Hello, everyone. Merry Christmas to all! And my gift to you all is the sequel to Miracles! Finally! It's been a really long time, but I'm finally ready to release it. I really need to thank everyone who gave such positive reviews on the first installment. It really means a lot to me.

Now there are a couple of headcanons I need to tell you guys just to help the story make more sense later on.

There are warp pipes that lead to different worlds or kingdoms in Mario's world, but there are other modes of transportation available that people may opt to take instead.

The video game world of Super Mario doesn't exist in the real world; that is, no one in the real world knows of the characters, the world they come from, or their adventures.

Amber is extremely observant and intelligent for a kid, presumably because of what she faced before she met Daisy.

High school / teenage drama exists in second grade.

Geography in "the real world" may or may not line up with real life.

Those are all of the ones I can think of for now. If I think of any more, I'll let you guys know in the AN at the beginning of the chapter.

Now I don't have anything else to say here and I've kept you all waiting long enough, so without further ado, please enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Say cheese!" I chirped, holding a camera of Luigi posing in front of The Statue of Liberty. He held a book in one hand and balled his other hand into a fist, making it look like he was holding a torch. He had serious, yet extremely goofy look on his face, and I couldn't suppress a few giggles. When I snapped the picture, he dropped his pose and walked over to me.

"How's it look?" He asked.

"It's a keeper," I said, showing him the picture.

"Hey! That's not bad," he replied. "I look kinda silly, though."

"Aw, don't worry about it. I think you look cute."

It was a cool afternoon in New York. Luigi and I were on our honeymoon; today was our last day in this world. For the past couple of months, we've been traveling all around the world. We saw all kinds of tourist attractions in Florida, Vegas, San Francisco, Mexico, England, France, Italy, and Greece. My favorite so far had definitely been Italy. Luigi's home country was absolutely beautiful. We had so much good food and went on a gondola ride. It was so romantic. As fun as the experience was, I was ready to go home. I missed Amber.

"So, you ready to get some lunch?" Luigi asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. Right then, my stomach grumbled.

"Yeah," I answered. "Can we get some hot dogs?"

"You read my mind," Luigi replied. "Then we can move on to the entertainment."

"What entertainment?" I inquired. "You never actually told me what we were doing."

"That's because it's a surprise," Luigi teased. "You'll have to wait."

"Come on!" I begged. "Please?"

"Nope," Luigi said, zipping his lips.

I jumped in front of him and gave him the good old-fashioned puppy-dog eyes. "Please?" I squeaked. He hesitated for a moment before chuckling and patting my head.

"Aw, you are adorable, Daisy..." he began sweetly, "...but, nope! You'll have to wait until after lunch."

"Ugh! Fine!" I groaned playfully.

We came up to a hot dog stand a couple of blocks away. I took in the delicious smell as Luigi ordered two foot-longs. I'll never understand why, but these hot dogs in particular smelled better than any place I'd ever been.

"Smells good, right?" Luigi asked, eyeing me slyly.

"So good!" I answered, my mouth watering. He handed me one with extra mustard, just the way I like it, before sitting on a bench nearby. We bit into our hot dogs at the same time, and I almost melted. It was just as I suspected: the best I'd ever eaten in my life!

"Nothing like a New York Frankfurter, is there?" Luigi asked before taking another bite.

"Absolutely not!" I sighed with a mouthful of food. "If the Italian spaghetti isn't what I'll miss most, it'll be this!" I shoved the rest into my mouth, getting mustard all over my upper lip. When I swallowed what I had in my mouth, Luigi lifted his thumb and wiped away the mustard on my face. As soon as he was finished, he leaned in and plunged me into one of the deepest kisses he'd ever given me. We both wrapped our arms around each other tighter than we ever had. There was something...different about the way he was kissing me now. He was kind of aggressive. Our tongues were swirling around each other. I could feel blood rushing throughout my whole body. It caused my body to twitch as I felt myself practically melting in his arms. I don't know what had gotten into me...but I didn't want it to get out.

Eventually, he pulled away, leaving me a little breathless. When we stood up, I leaned up against him as we walked down the sidewalk to our next destination, snuggling all the way. Eventually, we came up to an enormous, old building. He took my hand and started walking me inside.

"What are we doing here?" I asked. He didn't answer, just grinned. We continued walking through the building. "Come on, Luigi! Spill!" I urged. But he wouldn't give in. Eventually we got to what looked like a ticket booth.

