I had planned on updating For The One We Love with a Maka baby drabble, but that got me thinking into writing a story all about our favorite Weapon-Meister baby. This is basically a side story to FTOWL, all about the so-called 'joys' of having a baby.

But it must be pretty joyful to carry the baby of the hottest guy in Death City (I envy you, Maka!)

Disclaimer-I do not own the anime, manga, or anything involving the actual Soul Eater franchise. I'd like to say I own the Evans baby, but if I do say that a) that will sound REALLY weird b) 99 Maka-Chops, and that will be painful. So I'll say I own the idea of the Evans baby. Ok, yeah, there other SoMa baby stories, but...

In this story I own the idea! Period.
Ok, let's go!

The Joys of Pregnancy

Maka read those 4 words over andover again, her eyes especially focused on a particular word.

Pregnancy

Maka, pregnant? Maka, having a baby? She placed her hand tentatively over her stomach. She read the cover again, bewildered by all this. She looked up at Tsubaki, who gave her the book. "Are you serious?"

Tsubaki nodded. "It seems like it. After all, you're showing the regular signs of an expectant woman. Sickness, grouchiness, overly tired, huge increaase in appetite, cravings, and so on."

"I guess, but still...You're actually suggesting I'm carrying a life inside me? A soul?"

"Most likely. Ah..." Tsubaki hesitated for a moment, then continued. "How was the honeymoon?"

"The honeymoon?" Maka was a little thrown off. "The honeymon was, um, great." Two pink spots appeared on her cheeks, telling a lot more on the vacation. Maka was always shy on the subject, and was relieved when no one, not even Blair pestered her on Soul's skills. It was practically impossible to say that her husband was realy good in bed without turning 9 shades of red. Actually, Soul was more than good. He was great.

No, he was freakin' awesome. Maka blushed harder as she reminisced those nights. Those hot, sweaty nights that left her sore for days...

"Maka? Is something wrong. You look like you're dozing off."

The 20-year-old meister snapped out of her trance and smiled guiltily at her friend. "Just...looking back. That's all."

"Oh." Tsubaki gave her a knowing look, and Maka felt her face grow warm. She didn't even say it, but still her friend knew what she meant.

At least it's not Black*Star. If that idiotic assassin got gist of this simple conversation, he'd be laughing his head off. Then that same head would have a huge chop.

Maka finally opened her book and skimmed through it. She turned the page and was greeted by a picture of a small, sleeping, peaceful-looking newborn, wrapped in a soft, yellow blanket. Maka stared at that picture, trying to imagine the child she was supposedly carrying. She hoped it was beautiful...

But was she actually pregnant? After all, she didn't think about that concept until Tsubaki just handed her that book. She eyed the bag the book came in and raised her eyebrows at a smaller bag poking out of the first one. She was pretty certain what that small bag contains, and the thought made her uncomfortable. Tsubaki followed her glance and smiled sheepishly. "I thought you might to see...if this is actually it. I'm sure Soul would like to know. Don't worry, I haven't said anything yet!" she added hastily when Maka glared at that last sentence. Maka glanced back to the bag, and sighed. She may as well face the truth. If it was true, and to her surprise, Maka hoped it was.

Soul tapped his plate, waiting patiently for dinner. It was his turn to cook, but Maka had stopped him when he tried to prepare dinner. She looked strangely giddy, it made him a little nervous. She looked like those stupid fangirls that chased him in his years in DWMA. All bright-eyed and happy and giggly. Totally uncool. Totally unlike his Maka. Until recently, when he came home. Maka had this huge smile on her face, like she was hiding some huge secret that she decided to hold over his head. Uncool.

That huge smile remained on her face when she served their dinner, beef curry and rice. Soul raised his eyebrows at her plate, which was double its usual amount. What the hell? Since when was Maka a pig? He spooned the delicious-looking curry and and ate the first spoonful. Maka also ate, but as dinner went on, she ate less and less, and just played with the remaining curry. Her broad, I-know-something-you-don't smile eventually eased into a small, sweet, gentle smile. It was a smile that seemed less like those stupid fangirls and more like Maka. Still, it had that strange mootvie behind it, and it made Soul a little uneasy. "

He finished his curry, and set his spoon down on his empty plate. He stared straight at his wife. "Ok, what's the big news? What is Maka Evans hiding that could change humanity forever?" He made sure to pile on the sarcasm.

Maka's smile grew bigger and she clasped both of Soul's hands with hers. "I know we haven't talked about this much, and maybe it's a little soon, maybe we're a little umprepared for this, but I think we can do this. I really can."

"Do what?" Soul tried to sound calm, but her serious face and tone made him edgy and think about his previous words.

Her smile grew into a beam. "Soul...I'm pregnant!"

Bam! That's it. That's the end of chapter 1. If people are nice to me, I'll be able to continue this. This is in relationhip to For The One We Love. Check that stroy out as well. I'm able to update that soon. Is it corny? OCC? Don't know, but please be kind to let me know if it is. I have a fragile ego, don't destroy it.

I've been watching the openings and endings for Soul Eater Repeat Show, and it's not that bad. But it doesn't compare to Resonance, and Paper Moon. BLACK PAPER MOON! I love that song. ^^

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