A/N: I'm back, my dear children! You guys didn't get into too many shenanigans while I was gone, did you? Didn't throw any crazy house parties that I'm going to find footage of on Youtube in a casual browsing? Well, here we are. If you're new here, I suggest you read "Just a Simple Interview, Right?" first. For this is its sequel. But do stick around and join in on the excitement. And just a quick shout out to one of you. If you want to send a thank you note to someone for making this sequel possible, may I direct you to the inbox of one CrimsonTrainer-4395. She's inadvertently helped write this in the first place. But! Without further ado, let's begin, shall we…? xx

I couldn't believe it. The morning after and I still couldn't believe it. I was laying in bed with my beautiful demon husband. That's right. I said demon husband. My demon hunter mother would've been so proud. I mean, she knew him, so it couldn't be that bad. The really hard part to wrap my head around? The fact that we'd be honeymooning in America. I hadn't seen any of my father's family in years. How do I tell them I married a demon?

When I woke up, I rolled over, expected to see those beautiful, blood red portals staring back at me. But they were snapped shut. Sebastian told me that demons didn't need sleep. Yet here he was, out cold. For being a demon, Sebastian's face managed to hold a very angelic composure while he was sleeping. I feel like if I were to tell him that, he'd kill me on the spot. But it was true. It did…And he was beautiful…

I slid out from under his arm and thought I'd start packing. Of course, Sebastian had already beaten me to it. I'm guessing he has our ship tickets, too. Sure enough, they stuck out of his coat pocket like a sore thumb. No wonder Sebastian's asleep…He's exhausted. And all because of me. I needed to do something to thank him.

I knew I couldn't come outright and thank him. I could already hear what he would say. That I didn't need to thank him and what kind of butler or husband would he be if he couldn't take care of his wife. I rolled my eyes at the mere thought. You married him, Lumi. You knew what you were getting into. I figured the best I could do at this point was crawl back in bed and cuddle with him until he wakes up.

I nuzzled my face into my husband's chest and felt his embrace tighten around me, "Good morning to you, too, Mrs. Michaelis…Shall we go on our honeymoon today?"

"I'd love to," I agreed, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"I wasn't sleeping," Sebastian kissed between my neck and my shoulder, "I don't sleep."

"Yes, you were," I corrected, "You looked like my father after Sunday dinner."

"Maybe I did doze off," he came around, "Now, our ship sets sail in an hour and we're all packed. What shall we do to pass the time?"

"Do you have anything else to take care of?" I wondered.

"Sebastian…" a faint voice called out from down the hall.

"There's what I have to take care of," Sebastian got out of bed, pulling himself together.

"That's fine," I stopped him, "By the tone of his voice and his activities last night, his problem is best handled by a commoner that's done this a time or two before."

"But Lumi," Sebastian argued, "You shouldn't have to. My wife or not, you're still a guest in this house."

"I know," I turned on my heel, "Trust me, Sebastian. Your problems are my problems, too. I can take care of this. I know what I'm doing."

Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, "You're very taxing. Has anyone ever told you that?"

I stood up on my tiptoes, kissing my husband's cheek, "I believe you've told me that, dear."

"Alright," he let me go, "Take care of the young master for me."

"Gladly," I ran down the hall in my robe and to the source of all the commotion. I barely spoke above a whisper, "Good morning…"

"I feel like I'm in hell sooner than I should be," he groaned, "I'm never drinking again."

"I'm sorry, Ciel," I empathized, "That's why I'm here."

"Where's Sebastian?"

"He's taking care of our travel arrangements," I sat on the edge of his bed, remembering what his butler and I have done here, "Besides, I know how to cure a hangover."

"How?" Ciel perked up…A little too fast, "Excuse me…"

I watched as he got out of bed and made a beeline for his bathroom. Just what I wanted to hear the morning after my wedding. Ciel throwing up. Wonderful. All because the little earl couldn't handle his liquor. Looking completely defeated, Ciel crawled back into bed. Gently, I picked his head up, cradling him in my lap, "I'm so sorry, Ciel…I wish there was something I could do for you…"

"Didn't you say you had a cure for this infernal plague?" he snapped, glaring up at me. I had never seen Ciel's seal before…It took me by surprise for half a second, but after hearing about what Sebastian really is, nothing surprised me anymore.

