while she relaxed him

She had used the packet...and added some (a lot) of chili peppers in it too. Ushio gulped as she massaged him.

Hot HOT HOT " Kaji screamed fanning his mouth " Water NOW"

She squeaked and ran for the kitchen. Ushio grabbed a glass, filled it with clear liquid from a bottle and gave it to Kaji. However, it was vodka.

kaji drank it down only to burn his throat " WATER NOT VODKA " he rasped