Okay, because as some of you know, I love Howl's Moving Castle and as some people, I dream about what happens after the movie so I decided to write a fan fiction on it. I hope you like it. It won't be very long. Just nice and sweet. A bit of drama and pretty funny with my twisted sense of humour.

"HOWL! I WILL KILL YOU!" Sophie shrieked from upstairs.

Howl jumped a metre in the air from astonishment for two reasons. One, he never knew Sophie could scream that loud. And two, she'd seen their bedroom. He stared back at his book he'd been reading comfortably on an armchair by the fire Calcifer had created by the hearth. Smug, he waited until he heard Sophie's stomping and saw her starlight waterfall of hair pop over the railing of the stairs. The expression on her face spelt beyond furious.

"What is the meaning of the state of your room?!" Sophie had tried to keep her cool yet it'd failed.

Howl shrugged, deciding to pull on the innocent act. "No idea what you're talking about."

"Why are there splashes of PAINT all over your room AND containment of rats and spiders?!"

Howl hid his smirk carefully. "They were meant to be a surprise."

"For what?! For me? Was this a way of telling me I have even more cleaning to do?"

"No... you'll see." Howl returned to reading his book, his sharp mind now clouded.

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"Selfish, ignorant, pathetic pigs." Sophie muttered under her breath as she hauled her lead arms attached to the broom along the dusty floorboards. Sophie huffed around the castle, the broom tightly gripped in her callused hands. The castle was a mess again. And yet again, she was the one here cleaning it up. Even after living with the pigs she called her family for the past three years, they hadn't picked up on any cleaning habits whatsoever. Sophie brushed her starlight coloured hair from her eyes. It'd grown longer since she'd aged back to her youthful self, now an elegant twist down her back.

"Oblivious, stupid, air headed imbeciles." Sophie grumbled further. Howl had destroyed their bedroom with rainbow colours of paint and even cages of rats and spiders. He knew she had a phobia of such creatures. The sight of him had almost been the death of her. Only her heart had stopped beating for a moment.

She suddenly felt a tingling sensation down her back, an immediate trademark sign of magic in used. And it was very close. Impulsively, she turned around, a hand on her hip.

There was Howl, crouched in a pouncing stance, a stunned look on his face. "I still don't know how you do that."

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly, still very irritated at him. "It's no big deal." She said, frowning down at him. He stood back up, his final height towering over her. She crossed her arms over her small chest, a scowl on her face. It wasn't that hard to stay angry at Howl after what he'd just done. He studied her face, a light smile curling his lips.

"Don't be angry with me, Sophie. It'll all be worth it in the end. Just don't clean the bedroom okay?" He quickly kissed her, drawing out her anger for just a second. She forgot why she was angry in the first place. When he pulled away, she was furious again, everything coming back. When he walked away, winking as he left, Sophie gave in a hidden smile. Howl may have been a nuisance but she loved him.

She suddenly felt nauseous, a cold flush taking over her body. She ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet.

"Sophie?" Michael asked, placing his hand on her back after she'd finished. Sophie freshened up with Michael watching her curiously. "You're pregnant aren't you?"

The question halted Sophie in her tracks. Trying to appear as though the question had not fazed her, she reached for the face towel and dried her face. Her heart was racing, her palms beginning to sweat. Sophie laughed weakly, turning to face Michael. The fifteen year old boy was lanky, with floppy reddish-brown hair and big brown eyes. She remembered when she'd first met him, a twelve year old apprentice to Howl. He'd been so cute back then. Would her future children be like him?

"How'd you know?" She asked.

Michael shrugged. "The signs are pretty obvious. I've seen them in action."

Sophie gaped at him. "Don't tell me you got Martha pregnant?!" Martha was Sophie younger sister, the youngest of the three of them. She was the quiet kind, like what Sophie was unlike their loud and perky sister, Lettie. Martha and Michael had fallen in love this year, both still young and innocent in their ways. The thought of Martha pregnant was… astonishing. Sophie knew Martha had always wanted ten children.

Michael's eyes grew wide and he waved his hands in front of him. "NO WAY! We're both still pure! We haven't even done much yet and you're wondering if I got her pregnant? Where's your faith in me?"

Sophie chuckled. "Calm down, you craze. I was just checking. We wouldn't want two pregnant Hatters in one room now would we?" She gave Michael a wink and kissed his cheek before leaving the bathroom. She had to now reach up on her toes to kiss the boy's cheek. He was definitely tall.

As she continued cleaning, she placed a hand on her stomach, smiling tenderly. She would welcome their child with open arms, ready to love and cherish them. Suddenly, she had a reeling thought.

What if Howl didn't accept their child?

She fought back tears, furious at her lack of self control. But then again, Howl was unpredictable. Was he even ready to have a child? She was only twenty two, in the prime of her life. Howl was almost nearing his thirties, well into the age of fatherhood. But Howl was different. He was a boy at heart and loved mischief. Is he mature enough to handle a child?

She slumped against the wall of the hallway and let the tears fall.

Now... if you likey, please review and let me know what you liked. Spot any errors, please tell me. I'm absent-minded so yeah... Oh and if some of you didn't know, I'm kinda violent so if you try to BURN my story TO THE GROUND, I will hunt you down with a chainsaw!

Okay, enjoy! I'll update depending on how much time I have.

~ Love Fia xoxo