Wow, guys! Thanks for all the reviews and whatnot! I'd like to reply to those reviewers who don't have an account here, so this is for them!

Doesn't-Have-An-Account Person: Well, lemme be the first to encourage you to make an account! Even if ya don't wanna post anything, it's convenient because you can keep track of favorite stories and authors. That was why I first made an account, actually. I never planned on writing anything to be honest. But anyway! Thanks for your review. Yes, Poland corrupts Liet quite often. However, I differ in the view that Poland is the seme. I believe in Seme!Liet all the way! Actually, I have my own little theory about Poland, and it will be explored in this chapter. You may not like it, but it was just something that I thought of and figured I should go for. It's an interesting issue that has hardly any fics addressing. As for mpreg, yes, I have to agree with you. I don't get it either. Before you go all "WTF you hypocrite!" on me, lemme explain myself a bit. I typically don't do mpreg. But I hardly think of the Hetalia characters getting pregnant as mpreg because they're not really people. They're countries, and as also explained in this chapter, there are many mysteries surrounding them. Because a country can be referred to as a motherland OR fatherland, it stands that depending on the circumstances their bodies change to accommodate. Such that if Italy plans on having a child, he now has a uterus. Believe me, I would NEVER do mpreg for any other series because I agree with you. I'm very picky about the fics dealing with childbirth. I have researched pregnancy and birth extensively in the past, so I have my own pet-peeves. For instance, the baby WILL NOT open its eyes when its father first holds it. It WILL NOT have purple eyes like the mother or father. Babies don't open their eyes for the first few weeks, and when they do, they are always blue. A baby's eye color changes quickly, but when it first opens its eyes they will be blue. Sorry for my long reply! Now I hope you enjoy this LietPol chapter!

Akito 17: You know, I didn't even realize that coincidence, but you're right! I was actually talking about Rosalina's looks! Everyone seems to agree that if Italy and Germany had a daughter she would have blond hair and blue eyes. I'm no exception. Lol Thanks for pointing out the not-so-obvious things Detective Conan! But I have to agree. Family-making fics=SQUEE! And you will definitely see some more LudwigxFeliciano family action. They are my OTP as well. You will see them mentioned in side stories, appear occasionally (just wait until Vati/Uncle!Gilbert shows up with his kids!), and they will have a few other chapters of their own too. I already started writing the next one, actually. But because the chapter was already quite long, I decided that I'd go in cycles. So now you're going to have to sit through LietPol!

Disclaimer: I asked Santa and my Fairy Godparents to give me ownership of Hetalia. I got a piece of a coal and a reading from Da Rules. I'm thinking about asking Norm next.

It was strange. He hadn't seen Poland at all today, and to be honest, he was getting worried. If Liet couldn't see Poland for some reason, he always got a phone call. No matter what, he talked to Poland at least once a day. Even when he was in a bad mood, he used all of his willpower to remain cheerful and pleasant for him. And when the Pole didn't feel like talking (on very rare occasions), he stayed on the line even when there was nothing but silence to greet him. Sometimes Poland would hang up on him, but he never ignored a ringing telephone. He never refused to answer.

He had left fifteen messages on Poland's phone.

"Dammit, Feliks!" he cursed, the phone's ring about to cut and ask him to leave a message.

However, just as he was about to hang up, he heard a shaky voice mutter a faint "H-hello...?"

"FELIKS! Thank God you're all right!" he nearly shouted into the phone. He was overwhelmed with joy at hearing his voice, but it turned to anger and annoyance in an instant. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?! It thought something happened! I thought Russia kidnapped you or something! Why didn't you answer your phone?!"

"I...I left...It just wasn't on me..." the words were barely above a whisper.

"Feliks...Are you all right?" Lithuania frowned, his previous rage disappearing.

There was a shaky breath at the other end. "Oh, I'm fine, Liet...Like, seriously. Don't worry and stuff. I-I--! I've g-got--! Got ev-everything under c-contro--!"

He was crying, that much was obvious. Trying his best not to freak out, the brunette sighed and remained calm. He couldn't start shouting what was wrong and ask him what he should do. That would only startle and frighten the blond more. "Where are you?"

"Liet! I'm like, totally fine! Don't come over or anything!" Feliks shouted at him, through his tears, he was sure.

"So you're home?"

