"Silvio," Naiya whispered as she looked up at the gentleman that towered over her, "do you ever wish I were different?" Silvio kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.

"If you were different," he whispered back, "I don't think I would have fallen for you. I love you just the way you are." Naiya rested against his chest and stared up at the moon.

"Cira," Celino whispered sneaking up on his wife, "what are you doing?" He peered over her shoulders and glared at the back of Silvio's head. "I don't like him out there with our daughter," he pouted and crossed his arms. Cira chuckled softly and turned to face him. She shook her head and began pushing him around the corner.

"Let's go," she smiled. Celino pouted some more then finally sighed and allowed her to push him out to the garden. In the garden they spotted Zoicite and Kunzite snuggled up near a fountain.

"Kunzite," Celino shouted as he headed over to them. Kunzite and Zoicite turned around and spotted their queen and king approaching them.

"My liege," Kunzite bowed his head to Celino. Cira crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"What have I told you about that?" She playfully scolded Kunzite.

"My apologies," Kunzite smiled up at Cira. "You have just blossomed into a beautiful flower," he smiled as he stared at her. Zoicite crossed his arms and pouted playfully. Cira shook her head and took Celino by the arm.

"We'll let you two get back to whatever you were doing," she smiled. Celino began to protest, but was cut off by Cira. "Besides Celino was about to play me a song," she looked over at him, "weren't you, Celino?" Celino rolled his eyes playfully but was happy to oblige his wife. He retrieved his harp and met with her on their balcony.

"Are you ready?" He smiled and strummed a few harp strings. Cira sat on the edge of the balcony and watched him. The moon sparkled behind her and a soft breeze blew her blonde curls lightly. Celino sat on the ground in front of her and began strumming his harp. After a few moments Cira joined him on the ground and continued listening to him play.

"Celino," she whispered, "I absolutely love you." She rested her head on her crossed arms and closed her eyes allowing the music to take her away.

"I love you more than life itself," Celino responded as he watched her intensely. Suddenly Cira jumped to her feet and began swaying along with the music. The slower he played, the slower she danced. "I could watch her dance forever," he thought to himself as he strummed a melody just for her.

"Mama," a soft voice whispered. Cira stopped dancing and smiled at the little blonde girl that wandered out onto the balcony. "Papa," she whispered and collapsed into Celino's lap. Cira shook her head as she stared at her daughter. The little girl tossed slightly in Celino's lap then snuggled her way into his arms. A soft smile spread across her lips as she drifted back off to sleep.

"She is just like you," Celino whispered softly as he stood to his feet and carried her back to her room. Cira followed behind him.

"She's just like her sister," Cira whispered back recalling how Naiya used to act. Celino laid the little girl down in her bed and pulled the covers over her. "Good night, my little sun," Cira whispered as she kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Good night, Mama," the little girl whispered back. Cira and Celino exited her room and Celino pulled the door closed behind him. Cira turned to him and pouted.

"I want another little girl," she whined.

"We've got two," Celino said, "Naiya and Nima. We don't need another one." Cira turned away from him and pouted. "Don't act like that," Celino whined, "we already have two. Why do you want another one?"

"What happens when our little girls are all grown up?" Cira whined and continued to pout.

"Then we retire like everyone else," Celino hugged her waist and held her close, "how about this? We wait until they are both grown up then we can talk about another kid." Cira spun around and looked at him.

"You promise," she held out her pinkie finger for his.

"Promise," he smiled as he wrapped his pinkie finger around hers. Cira kissed his lips softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He slid his hands up to the middle of her back. His cold hands caused her to tremble slightly.

"Mama, Papa," Naiya's voice whispered causing them to break their kiss, "will the princes be coming to visit anytime soon? I miss them."

"We should have them over," Cira smiled down at her oldest daughter moving away from Celino. Silvio stood behind Naiya smiling at Cira and Celino. Naiya stared at her father and shook her head.

"Father is still jealous," she whispered to her mother. Cira laughed and nodded in agreement.

"You're his little moonbeam," Cira whispered back, "he's bound to be like that forever." Naiya and Cira shared in a laugh. Cira brushed Naiya's blonde hair out of her face and gazed into her silver eyes. "Our little moonbeam," she smiled softly. She caressed Naiya's right check gently.

"Those two seem to get lost in their moments together," Silvio smiled as he watched Cira and Naiya interact. Celino cleared his throat loudly startling the girls.

"You should get some sleep," Cira smiled at Silvio and Naiya. Silvio nodded and picked Naiya up cradling her in his arms. Naiya flailed around in his arms playfully as he carried her away. Celino groaned lowly letting out a slight growl. "He's going to marry her, Celino," Cira said to him, "so you may as well get used to him."

"I just don't like the way he treats my little moonbeam," Celino whined.

"You mean like a princess?" Cira inquired.

"No, like his lover," Celino groaned.

"Well dear," Cira said as she stared at him, "she is his lover. He treats her the same way you treat me."

"With us it's different," Celino tried explaining to her, "because we're older."

"She's not a little girl anymore," Cira sighed and looked at her husband. Celino thrashed his arms about as if having a mini tantrum. "I can take your mind off that," Cira whispered and took his hand. She placed his palm over her heart and smiled as she closed her eyes.

"Your heartbeat is calm," he said to her, "just like when we first met." He moved closer to her and scooped her up in his arms. "When I'm this close though," he whispered to her, "your heart races. It's as if you panic a little." He kissed her forehead. "It's adorable." Cira felt her cheeks grow hot and she covered her face. "Let me see that beautiful shade of red," he teased as he carried her back into their room. Cira lowered her hands and smiled still blushing. He sat her on the bed then knelt in front of her.

"What are you doing?" She blushed her face turning an even more intense shade of red.

"You said you were going to take my mind off it, right?" He smirked up at her as he slid his cold hands up her dress and caressed her thighs. Cira nodded and giggled. "This is how we're going to take my mind off of it," he smiled then leaned up and kissed her.

"How I told you how much I love you lately?" Cira whispered to him.

"You have," he whispered back.