"Of course I do," I held him a little tighter. I really and truly felt for him, "It's called breakfast and hydration and aspirin."

"What are you still doing here then?" Ciel growled.

I knew he was hurting, so I'll let that slide. Ciel's a whiny jerk when he's not feeling well. I went back into our bedroom and undid the buttons on my pajamas. I stepped into my white Lolita dress and pulled the sleeves over my shoulders. As I pulled my stockings up, I felt my husband's icy hands lacing my corset, "What would I do without you…?"

"Let's hope you never have to find out," he said, kissing my cheek, "How is he?"

"He's just a tad ill," I reported, "Nothing that eating and plenty of water won't cure."

"I'll get the house staff on it…"

"No," I shook my head, "I have something that I've made for my father on several occasions when his trips to the pub lasted longer than he thought they would. It's foolproof. I have my methods."

"Lumi…"

"Sebastian," I turned the tables on him, "Don't worry about it. I can take care of Ciel, too. Although, if you'd like, I could use some help."

"Always, my love," Sebastian finished tying my corset, wrapping his arms around me. He was oddly affectionate this morning. I had always heard that marriage changes people. But Sebastian wasn't ordinary people. We never were traditional. Why are we starting now?

I derailed my train of thought and skipped down the main staircase with Sebastian following close behind. I loved the kitchen here. Much better than mine. At the small table sat Bard, the groundskeeper, Finny, and sweet, little Tanaka playing poker.

"Good morning, Lumi," Bard greeted me, flicking his cigarette, throwing his cards down, "Read 'em and weep, boys."

"Good morning," I skipped in, "And how are we all doing today?"

"I just came up ten quid richer," Bard took the pot.

"What's going on in here?" a voice thundered behind me.

"Sebastian!" They all stood frantically.

"At ease, gentlemen," I settled them, "Sebastian, play nice."

"Did you know about this?" Sebastian asked.

"Their poker game?" I chirped, "Yes, I did. I've thought about joining in, but you wouldn't approve of a lady gambling."

"Because it's not decent and you don't have the money to do that with," he pointed out, "You don't have a job until you start the paper back up."

"And I'll start the paper back up when we come back," I decided, "Now, all this aside, Bard, I'm going to need your kitchen."

"Will you need my blowtorch?" he offered.

"No," I said, "And I don't think you should be trusted with a blowtorch."

"Why not?" Bard squeaked, "I like my blowtorch."

"You'll end up burning the house down," I teased, "I have Ciel with a hangover and a plan. Sebastian?"

"Yes, dear?" Sebastian chimed in, "What do you need?"

"Butter, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, cheese, and green onions," I rambled off, "And coffee. Some for Ciel. Some for me. Black for him. Two sugars and a splash of cream for me. The darker the roast, the better."

"Yes, Mistress," he obliged, getting a cup from the cabinet.

"Hey!" Bard piped up, "Why is it when I called you Mistress, you yelled at me, but when Sebastian calls you Mistress, you don't say anything?"

"Because he's my husband," I explained, digging for the cast iron pans, "He can call me slut for all I care."

"Lumi…" Sebastian scolded, "Mind your tongue."

"It's true," I brushed him off, "But I know you wouldn't in a million years."

"A million and one…" I caught him smirking…

"You just have to have the last word, don't you?"

"More or less."

I rolled my eyes at my adorable husband and got to work. Ciel Phantomhive, I swear on God and your demon butler, if you don't appreciate this, I'm going to end you. I will have Sebastian make me immortal AND a demon and I will take your soul from him. I don't care what kind of deal you two have, I would eat your soul. With the help of my husband and some of the house staff, I started cooking.

When I start cooking in large quantities, like I was doing for Ciel, it was hard for me to stop…I had to keep mindful of the time, though. Sebastian and I were not missing that ship for anything. We deserved that honeymoon. I remember the days where I would dread, even fear, the days where I knew I'd be alone with Sebastian for a prolonged amount of time. Now, I wanted nothing more.