"DON'T COME!"

The line went dead, but Russia's former favorite didn't mind. He was already putting on his coat and grabbing his keys anyway.

Lithuania quickly found the correct key on his chain to the old house. Poland had locked his front door. Another oddity. Letting himself in, he did a quick scan of the foyer. Nothing. It looked like Feliks was playing hide-and-seek with him. No matter. Liet knew Poland's house like his own. There was nowhere he could hide and he wouldn't be able to find him.

After searching each room on the bottom floor, he finally started up the stairs. To his surprise, Poland was once again nowhere to be found. Liet had checked every room and every closet! All the nooks and crannies had been inspected as well. He couldn't believe he was unable to find the Pole.

With a sigh, he slowly walked towards the railing of the stairs and leaned against it. He muttered to himself, "Dammit...Where are you Feliks?"

It was then that he heard it. A muffled sob and the shaky intake of breath. It was coming somewhere to the left of him. But to that side was nothing but a solid wall. Still, he could hear it. There was no way it could be anything other than Poland.

Moving slowly and cautiously, he quietly approached the source of the noise. Lightly, he tapped the wall and received a hollow sound in return. Surprised, he inspected the wallpaper with great scrutiny. Finding a tiny piece that was peeling away from the wall, he slipped a finger beneath it and slid it down the rest of the wall. A tiny door in the middle of the wall greeted him.

"A dumbwaiter..." he breathed.

Slowly, he opened the door to reveal Poland in a huddled mass. His knees were curled into his chest, arms wrapped tight around them, face buried in his knees. He was wearing his favorite school girl outfit; the one with the pink skirt and white sweater. Though he couldn't see his face, Liet could hear his heavy breathing and noticed his shoulders were shaking.

"Feliks?"

The boy didn't look up. If anything, he cried harder.

"Feliks, look at me," Lithuania said gently, resting a hand on Poland's head and dropping it down to rest lightly on his still hidden face. His cheeks were wet with tears.

Poland shook his head as best he could in his position. "I'm not, Liet."

"You're not what?" his voice remained steady and soft. He tried to awkwardly wipe away his tears, but the cramped space made it difficult.

"I'm not gay!" Poland suddenly shouted, finally looking up at him. It was then he realized that Feliks' tears were more of anger than of sadness.

Liet frowned and pulled his hand away. "Feliks...You don't have to lie if you want to break it off with me."

This threw Poland into a fit of rage. His tiny fists shot out to punch at the Lithuanian's chest, screaming in anger as he did so like a little child during a temper tantrum.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I'M NOT GAY! I'M NOT! GOD, YOU BASTARD! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! YOU SCREWED UP! YOU SCREWED UP! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN LIKE THIS, I JUST WAS!"

"Feliks, calm down!"

"I'M NOT GAY! I SWEAR I'M NOT! I'M JUST TRAPPED IN THE WRONG BODY! THAT'S ALL! I'M JUST--!" he finally ran out of energy and slumped against the back of the dumbwaiter once more. He took a few more deep breaths before whispering, "I'm just trapped in the wrong body..."

Liet reached out and took one of Poland's hands into his own, thumb rubbing circles over the back of it. "What do you mean, mano meile?"

"Liet, I'm trapped in the wrong body," he repeated, calming down. "I'm a girl, Liet. On the outside I'm a man, but on the inside I'm a woman! Just look at me! I know you can see it, Liet. I know you can. You know everything about me. You must know this too! You know that I'm a woman on the inside, Liet! Otherwise, we wouldn't be together! You're not into guys! You loved that psycho chick Belarus before me! You're not gay either! But at least you're in the right body!"

The last part he spat bitterly.

Lithuania sighed and pulled the other nation towards him, wrapping his arms around the other's feminine waist. "Feliks...Feliks, what happened?"

"That bastard Prussia is what happened! He called me gay and started making fun of us! But I'm not gay! I'm not!" had he been standing, Liet was sure Feliks would have stomped his foot childishly.

"Feliks, even if that's how you feel, you're still a guy..." he trailed off.

Poland slowly looked into his eyes, and realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Feliks had a small blush stretching out across his face, reverting back to the way he was when Liet had first met him.

"Will you still love me even after?"

He scooped the blond out of the dumbwaiter and into his arms, holding him like a new bride.

