I forgot what it was like being on an ocean liner. I forgot what it did to me. I wish I would've eaten with everyone else before Sebastian and I left the manor. At least I wouldn't be tasting stomach acid…

"Lumi…?" Sebastian knocked on our bathroom door in our cabin, "Are you alright?"

"I'll be ok," I groaned, "Just a little seasick…"

"I'm sorry," Sebastian empathized, "I wish there was something I could do for you."

"I don't even…" I gagged…and threw up even more, "Sebastian, I don't feel good…"

He opened the door and came in, sitting on the floor with me. I laid in Sebastian's shoulder in complete misery. Seasickness and I never got along. Regular sickness and I never got along. As I laid in Sebastian's arms, I heard him humming…Something all too familiar…

"Sebastian," I looked up at him, "Can I ask you a question…?"

"Of course," he brushed the hair out of my face, "What is it?"

"Can you read minds?" I wondered, "Or see in someone's past?"

"I'm a demon, my love," Sebastian kissed my forehead, "Not a reaper. Why do you ask?"

"You were…" my voice broke, "That was my lullaby. When I was sick…my mother…the same tune…"

"Where do you think she learned it, Lumi?" Sebastian held me closer, "Whenever Catherine's morning sickness got the best of her, she'd call on me. I sing her that very song and her stomach would start to settle. Not to mention, make you kick up a storm."

"It's strange," I chuckled, "My husband knows more about my mother's pregnancy than I do."

"I'm sorry, darling," Sebastian giggled with me, "I've been around for a while."

"It's ok," I cuddled into him, "I know. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't."

"Why don't you get some rest, Lumi?" Sebastian carried me to bed, "It'll be a while before we get to shore again."

"Ok," I curled into his chest, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm sorry…I don't understand," Sebastian gave me a look, "What do you mean, how did you get so lucky?"

"Just that," I looked up at him, giving the most sparkly eyed look I could muster up in my condition, "How did I get so lucky to end up with someone like you?"

"One could say it was fate," he told, "Or destiny. Or a curse…"

"Sebastian," I put my hand to his face, "You're no curse…You're…Everything. My everything."

"As are you, my love," Sebastian cradled my cheek in his palm, "Now, I'll wake you when we're on land."

"You know," I thought out loud, "I'd probably be ok if I were-"

"Lumi…" Sebastian scolded. He knew what I was going to say. He knew I was going to ask him to make me immortal again. If I were immortal, I guarantee I wouldn't be seasick. Mortal illness wouldn't affect me at all. That could be quite the case, but debating against someone as quick and clever as Sebastian wouldn't exactly be the wisest move. He's a master debater.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I'll leave it alone."

"Thank you," Sebastian kissed me once more, "Now, go to sleep before I have to make you."

"You can do that?"

"Yes. But I'd rather not."

"Fine," I pouted, forcing myself to sleep. I couldn't see what the problem was. I had no idea why Sebastian was prolonging the inevitable. It was his idea in the first place to make me immortal. I didn't even know he could do that until he told me he was a demon! All I wanted was for my seasickness to go away. Sebastian could do that! If he were to make me immortal!

As soon as my brain decided to quiet down, I managed to fall asleep in my immortal beloved's embrace. The waves on the boat were more soothing than sickening. Like a baby in their bassinet. And I had the best teddy bear I could ever ask for.

"Lumi," I felt a nudge in my ribs, "Lumi, wake up. We're here, darling."

I rubbed my eyes in my lethargy, "Good morning."

"Good morning to you, too," he smiled down at me, "Sleep well?"

"Relatively well," I buried my face in his side, "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock in the morning," Sebastian said, "Sleep deprived recently?"

"No," I sat up, "I've been sleeping fine lately."

"Feeling ok?"

"Yes," I nodded, "My nauseam is at a lower level, so I'm not sick."

Sebastian's icy hand made its way to my forehead, "You're a bit feverish…"

"I feel fine," I brushed it off, "I'll live."

"Are you sure?" he worried.

"I promise you, love," I assured, "Feverish or not, I feel perfectly ok."

"Ok," he let it go, holding me a little tighter, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten in a couple days."

"I could eat," I agreed, "Will you go get me something?"

"Gladly."

Sebastian put me down on our bed and left me alone to get me some sort of nourishment. I was ok. I mean, I felt fine. One hundred percent. But seeing Sebastian sweat like that? He was nervous about something. He wouldn't tell me, but there was something bothering him…His nervousness made me nervous. Sebastian wouldn't be worried over nothing.

I'm ok…Right…?

A/N: I know. Kind of a short, filler chapter, but! I promise you! The next one's going to be longer. And excitinger! Boat rides aren't exactly entertaining unless it's Titanic, but I digress. I love you all. Please hang around for a bit and we'll get through this together. xx