After burning myself…twice…and Sebastian's lips on my hand, I went upstairs with Ciel's breakfast in my hand. When I walked into his room, I found the precious, young lord sleeping soundly. I didn't want to wake him. He was too adorable. I put his breakfast on his nightstand and sat on the edge of his bed. Now, I understood their relationship…

Granted, Ciel wanted Sebastian in a more…intimate way. He was in love with him. But Sebastian? Sebastian was in love with Ciel in a completely different way. Sebastian saw him like a son. The son he never had. And I wholeheartedly understood. I knew Ciel lost his parents young. I had lost my mother at nineteen, Ciel's age, and it tore my heart up, eventually turning it to stone for a while. I can't imagine what it would've been like losing her at eleven…And I'm guessing that's when he found Sebastian and made the deal…

I could see why Sebastian would see him as a son. Ciel puts on such a tough, angry exterior, but I could see it in his eyes. Both of them. The hurt…The pain…He was still just a fragile little boy inside. And it was very apparent, watching him sleep. I cradled him in my arms, humming to myself the same lullaby my mother would hum me…

"What are you doing…?" a soft, meek voice spoke.

"I didn't want to wake you, Ciel," I held him, "I brought you breakfast."

"I'm not sure if eating would be a very good idea, Lumi," he rubbed his eyes, "My stomach won't settle."

"Trust me," I assured, "Eating will help immensely…"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Ciel tried wiggling out of my arms, but no such luck, and I took the plate off his nightstand, putting it on his lap, "I'm going to be honest with you. This looks disgusting."

"That's the point," I gave him his fork, "I know what I'm doing. There's a method to my madness. Just go with me."

"Whatever you say," Ciel started eating…and eating…and eating some more, "Lumi, this is incredible."

"See?" I smirked, rivaling his butler, "Method to my madness."

"It's amazing…" he groaned in delight, "Why have you never cooked here?"

"Never had the chance," I shrugged, "That's usually a Bard thing that turns into a Sebastian thing because Bard probably burned it."

"More than likely," Ciel agreed, "I may never be able to go back…"

"Ciel," I sighed, "Once Sebastian and I come back, there's a good chance that we won't be staying in the manor anymore…"

"You're leaving…?" I might as well have shot him. That would've been kinder.

"We won't be going far," I settled him, "No need to worry. Sebastian made me a promise to make me immortal and spend the rest of ours lives together. He made you a promise long before mine to stay with you for the rest of your life. It's ok, Ciel. He's not going anywhere. That's my promise to you."

"Lumi," Sebastian knocked on the door, "We should be going. Our ship sets sail in twenty minutes."

"Coming," I put Ciel down on his bed, gently kissing his forehead, "We'll be back in a week or so, ok? Think you can manage that long?"

"I'm not a child, Lumi," Ciel growled at me, "I can take care of myself while you two are gone."

"My lord," Sebastian reprimanded, "That was unnecessary."

"Forgive me…" Ciel collapsed, continuing to stuff his face.

"We'll be back soon," I cradled his face in my hand, "Until then, I'll have Lizzie come over and keep an eye on you."

"I told you I'll be fine," Ciel assured me.

"Alright," I nodded, taking my husband's hand, "Shall we then?"

"Twenty minutes to get to the dock?" Sebastian gave me a look, "That's pushing it a bit, don't you think, Mrs. Michaelis?"

"We'll get there," I pulled him along, "Let's go!"

"Baldroy," Sebastian called out from the top of the stairs, "We're leaving."

"Yes, sir!" Bard waited for us at the bottom.

"Wait a minute," I stopped him, "Why is Bard coming with us?"

"Someone has to bring the coach back," Sebastian grabbed our bags.

"Good point."

And the two of us took off in the coach toward the docks. I rested my head on my better half's shoulder, watching the countryside go by, smiling a little when we passed the entrance to our clearing. Soon enough, we had an ocean view out our window and the shores of England faded into the horizon. We were America bound…