"Only if you promise to marry me."

Arms wrapped around his neck and he did his best to juggle Poland's weight while managing to kiss him at the same time. "I thought I already promised."

"Mm...You did, but every time I bring it up, you change the subject. No running away this time. Within the next two years."

Another chaste kiss. "One."

"Six months," he smiled and bent his head down again.

Poland met his lips and smiled. "Six weeks."

"Tomorrow," he repeated the pattern.

"Today!"

He chuckled and set the other down onto his loafer-clad feet. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

"I know," Feliks smiled, standing on his tip-toes to kiss the Lithuanian's nose. "But I want to wear a wedding dress when I'm in the body I belong."

"How long have you known?"

The other didn't question what he meant. He understood. "I think I've always known."

"You know, somewhere, I think I did too. Deep down."

"And that's exactly why I love you. You always know."

What Liet didn't know was how nations worked, exactly. Nobody knew.

When he awoke the next morning, he found a comfortable weight settled atop him. He had no doubt who it could be, especially since he was quite sure he had fallen asleep with Poland last night. Without opening his eyes, Lithuania wrapped his arms around the person tighter, sighing comfortably as he did so. He ran a hand down the length of the other's back and their sides, pausing abruptly when he noticed something. Making sure, he rubbed his hands along the sides of the nation's upper torso, feeling the blood rush to his face.

Last time he remembered, Feliks didn't have breasts.

'Oh, shit!' He cursed in his mind. If he cheated on Feliks he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

He was scared to open to his eyes, but knew that it had to be done. He had to get away. He didn't remember being with a girl last night, so hopefully she wouldn't remember what happened either.

Lithuania opened his eyes and came face to face with a head full of familiar blond hair.

The person on top of him nuzzled into his bare chest and moaned, "Liet...I'm too tired...It's early...Go back to sleep..."

"Feliks?!" he cried, sitting up and causing the other to roll over and groan with annoyance. He whipped the covers away and nearly had a nosebleed when he came face to face with what was certainly a woman's chest. Nervously, his eyes strayed to the lower half of Poland's body. This time he did have a nosebleed. "Oh, God...!"

Feliks rolled over and gave a moan in his—or rather, her—sleep. "Liet, stop yelling...Seriously, it's like, way too early..."

Liet jumped from the bed and ran towards the conjoined bathroom, the sudden loss of warmth making Feliks scrunch her face up in annoyance. She lifted her head and blinked her green eyes, vision becoming less and less blurry with each bat of an eyelash. She looked down at her new body and just stared for a few moments.

A smile lit up her face. "LIET! LIET, I CAN FINALLY FILL OUT ALL OF THOSE CUTE OUTFITS! C'MERE! THERE'S THIS TOTALLY CUTE ONE I WANNA SHOW YOU!"

As Liet's nose started to gush more blood, he wondered if he was going to have to get used to these sudden nosebleeds.

Poland's new body was amazing, Liet decided. It fit her and she seemed to be happier now more than ever. To his surprise, the only thing that had really changed was how physically attracted he was to Poland. He expected there to be a personality change within Feliks, but she was the same person she had always been on the inside.

This new physical attraction, however, was going to be the death of him.

Poland was beautiful before. He had always thought that. But now it was like he couldn't resist her. She radiated confidence and happiness. She was like a ray of sunshine, shining so bright. He craved that after living with Russia and the darkness of his place for so long. He yearned for her touch and found he suddenly had more energy for sexual activities.

Poland wasn't complaining a bit either. She felt complete. Her husband loved her and had proven that not only was her new gender okay with him, but he found her even more attractive. There was only one thing missing, she thought as she fixed a button on Liet's shirt (she hadn't meant to rip it; it was his fault, really, for being so damn good with his hands!).

So, being Poland, she decided to do what any good wife would in her position!

She flushed her pills down the toilet.

"Dieve, Feliks!" Lithuania panted. "Dieve!"

"Ugh! Liet!" she echoed him, barely able to even breath.

He bent down and kissed her as they reached their climax together, pulling out and gasping for air as he shakily knelt over her and kissed along her jaw and down her neck, making her squirm.

