The Jasmine Dragon was as busy as ever today, and as Song was filling out the endless orders, she felt her stress melt away while she sorted out the different tea leaves and flowers. Everything would be fine. She'd work this out. She found out this morning, that she was pregnant. She was overjoyed, of course, but she couldn't help worrying over how her parents would take the news, mainly her father. She'd promised him, about two years after she got engaged, that she would wait to have kids until she was married for at least one year. Fuck. He would most likely explode over that. It's not like she meant to get pregnant anyway, it was an accident.

It was shortly before dusk, when Song reached the end of her shift. She walked down the front steps just in time to see the sun, setting over the rest of the city. Taking her time, she walked the short block, down the road to her apartment. Song spent a few minutes rifling through her bag for her key. When she unlocked the door, she was surprised to see her cousin, Anika, sitting at the kitchen table, munching on a moon peach.

"You constantly lose the key to your apartment, yet you never lose the one to mine?" Song complained, hanging her keys on a hook near the door. Then she tossed a spare key that Anika had given her a while ago, towards her cousin.

"Fanksh." Anika swallowed her bite of peach. "Oh, and you better tell him soon, or I will." She smirked, then left.

Song attempted to cook something for dinner, and while her rice was burning, the door opened then closed. She momentarily forgot the food, and made her way to her husband with an uncontrollable grin plastered on her face. She ran to hug him.

"Lu Ten, I'm pregnant!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her worries faded, after Lu Ten wrapped his strong arms around her and hugged her close. She pulled back, then kissed him, letting her hands move up his shoulders to his head to run her fingers through his thick, black hair. That action deepened the kiss, and before long, they pulled apart, each gasping for breath. Her grin was mirrored on his face. The Lu Ten sniffed the air.

"Hey, is something burning?" He questioned.

"Oh, that? That's been burned." Song said sheepishly. She could not cook, even to save her life.

"Well, it's a good thing I brought home take-out." They ignored the burned food in the kitchen, and cuddled up on the sofa, sharing a plate of totally un-burned dumplings.