"Come on, Luigi! Tell me what we're doing! Please?!" I begged. He laughed, truly amused by my desperation. He handed the lady a slip of paper. She examined it, smiled, and said, "One second," before disappearing under her desk. I impatiently tapped his shoulder; he didn't even look my way. Just as I was about to give up...

"Here you go, sir!" The lady chirped, handing us two small slips of paper. "Two box-seats for Phantom Of The Opera! Enjoy!"

"Thank you, ma'am," he replied casually.

My jaw dropped. "You're taking me to see Phantom Of The Opera?!" I squealed.

"Surprise!" He exclaimed, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I almost exploded! Phantom Of The Opera was my favorite musical EVER!

"How in the world did you get tickets?!" I questioned.

"An old buddy of mine works here," Luigi explained. "Gave me two free tickets."

"And did that lady say they were box seats?" I asked.

"Best seats in the house," he told me. I latched onto his neck, nearly knocking him over.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cried.

"Hey, Luigi!" A masculine voice called from behind us. I turned around to see a short, scrawny man walking towards us. He kinda looked like Mario except shorter, skinnier, and with a bushier mustache.

"Hey, Giovanni!" Luigi replied. "Cosa c'è, fratello?"

"Hey, man. It's been too long!" Giovanni looked at me and whistled. "This the new wife?"

"Sí, this is Daisy," Luigi said.

"You struck gold, fratello! She's gorgeous!" He exclaimed. I couldn't help but blush and giggle at the compliment. He reached out, shook my hand, and said, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," I replied. "Thank you so much for the tickets."

"No problem, doll!" He replied, waving a hand. "I gotta get going. Y'all enjoy the show, ya hear? And congrats on tying the knot!" Then he ran off.

"Oh! Come on. It's almost time for the show to start!" Luigi said.

He grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me towards the concession stand for popcorn. We got our popcorn and drinks and sat down. Our seats were isolated from the others, high up overlooking the stage and the rest of the crowd. I didn't have too much time to admire the stage; before long, the show started. I excitedly fidgeted in my seat as the orchestra roared through the auditorium. This was gonna be good!

I was right; it was so good! In fact, I was just outright bawling at the end of the show. That was even better than I imagined. It was a good thing we were alone or I would have been quite disruptive. As we were exiting the theater, Luigi wiped the tears from my face.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fine," I assured, sniffling . "Better than fine, actually. This musical always makes me cry, but I'm so glad I got to see it live. Thank you so much!"

"You're so welcome," he replied. "You wanna go back to the hotel before dinner, or should we keep walking around?"

"Let's keep walking," I chose. "If I go back to the hotel, I might fall asleep."

"Agreed. Let's-a-go!" He said. I love it when he says that.

We went shopping at a few stores before we went to eat at a fancy restaurant. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. Right now, I was sitting by the window. I was in my pjs, having already showered, and I was waiting for Luigi to get out of the shower.

This had been great. Seeing the world was like a series of amazing experiences. On the one hand, I didn't want to go back. On the other hand, I really, really missed Amber and the others. I hadn't spoken to her today, and it was too late to call her. I wondered how she was doing. I couldn't wait to get back to her. I knew Luigi and I would have to bring her here someday. For now, I just wanted to go home.

"Are you okay?" Luigi asked. He sat down on the bed next to me, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Uh...y-yeah, I'm...I-I'm fine," I stuttered. Surprisingly enough, this was the most I'd ever seen of Luigi. It took me a moment to realize I was staring, and I shook my head clear.

"You sure?" He replied.

"Yeah," I assured. "I'm just eager to get home, is all."

"Did you have a good time?" He asked.

"Are you kidding?!" I exclaimed. "This has been so great! All of it! I just really want to get back to my daughter is all."

"Ah, I see," Luigi realized. "I know you miss her. I do, too. But we'll get to see her again tomorrow. Then we can all spend some time together. Meanwhile, it's our last night. Why don't you and I...have a little fun tonight?" He asked alluringly. He lightly brushed his hand up my arm and rested it on my shoulder.

"What else could we do? It's late; everything's probably closed," I asked, not picking up the hint.

"There are other ways to have fun on a honeymoon." His whispered breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine. I'd never heard him speak like that before. "We can have all the fun we want...right here...right now."

And as he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me into the most aggressive, passionate kiss he'd ever given me, I finally knew exactly what he was talking about. He pulled away, leaving me shuddering. After a moment of shock, I grabbed his shoulders.

"Take me, Luigi!" I begged breathlessly.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said.

And I don't think I even need to explain what happened next.

Don't worry; that's as far as this story is going to go in that direction. This story's still going to be rated T! I'll be back with more soon!