It had been roughly sixteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds since Kid stormed out of the door, heading to the store to get something for Liz. Soul hadn't moved in almost the same amount of time. The scythe sat on the floor, his head against the wall. A tiny pool of blood was seeping into the back of his shirt from where the skin had split on the back of his head. Maka desperately wanted to say something but what could she say that he probably hadn't thought already?

She's startled when he suddenly spoke up, "It's not mine." He's not looking at her, he's staring at the ceiling but Maka knew he was talking to her. "I can't have kids." He rolled his head to one side, looking up at her, "Doc said so." She wanted to question him about why he went to the doctor about something like that but she refrains.

He looked absolutely heartbroken. His shoulders slumped more than normal, his eyes unusually vacant. She wanted to comfort him, maybe stroke his hair or kiss him but it would only lead to something neither of them needed. They did that once, the night she told him she was going out with Kid. She had cried herself to sleep that night.

So, she crouched down before him, took his face in her hands, and simply said, "You need to talk to her."

He wandered the baby aisle of Death*Mart aimlessly. He didn't know what to get an expecting mother. Soul was about to abandon his endeavor when a certain pink-haired healer came around the corner. There was a brief moment where they exchanged confused looks before Soul noticed the little girl in Kim's arms.

"What are you doing in this aisle?" Her green eyes are narrowed, searching for some juicy gossip. Maka's pregnant, isn't she? And you're the daddy, right? She cheated on Kid with you? She wanted to ask but she doesn't. Soul and his meister's relationship was pretty well known and several people, Kim included, figured that Kid and Liz were just cover ups or something like that.

Soul made the mistake of fidgeting and hesitating before answering, "I was lookin' for something for a friend. A teddy bear maybe?" The witch raised a skeptical eyebrow before showing him one he'd like. It's a simple looking thing, brown and fuzzy, until she turned it over.

There's a small flap on the back, "It plays different sounds. Ya know, heartbeat, rain, classical piano…" She trailed off, noticing the blank look on Soul's face. "These little slots," She pointed to a little slit next to the music selector, "Is for putting in MicroSD cards, for custom music." It took a lot not to laugh when he snatched it out of her hand. She merely rolled her eyes and continued looking for diapers when he called a hasty thank you before disappearing around the corner again.

The bear sat in the saddle-bag of his motorcycle, it seemed really odd to put it there. Maybe he should get a car or something. No, it's too early to be thinking about things like that. It's not even his kid, why should he care? These flip-flopping emotions, anger, heartbreak, sadness, excitement, made his head spin. Soul decides, sitting on the orange motorcycle he's had since he was thirteen, he just going to talk to her. Be calm and talk. That becomes his mantra as he walked up the pathway to the Gallows Mansion.

He clutches the bag the bear is in with one hand while knocking with the other. He honestly expects Kid to answer or to be shot to death but he's met with a pair of angry blue eyes. Patti stares at him, an uncommon look of seriousness on her face.

"What do you want?" It's a question laced with venom and Soul feels every drop of it. Soul bites his lip for a second, thinking of how to word what he wants to say. Words have never been his strong point, important words, even less so.

"I need to talk to Liz." He pauses for a second, "It's really important." Patti seems to be thinking over what he says but before she can deny or allow him entrance, her sister makes her appearance. She's not pregnant enough to really show but he can see the tiny bulge that wouldn't normally be there. If he's figured it right, she's about three months or maybe four months along.

Which should make him the father. But he can't have kids.

Four Months Ago...

"Well I had fun tonight." Liz drops another one of her earrings into her jewelry box, watching Soul through the mirror. The demon scythe grins at her, purposefully pulling his belt off slowly before tossing it to the floor. Liz rolls her eyes and snorts before setting her necklace in the box as well. "What about you?"

Soul hums as he stretches out on her bed like he owns it. He continues to watch her neatly put away her jewelry while unbuttoning his shirt. He enjoys the feel of her cool silk sheets on his heated skin. He wants her so bad it makes him sick. Even when they first wake up after a long night, when her hair is crazy and her eyes droopy, he wants her.

Liz squeaks when Soul presses his bare chest against her mostly bare back. She takes a peek at him through the mirror, it's one of the few times she's ever seen him blush. He may look sheepish but his hands are crawling up her ribs to her breasts. His hands are cold when they start tweaking her nipples. "You're on the pill, right?"

The demon gun grabs the scythe's hands and pulls them away, "Who said you were getting any tonight?" She smirks at his crestfallen face, maybe her 'good boy' comment earlier got his hopes up. Really, she just enjoys teasing him. She gives a small sigh, "Yes, I am but why do you ask?"

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Soul sighs dejectedly, "I forgot to bring condoms and I know you don't keep any. I doubt Kid has any." He presses his hips against hers, groaning at the pressure on his erection. "Think I might be addicted to your body." Soul finds the zipper of the dress and begins to pull it down while walking backwards towards the bed.