"Liet..." she whispered into his ear, making him shiver. He pulled away, still breathing hard, and looked at the worn out Pole beneath him. Understanding that there was no way she was up for a third time in a row, he rolled off of her and onto his back, wrapping his arms around her waist so that she would rest her head upon his chest. She did so, grateful that Liet was always gentle and respected her. He wasn't a tyrant like Russia, who was demanding in all areas, the bedroom being no exception from what she had heard from that blond boy. She couldn't remember his name. He looked like America, but wasn't.

Lithuania was kissing her hand now, the palm and the back, her wrist and her fingers. She giggled. People were always talking about how the romance-language nations were good in bed, but she didn't see how any of them could be better than Liet, who treated her like gold.

"Aš tave myliu," he murmured as he kissed the top of her head, making her smile.

"Kocham cię," she replied in her native language, turning so that she could look up at him. "Liet, what do you think of babies?"

"Babies?" he pulled her on top of him so that they could talk face to face. "They're cute. Why?"

"Would you ever want one?"

He raised his eyebrows and a smile tugged at his lips. "You know, I think I would."

"That's like, totally awesome! Because you're going to be an ojciec by the end of the next eight months. I just thought I should, like, give you the heads up and stuff!"

"What?!" Lithuania stared at his wife, awestruck. "Y-you're--! But how?! I thought you were on--!"

"Yeah, I like, threw out my birth control weeks ago!"

Joy quickly turned to frustration. "Wait...You decided we were going to have a baby...Without asking me?"

"Pretty much. I, like, knew you would be totes cool about it and all."

"Feliks, I am not 'totes cool' with it! You didn't even check with me!" he frowned at her.

"Liet, I don't see the big deal. You just said you wanted one, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but--!"

"Then, like, shut up and be happy!"

She tackled him into a kiss and Liet took her advice.

"That's right!" Feliks shouted angrily as she entered the world conference meeting. "Still no baby!"

She waddled into the room, glowering at everyone. She was nine days late and not happy. Poland had never felt more uncomfortable, and while the other mothers/mothers-to-be could sympathize with her a bit, they knew she was having the worst pregnancy out of all of them. Lovino had been three days late with Enrico, and Spain would testify that had been hell. He pitied Toris. The Baltic nation must have been ready to pull his hair out by now.

Lithuania had gotten to the meeting before Poland, after much urging on her part. She didn't want both of them to be late. Secretly, he was happy he could get away from her for an hour while she was at a doctor's appointment. Feliks had been nothing but a bitch lately. He had tolerated it for the first day or two, but now it was so hard to put up with her. Liet was trying his hardest, but she certainly wasn't making anything easy on him.

The entire room stared at Poland as she walked by. Pregnant nations weren't anything unusual these days, but even the look on her face screamed "death to all who approach me". Latvia looked ready to cry when her gaze fell upon him.

"What's the matter? The fat, sweaty pregnant lady interrupting your precious blubbering time?"

And cry the boy did.

Toris, in an attempt to distract her wrath away from his youngest brother, stood from his chair and offered it to her. She had her own, of course, but he was trying to be polite; anything to calm the beast. "Here, širdelė! Sit down. Let me take your bag from you and--"

He paused as she sighed and clenched her fists at her sides. Turning slowly, she glared at him. "You. As if you haven't done enough!"

"I know how miserable you are," Liet started. Everyone was staring at them. The meeting had been put on hold for the moment as the rest of the nations were curious to see what was transpiring between the two that were usually so pleasant towards one another. "I wish there was something I could do. I wish I was a seahorse..."

Poland's frown sharpened and she looked at him strangely. A few of the nations exchanged glances, others looked confused, and a few were shaking their heads.

"Because with seahorses, it's the male that carries the child."

No change in expression.

"And then also, I'd be very far away in the sea..." Liet finished lamely and sat down, dejected, as Poland took her own reserved seat.

"I have never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life!" she moaned as she placed her bag onto the floor.

Seychelles tried to help. "I know...I've been there. I remember towards the end--"

"That's a real nice story, tiny nation nobody cares about, but could you tell it while getting me some iced tea?" Feliks cut her off without even sparing a glance.

A miffed Seychelles did her bidding as France frowned and shot a look at Liet, obviously telling him to "control your woman". All he could do in return was shrug.

Feliks shifted and started to groan, before finally screeching at her stomach, "Oh, God...GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"

Silence.

".......Let's." America finally said, and the nations immediately hopped up, eager to get away.

