Felica was sitting at the table, staring at her food. Not eating it, just staring. It made him worried. She never hesitated to eat pasta unless he'd messed up the recipe somehow. But she'd made the manicotti herself, so it couldn't be that. She must be sick.

"Felicia? Are you alright?" He looked between her and the full plate of pasta.

"I don't feel too good, Luddy. Do I still have to go running?" she asked. Now that he thought about it, she did look sick. Maybe she'd eaten something bad yesterday. What had they had last night again? That's right, their friend, Kiku, had taken them out for sushi-shit, maybe she got something from that.

"I think you might be sick. So no, you won't run this morning." He put a hand on her forehead. "You don't have a fever, but if you're not feeling good, you should rest until you feel better." Felicia stood and skipped to their bedroom and he wrapped up her pasta, putting it in the fridge for lunch. He sat at the desk and started filling out paperwork. He'd gone a half hour without hearing a peep from his wife. While not alarmingly rare, she did usually check in every twenty minutes to see if he could play some game or cook or help with the cat. Perhaps he should go check on her.

At the moment he decided to get up, he heard a door upstairs being flung open and slammed shut. "Felicia? Are you alright?" He got no answer, and so proceeded with his initial plan of checking on the Italian woman.

She was in the bathroom, emptying last night's dinner and the few bites of breakfast she'd actually eaten into the toilet. "Ludwig, I think I'm sick." That much was clear. She hadn't eaten but a few hesitant bites of her favorite pasta, and now she was throwing up.

"I think so to. Let's get you cleaned up, then I'll call a doc-"

"No doctor!" She interrupted. "I don't want to go back to the hospital..." He didn't blame her for that. The hospital was full of bad memories for both of them. They'd both lost their grandfathers there. Ludwig had lost his brother, Gilbert. And last time they had gone, Felicia found out she couldn't have children.

"It's alright. I won't take you in if I can avoid it. But I still want to speak with someone who might know what I can do to help," he said soothingly. "Let's get you into clean clothes."

Three hours later, Ludwig was already three-quarters of the way through his paperwork when Felicia meandered back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Luuuddyyy~!" she said in her happy I-sound-like-I'm-about-to-break-out-in-song voice. "I'm feeling better and I'm going to eat!"

He stood and walked over. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You were throwing up a few hours ago."

She smiled. "I'll be just fine! I don't feel sick anymore, actually, I'm very hungry!" She bounced off to the kitchen. He sighed. At least she was feeling better.

Three weeks saw the same pattern every day. They'd wake up. She would feel too sick to eat breakfast. She'd throw up. A few hours later she'd be starving and eat more than she normally would. She'd eat even more at dinner. They'd go to bed. Rinse and repeat. He was worried. He finally called a doctor, who told him to bring her in. She wasn't happy.

"Ludwig! Please! I don't want to go!" she cried.

"I know you don't. But I want to make sure you're safe. So you're going." She quieted down and went to the car. It was about an hour drive, and it was spent in uneasy silence. He was too worried about why she was feeling so ill to try and make conversation, and she was dreading their arrival all too much to speak.

She sat in shock. He sat in shock. The doctor repeated herself since they hadn't reacted.

"She's pregnant. About six weeks along." The doctor had to be wrong.

"That's impossible," Felicia whispered. "I can't-can't have kids. We tried. Th-they said I was infertile."

The doctor had to explain how infertile and sterile were two separate terms. "Infertile just means it's unlikely. You still can-and if you choose to keep the baby, will-have children, though it is rare for infertile couples to get pregnant."

Felicia looked at her husband and hugged him tightly. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY, LUDDY!~" He just smiled.