Liz shoves Soul away from her before walking over to her record player, her dress falling off her frame as she walks. "It's more fun when we have something to, how would you say, set the mood?" Slow, sexy sounding jazz begins to cover the silence as Liz makes her way back to the bed. "You're a lot better in bed when there's a rhythm."

Although Soul was perfectly aware of what Patti could do, Liz seemed the more terrifying of the two at this point. "Look, Liz, I can explain about earlier." She gives him a skeptical look before turning on her heel, a finger beckoning him to follow her. He tries to ignore the dirty look and mock attack from the younger sister when he passes her. Sure he fucked up but he really deserve to be jumped for it?

Yeah, he probably did.

"You've got five minutes, Evans." Liz gives him an icy glare as she makes her way into the upstairs living room. There have been very few times Soul has been as nervous as he is now and his words suddenly feel like cotton in his throat.

He takes a deep breath, "Look, I overreacted, I know but you gotta understand the doctor said there was no way in hell I'd ever have a kid so it was the first thing I…"

"The first thing you think is to call me a slut."

"Hey! I didn't call you a slut!"

"What the fuck? You've been messing around behind my back?" Liz' voice drops to a mock masculine tone as she glares at him darkly, her hands slapping loudly against a desk against the wall. "I would never cheat on you!" The demon gun turns, "The doctor was wrong…Did you think of that?"

"No."

"Of course not, you don't ever think."

"Look, I came back. I said sorry. You do understand that it's hard for me to accept this, right? My mom took something back when she was pregnant with me and they said it causes infertility in the infant. I shouldn't be able to have kids."

"Well the doctor was wrong. I'm pregnant and it's yours. I don't expect you to stay but-" Liz is cut off when Soul grabs her arm, pulling her towards him. "Wha-"

"Shut up for a second." He presses her against his chest, "I want the kid. I wanted the kid. I even bought it a teddy bear."

"She."

"Huh?"

"The baby is a girl."

"Oh geez…Hope she's not as pretty as you."

"Soul!"

"What? If she is, I'm going to end up castrating half of Death City!"

A month later, Soul and Liz had bought a small three-bedroom house with a fair sized yard. They could afford a better house but Liz had just fallen in love with this house. It had everything, the white picket fence, the big yard, the flamingo out front. Now they just needed a dog and two more kids.

At the moment, they both still lived in their respective homes (They were still moving things). Soul still lived with Maka and Liz still lived with Patti and Kid. However, they were together almost all the time. Soul had his own drawer of clothes and things at Liz' and she had hers in his room.

While the arrangement didn't really bother Maka or even Patti, it severaly bothered Kid. He felt like he was losing his sister and his roommate to a man he didn't really like. There had been a time when he liked Soul, respected him even, but after everything that had been said between them, he didn't know what to think.

Maybe he shouldn't hate Soul. Maybe he should just accept that things are going to change. Maybe he should accept that Soul is probably going to turn out to be a fine father. Maybe he should just accept that Soul will forever be Maka's first love and the man who took her virginity. Maybe he should just accept that Soul is the reason Maka won't sleep with him. Okay so he's not the only reason but he contributed too it. Asymmetrical bastard.

"Soul, we need to talk. Man-to-man."

That's how it started. Yeah, sounds good. Lay it all out on the table and then they can make up and their little group can be whole again. Yeah. Good. Yep.

Kid looks at Soul who was digging through the fridge, looking for whatever weird thing Liz was craving at the moment. "Hmm?" The death scythe looks up, a bag of carrots hanging out of his mouth. "Sup?"

"Why won't Maka be physical with me?" Soul gives Kidd a funny look before rolling his eyes.

"Dunno, maybe she wants a more romantic relationship. We didn't go on dates and stuff like you guys do. We just fucked and fought. She's probably scared if you sleep together, you'll stop being Mr. Romantic and only want sex." Soul shrugs, looking for cheese, "Dude, Liz is totally craving some weird ass shit."

Kid stares blankly at Soul, "So she won't sleep with me because of you?" He clentches his fists, anger bubbling up under his skin.

"Hmm, yeah probably but don't worry so much about. She loves you. I was just a convent outlet for hormones." Soul gives the Shinigami a crooked grin, "She loves you and it's so funny. She gets flustered when I tease her about you."

"Wait, didn't you love her?"

"Well of course, who couldn't love Maka?"

"What happened?"

"A certain demon gun who is going to kill me if I don't bring her some carrots with nacho cheese. Told you, weird cravings." Soul rolls his eyes but stops before going up the stairs. He digs around in his back pocket for a minute before fishing out a condom.

"Take this. It's dangerous without it."

Kid looks at the condom, then looks at the retreating scythe, then back at the condom.

"What. The. Fuck?"

AN: Okay so spliting this up into two parts because I want to. I've changed the story up a bit and the sad part has been cut out so THANK ME BITCHES. Well, the mostly sad part. Well, looks like ninety percent of things were wrapped up in this chapter. I also got the condom scene out. Herp. Uh, what more to say..Uh, I'm going to put a poll up on my profile soon and I'd like you all to vote on it.

Yeah so this came out a bit choppy but not as bad as before. I hope I didn't disapoint anyone..

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