Liet was among them.

The door to Hungary's house swung open and closed heavily. A still very much pregnant Poland made her appearance known to Prussia and Elizaveta. Roderich could be heard playing the piano somewhere in the house. Hungary was about to go by his side and listen, but Gilbert had shown up and refused to leave. Untrusting of him alone in her kitchen (as he refused to come watch Austria play), she was babysitting him and making some Hungarian dish as she did so.

"Hey! Did you have the baby yet?" Gilbert smiled cheerfully.

Feliks was not amused. "Do you want me to come over there and sit on you? Because I'll do it."

"What are you doing here, Feliks?" Hungary asked her good friend.

"They wouldn't let me do any more of my duties as a nation. It's all up to Liet for now. They were, like, 'go ahead! Start your maternity leave now! Just rest! Get ready for the baby!'. Well, you know what? Screw them! If they don't want me at home, I'll just stay here with you guys!"

More silence. Poland was becoming accustomed to it.

"Or you could do volunteer work!"

"Whatevs. I have to pee. If I'm not out in five minutes, it's because I've died from choking on the potpourri stink," the blond shuffled over to the bathroom, ignoring the look of hurt on her best friend's face.

Prussia stood up and walked over to Hungary. "Okay, when she comes back out, you hold her nose, I'll blow into her mouth, and the kid will just pop right out of her!"

"Ugh...Shouldn't you be getting back to Ukraine? Stop bothering me..."

A knock at the door called Prussia's attention. He waltzed over and opened the door to reveal Lithuania.

"Oh, thank God! Take her away!"

"Hello, Gilbert. We have a doctor's appointment. Where is she?"

"In the bathroom," Elizaveta informed him.

"Feliks, we have to go!" he called.

"IN A MINUTE!"

The screech had him covering his ears to stop them from suddenly bleeding. "People ask me why we're together...Sometimes I just don't know what to tell them..."

"All right, all right, let's go!" Feliks groaned as she appeared in a new outfit. Her pregnant stomach jutted out from beneath her shirt. "Wait a minute...Do I have to pee again?...No, I'm good."

"You want to change first? The doctor's office is staying open late for us, but if you hurry..."

A murderous look. "No, I'm fine."

"Really? You don't think that's a little inappropriate?" the brunette eyed her exposed stomach.

"What?" she placed her hands on her hips and stomped a foot angrily.

"Good God, man, don't anger it!" the albino at his side hissed.

"Liet, it is one hundred degrees outside. For the first time in weeks, I am somewhat comfortable!"

"Fine, fine! Whatever you want! You're the mama." Liet held up his hands in defense as she walked by him.

"Come on, Liet, we're gonna be late!"

As she walked out the door and down the street, Lithuania turned to his companions. "Either of you want to be Liet?"

Tap, ta-tap, ta-ta-ta-ta-tap. Tap, ta-tap, ta-ta-ta-ta-tap.

"Liet?"

"Hm?" he replied, drumming his fingers on the large examining chair that Poland was sitting on. She wore nothing but a hospital gown.

"Have you always been this irritating?" she asked him, receiving a shocked look from the Lithuanian.

"....Wow...."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing! It's just...Well, lately, you've been a little short with me...That's all..." he tried to remain calm. Poland was a girl now. He couldn't smack her silly no matter how crazy she drove him (not that he ever would have even before). "I'm not trying to irritate you."

"Well! Then you must just have, like, a natural talent for it or something!" Feliks smiled at him.

"The doctor will be in soon. Why don't we not speak until then?" Toris suggested, at his wit's end.

Her fake, sugar-coated grin never left her. "Okay!"

More silence. It lasted for less than five seconds.

"Seriously, breath louder, Liet! That's great!"

Liet stared at his wife, eyes turning into a glare of pure exhaustion and frustration. "You know, we should probably ask the doctor if she even knows how to deliver a baby that's half human, half pure evil!"

They glared at each other until the doctor walked in.

"Oh, hi, Doctor Padulski! How are you?" Poland greeted her with cheer and enthusiasm.

"Sure, you're nice to her..." Lithuania muttered under his breath.

"She has the drugs!" Feliks hissed back.

"We'll do just a quick check...So! Nine days late! You must be feeling a little uncomfortable," the doctor addressed as Poland spread her legs just right.

