"Have you seen anything new, Morticia?" Phantomhive asked the prophet. The ravenette snorted.

"It's only been a day. Your mate will be back when he comes back." Morticia huffed. Impatient nobles were so annoying, she was one too . . . but she wasn't the one that was human, despite her appearance.

"I can't help it that I'm anxious over that demon bastard!" Ciel said with an unusual outburst. He calmed and put a hand on his stomach. "I might be with child, his child."

"There's no maybe about it, you got a kid growing in you. I saw glimpses of your young one a week ago," Morticia said. "But they haven't become set in stone until today."

"How is that possible?"

"Well if, in three days, the semen dies before reaching the egg, then you're not preggers. It was four days of annoying flashes before nothing, and then three hours ago, I get this vision that says 'Ciel, at his twentieth year, will bear the child of the demon formerly under his contract, together they shall find true happiness with their offspring and spend the rest of their lives together in many a loving act.' " Morticia recited. It had been burned into her memory. "Now, you should start thinking of names and getting everything you need for a bouncing babe."

"You're right!" Ciel quickly left, supposedly to acquire cute things for his kid.

"I think his hormones are already outta whack." the girl said with amusement rife in her voice. "When are you going to come out?"

"I was just waintin' for you to finish your business with the young earl." Death said as he stepped out of the shadows. His hair in a high pony tail with a braid and some stray hair falling around his face. The scars that littered his body didn't detract from his beauty, it added a feral look to his elven appearance. "So the lad's gonna pop in a few months, that will be a riot!"

"Certainly. He'll have the servants running around like chickens with their heads cut off." Morticia received a chuckle from the silver-haired man. "You said that you were planning on retiring. What should I call you then, dearest?"

"I'm thinking of being Undertaker, or even going to the name father gave me." Death said with a tilt of his head. Morticia hummed and pulled him to sit beside her on the divan.

"Father? Isn't that the Morning-Star?" she asked. Death nodded and started to run his fingers through her loose hair, enjoying the texture of the ebony locks.

"Indeed. It would be so easy to just become the right hand man of him, but that would mean he's won that fight we had all those centuries ago." An uncharacteristic frown marred his handsome face.

"You need to forgive, he really does love you." Butler, Morticia's last name, advised. "So many times I've seen you happy with him, but something always stops your reconciliation. Whether it's you or him, or even the demons he commands, something always halts your progress and makes it regress."

"I wasn't aware this was upsetting you, lovely." Death raised his eyebrows at the news. "I'll try to talk to the, him. I'll try to talk to him but I can't guarantee anything."

"I know,but the fact that you're willing to talk to your father is good enough for me." Morticia said and cuddled into her mates side, loving the warmth he radiated.

"I'm glad that you're easy to please." he chuckled, planting a kiss on top of her head. "Do you want to go to America, or should we stay in London?"

"Hmm. America's going to go through some tough times, so it would be best to stay in London." America, and England, were soon to be hit with the shit storm that was World War 1(WWI) and that was really unavoidable. Hell, the only semi safe place was Russia, and that wouldn't turn out well.

"Future?"

"Yep." Being from the future, along with seeing the future, was pretty awful. Too bad that fucking witch died, but it had led to meeting Death, and the trip here had only made her dizzy with no harmful side affects. Being a werewolf was awesome sometimes, like when you're thrown into the past and in a different country.

The time they spent together was peaceful and quiet, no words being said and only tender, chaste touches.

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"Have you seen what the tyke is going to be?" he asked from his place with his head on her lap. She combed her fingers through his silver hair, humming a slow tune.

"Twins." Death turned and kissed her distended stomach. She giggled when he started to rub the mound, cooing at the growing children. "A boy and a girl."

"Will they be more like you or me?" Death asked softly. "I don't care either way, but I would like to be prepared for how to care for them, I'd rather not be gobsmacked."

"They're a mix, they'll be half lycan and half shinigami." Morticia placed her hand over his, holding it gently. "They'll have my hair and sight, while they have your eye color and longevity."

"They sound beautiful. Just like you, my lovely wolfy."

"You're a corny old coot, but that's part of why I love you." They gave each other a tender kiss, flowing with all the emotions they held for the other. Feelings that had somehow blossomed in the six years they knew each other.

"Would you two please not do that on our furniture?" a cool voice asked, more of a demand. They looked over at Sebastian who was standing to the side in his full demon form, almost glaring at the expecting couple.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud. I know for a fact that you and Ciel have tripled your love making since he got pregnant." Morticia retorted, annoyed at the demon for ruining a tender moment.

"Yes, but it is our furniture." Michaelis stated. "I was wondering if you could tell me what our child will be."

"You only have a three weeks and two days before the little one pops out. You can wait." A fang started to show through as she spoke, telling of her hidden anger.

Author's Note~

I feel terrible for writing this and not working on my other stories. So terrible.

But.

Happy Halloween~!

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I just might continue this for Christmas or something.

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Or something.