"Soul!" Maka cried, blushing as passing shoppers threw questioning glances at the pair. "If I had known you were going to act like this, I would've left you home!" She huffed, knowing full well that she really hadn't had much of a choice. Soul had insisted on coming baby shopping with her, claiming that he wanted to make sure she purchased the "appropriate" apparel for their unborn bundle of joy.
"Soul, stop it!" Maka bit out fiercely, grinning apologetically at the families passing by. As she sat grumbling on a mall bench, her glowing husband was crouched on the concrete in front of her, his face only inches from her slightly protruding abdomen. His palms were planted on her belly, and his eyes were wide and glistening, matching his flushed cheeks.
"But Maka!" He protested. "I felt the baby kick! I swear!"
She sighed and informed him, "You couldn't have, Soul. I told you that already! I'm barely three months along. A baby doesn't normally start kicking until the fourth or fifth month." She rambled, exasperated that he so rarely listened to her.
"But Makaaa, I SWEAR I felt it!" He whined.
The meister sighed and fumed to herself, "This is what I get for resting for two minutes…Next time he tries to put his hand on my hip or stomach before this baby is born, he's getting a good chop to the head…" She scowled uncomfortably as he continued to gush, all too aware of the speculative mall-goers slowly going by.
After a little while, an older couple strolled over to them, both grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't worry." The wife commented. "He'll get over it in a few months!" She smiled sweetly at the beaming snow-capped man by her side. Her eyes shined, revealing the fond recollections the couple shared.
Maka gave her a light smile and replied through her teeth, "I certainly hope so. I don't know if I can take 7 more months of this!"
The couple exchanged chuckles and moved on, leaving Maka to deal with a still gawking Soul. She watched him for a moment, allowing a small grin to crawl onto her lips as she noted the pure elation in his features. Swiftly reaching down, she gently ruffled his ivory locks, much like he used to do to her in their youth. Soul beamed up at her from beneath his mass of wild hair and declared, "We're gonna have the cutest kid in Death City!"
"I don't know." Maka started with mock consideration. "Lily Star is pretty adorable." She claimed, referring to their best friends' daughter.
"Well then, our little Soul Junior-or Little Maka Junior!" He cried as Maka gave him a menacing glare. "Our little…Miracle." Soul smiled, hoping he'd appeased her. "Will just have to be cuter!" He gushed in a babying tone. Maka merely rolled her eyes and giggled in reply, looking on as her husband basked in the glow of early fatherhood.