"Just a tad!" Liet snorted in the background, which only made the blond cast another glare his way.

"You're about 80 percent faced..." both the Lithuanian and Pole broke into grins, only to be dashed by the next words. "It still could last a little longer." At the looks on their faces, she quickly went on. "But there are ways we can speed up the process!"

"DO THEM."

His wife glared at him as the human woman grabbed a pamphlet behind her. "Actually, they're things that you can do. Just simple homemade remedies that I've found to be quite effective."

"We're ready to try anything," Feliks greedily snatched the paper from her.

"There's an herbal tea you could drink. Some castor oil. There's eating spicy foods. Taking a long walk," she listed.

"Good, done! We will do all of those!" Poland nodded her head.

"And the one that I've found to be most effective!" she looked at them now. "Sex."

Feliks turned and looked at her husband with an uncertain look. The way things had been going between them recently didn't really put either in the mood. Still, she was desperate, and her face revealed her thoughts. Liet didn't look quite as thrilled. She hadn't let him touch her in a month, and with each passing day she had become more and more hostile towards him. It got to the point where he didn't care because her unjustified anger was such a turn-off. He still felt that way. And now all of a sudden she wanted him just so she could start giving birth? Liet didn't work like that.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Finish your enchilada. Spain made all of this food for us, so eat it." Of course, it had been sent with a basket of tomatoes and a card addressed to the devil-woman with hopes that their demon-child would turn out to be a blessing rather than the curse it was now. As if Lovino wasn't a hot-headed homemaker all the time.

"Liet, we've tried all the spicy food! It's not working!" Poland complained.

"Here, have one of these peppers," Liet offered after taking a bite himself. He started to fan his tongue. "So hot! Dievas! Hot! Jeez...By the way, you don't want to touch the pepper and then your eye!"

He slammed his hand on the table, eyes burning. Feliks took a bite of the pepper and ignored him, throwing a napkin across the room, not caring where it landed.

"I am feeling nothing!" she sighed and watched her husband in his agony, massaging his eyes. "Speaking of hot, watching you do that really turns me on. I totally wanna have sex with you."

Toris gave her a "yeah, right" look.

"Ugh! Come on, Liet! Why are we wasting all our time with this other stuff?! We know what's going to work! It's doctor recommended!"

"I'm sorry, but we have to have some boundaries! Dievas, I'm dying!" he sucked in air through his teeth as the stinging sensation continued.

"This is insane, Liet!" Poland stood from the table. "I'm your wife! You should want to have sex with me! It's not like I've ever used it as a weapon or dictated when we can or can't have it! Just during the pregnancy with the hormones!"

"That last part is a lie and you know it! You always play the sex card! Be it seduction or withholding!And I'm not going to make love to you just so you'll go into labor! "

"Make love? What are you, a girl?"

Liet stared at her due to the sheer irony of what she said. "Always a great way to get into a man's pants."

"Then just think of it as a service! Like, when you have to bang on the end of a ketchup bottle to get something out of it!"

"......I love when you talk dirty to me....."

"Ugh...I know, I know. It's not sexy. Not sexy at all..." she sighed and sat back down. "But c'mon, Liet! I'm dying here! You started it, now you finish it!"

He merely rolled his eyes.

"Come on, wuss! Make loooooove to me!" Poland snickered.

"You know what?!" the brunette could feel his anger rising.

"What?"

"Forget it..." he was trying to be good about this and remain calm.

"Oh, what now, Liet? You're not going to talk? How on Earth will you ever annoy me? Oh, I know!" Feliks rhetorically asked before making dramatic snoring noises. "You would think the damn jalapeno pepper would at least clear up your sinuses, but nooooooooo! That's not enou--!"

She was cut off as Liet suddenly crashed his lips to hers in a fierce kiss.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'M GETTING THAT BABY OUT OF YOU!" he screamed, unable to take it anymore.

"OH--!" she cried out, as he tried to get her into a better position, his hips beginning to awkwardly grind against her own due to the bump in between them. "Oh, God!"

"I know!" he breathed, already starting to enjoy himself as he kissed her neck.

"No, no!" she pushed him away, and stared down at herself. "...I think my water just broke..."

Liet stared at her, eyes wide.

"I am GOOD!" he announced before quickly getting off his wife and preparing to take her to the hospital.