A/N: Well, I decided to continue this thing, but for the next one, I'll need an idea or two for it. It'll depend on my mood when I get anything to help me out with it.

Disclaimer: Do I look like a grown man? No. I'm a fourteen year old. (Thirteen, but my birthday is today. Don't judge me, okay?)

Enjoy!

P.S.- This is before Clare was born.


"Tell me something, do I look...strange to you?" Teresa asked her husband, jostling her pendant with her fingertips nervously.

Aden looked up from his work to look at the raven haired woman with a raised eyebrow. "Say huh?" Teresa just raised her hand slightly with a wave.

"Never mind. Just a silly question." Teresa replied curtly, still playing with her necklace. Aden looked at the European woman skeptically with a shred of suspicion.

"Sure there's something that you don't have to tell me?" Aden asked. Teresa stopped fiddling with her necklace for a second and looked him straight in the eye before a sigh escaped her lips.

"Well...there is."

Aden scooted closer to his wife, intrigued. "And...?"

Teresa bit her lip, wondering how to approach the answer to his question. "Well...do you remember last week after that wedding we went to?" She asked with a slight blush. Aden raised a brow, befuddled.

"Yeah...Wait a minute...What are you getting at?" Aden asked, now suspicious.

"Well...you're going to be a father," Teresa softly whispered.

Aden took three minutes to process it all before his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull in absolute and undeniable shock.

"WHAT?!" Aden shouted, completely forgetting that it was close to midnight and alarming the neighbors. Teresa promptly whacked him upside the head with good reason.

"Be quiet, will you?" She ordered, going to their room to change and sleep for the night.


When Teresa woke up, she wasn't surprised to see her husband's face, but to hear each question?

Rather cumbersome trying to tell him over and over that she wasn't lying about the previous night and that he wasn't dreaming the entire time, even when she went to go take a shower before she promptly shoved him out so she could bathe in peace.

About four minutes later, Teresa was out and getting dressed for the day when Aden burst back into the room, once again bombarding her with questions before he got the hint and ended up cooking breakfast without her help.


Truth be told, she wasn't expecting the morning sickness and the like two months later, when the cravings broke out and she kept demanding unreasonably.

Aden had a hard time hiding from his wife, but she always knew where to find him, even when they were sleeping.

In all honesty, the first trimester was disastrous. Worse than being stuck in a locked basement with a cat that hated you more than anything for liking his master, Aden decided bluntly.

He only hoped that the second one wasn't as abhorrent.


Of course, he was only fate's plaything when he thought about it, 'cause he'd cursed himself for it.

Turned out that the second trimester was just as bad as the scent of being stuck in a shoe locker with who knows who's socks while you're hiding from your girlfriend when she finds a hole in the wall (That was something that he blamed on that DAMNED CAT,) in the den.

Aden could only restrain himself from ripping out his red hair in frustration, but he loved the woman dearly.

"What are you thinking about?" Teresa asked as Aden rubbed her stomach, where their child -God, it felt weird saying that,- was sleeping before he felt a kick underneath his palm. Teresa felt it too and smiled faintly.

"You planning on beating the crap out of someone again?" Aden asked, wary.

Teresa snorted in disbelief as she rolled her eyes. "I'm just proud, knucklehead. Where were you, on Mars?" The raven haired woman joked.

"Just because I'm an Aries...wow, Mrs. Blackrun." Aden retorted.

"Do I look old, numb-nuts?"


When the third and final trimester came around, Aden was rather relieved. Not only was his daughter -In the sonogram, it turned out to be a girl- going to be born, she would be born on April 30, not too far from his birthday two weeks before then.

The birthing process?

THAT was terrifying when Teresa threatened on destroying his side of the bed so he could sleep on the couch, but it was worth it when he got to hold his little girl.

She was small and looked pudgy, but adorable. Her red hair was all over her small head like a tarp on a tent, and her eyes were the same shade of green as his were, but she had more of her mother's features than his own to keep from lying.

She was, at first, extremely grabby when she wanted to be and loved Caili (The damned cat struck AGAIN!) to death, Caili reciprocating those feelings.

And of course, Clare was, without doubt, her mother's redheaded self with green eyes.


A/N: Happy birthday to me! I cannot wait for whatever gifts I get, truth be preached and/or told, no matter the circumstances.

Inspiration for the whole thing came from my friend shadowqueen15, so give her thanks for inspiration on the first and this one!

I hope that I get some reviews, because I get ideas faster that way.

AND NO FLAMES! I ABHORR THEM WITH A PASSION!

~Deathblow88