I've always wanted to do drabbles! And, since there aren't enough Mitsumei (Edgeziska) stories out there, I've decided to create this one! This one will, of course, be multi-chapter, so always be on the lookout for new chapters! Please enjoy!
Miles gently shook Franziska's shoulder.
"Franziska. Franziska, darling, wake up," he cooed as he tried to get his beloved wife to open her eyes from her slumber.
"Miles... Don't wanna... Still too early..." She mumbled random words and wrapped herself under the covers.
As he shook a little harder, he chuckled softly. "'Too early'? Why, it's 8. You're going to be late for work."
At the sound of work, the sheets rustled.
Miles continued: "If you don't want to go to work today, it's fine with me. You're 6 months pregnant; best you take it easy for a bit."
Franziska made no response. Miles furrowed his eyebrows as he carefully lifted one sheet up. She was sleeping soundly, like a baby—like the baby she would be having. He chuckled again and left her alone to sleep. He kissed her forehead and left for the Prosecutor's Office.
At the exact same time he stepped out of that door, she groggily opened her eyes. She rubbed her large stomach and smiled. "No matter how long I close my eyes and lie in the bed, I can never get any sleep because of you, MJ."
She got up and slowly went into the bathroom to get ready for work. Oh wait—she was not going to work that day. She sighed and shook her head. "I want to go to work, but how can I?"
"Franziska, you can't go to work. I'm just saying that your baby bump will cramp your style.
What the hell are you talking about, Miles Edgeworth?!"