The ruffle of clothing is what woke Dante from a not so peaceful slumber.

He turned over, in what he was hoping, his own bed to see where the disturbing ruffling was coming from. He never expected to find a slender silhouette getting dressed, rather hurriedly. Maybe he was still a little groggy, but he was sure he recognized it.

"Lady?"

The figure froze.

He propped himself on his elbows, taking note of the throbbing in his head. Dante figured that if he got that reaction, then it must've been her, "What're you doing in here?"

She was quiet for a moment before she replied, "You know, you really need to stop drinking so much." he noticed her voice sounded shaky, "Demonic powers or not, nobody should consume that amount of alcohol."

He would have argued that she was no light weight herself if the object on her left ring finger didn't catch in the dim light coming from the window. Lady, who had been cowering away from him during her explanation, followed his gaze.

She stared at it for a while before she looked at him, who in turn stared at her. And before Dante could open his mouth to ask about it, she was out the door.

~Lady~

That was a little over three weeks ago. It was also the last time I ever looked him in the eye, which was especially hard since I lived with him. But since I had something important to tell him, it was time we made some eye contact.

I remember the first time I tried to tell Dante I was pregnant. I was about a week and a half weeks into the pregnancy and I wanted to be straight forward with him. But just like everything else in my life, it didn't turn out the way I wanted it. The attempt ended in a rather heated kiss.

Courtesy of Dante.

Right now I was in the middle of attempt number 2 and so far, no good. I was still avoiding eye contact. Not that Dante was making it any better; he was preoccupied with one of his topless model magazines.

We had an awkward conversation going, so when we hit a pause and it seemed that he hit a page where he liked what he saw, I decided to come right out and say it.

"I'm late..."

"…"

Of course it was no "I'm pregnant" but it was close enough, and hopefully Dante would catch on.

It took a moment before he paused mid page turn and gave me most of his attention, I figured he didn't.

Typical idiot.

When I laid out my game plan, I figured I stand while he sat, you know, get some leverage in. Just to make it feel like I was in charge, like I was in control. And because Dante was a great deal taller than me.

But now that I was standing in front of his desk looking everywhere but him trying to find the right words to say to make him understand, while he sat, feet propped up and looking oh-so comfortable, I realized it was a bad decision. The spot-light would be on me.

And because I was taking so long to go on, Dante believed it would be a better time than ever to give me his attention one-hundred percent. I could feel those crystal clear baby blue-grey eyes trying to burn into mine.

I couldn't do it.

"…for a mission. I got a call a couple hours ago," I lied, "client said there were a few lower-level demons in an abandoned building not far from his home. He fears for his life." I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna go clean it out." With that I turned and walked out the shop. I could feel his eyes on me the whole way out.

I didn't know what was worse, that he knew I was lying because I stopped taking on missions completely one and a half weeks ago, or that he knew I was lying because I wasn't armed.

It could have also been the fact that the phone hasn't rung once all day, but whose wondering.

Two weeks

Bad.

No, that wasn't even the word. Terrible- no, horrible. Yes, horrible was more like it. There was actually a long list of words to describe my little predicament. Okay, it was not little at all. It was a slight bump. Wasn't there yesterday, but nothing to worry about.

Dante will notice.

"I think I know that." I snapped. I glanced about my room, realizing I was the only one occupying it. "Must be going crazy." I shook my head and turned back to my full length mirror, continuing my examination. So into it as I was, I didn't notice the door creak open.

"Hey Lady, i thought I'd just dro-Oh, my holy!"

When I turned I met those exact same blue-grey eyes I had been avoiding for a bit over a month now. The only difference was who they belonged to.

"Shit, Trish, there's a thing called knocking?" I hissed at her. She didn't answer, instead she entered, shutting the door behind her.

I didn't make an attempt to try and hide my almost-bare torso. For one, she was staring right at it, so what was the point. And for another, the room was bathed with sunlight, not to mention the sun picked this particular day to decide that I needed extra warmth.

"How long?" She asked while taking a seat on my bed.

"A little over a month."

Trish was practically glowing, Shouldn't I be doing that? "So, I get to be a grandmother?"

"It's aunt, Trish." I corrected.

"So you really are?" It took a moment for me to realize,

That wasn't Trish.

I didn't even have to look at the door to know who it was, but I did anyway, and for the second time I met blue-grey eyes, "Vergil, I swear to God…" before I could finish my threat, he was out the door.

I really hoped he wasn't about to say something to Dante.

"I guess knocking's out of style now, huh?" I asked Trish while pulling a shirt on. When she didn't answer I turned to her.

I did not like the way she was staring at me.

"Dante doesn't know does he?" When I didn't answer she continued, "You have to tell him."

I knew where she was going with this, "I know."

"So whe-"

"I don't know, okay!"

She was scrutinizing me, "What are you afraid of?"

He wouldn't want to keep it, "I'm not afraid of anything, alright?!" It was more to convince myself that I was being paranoid, than an answer to her.

We sat in silence for a while, Trish probably trying to keep from stressing me further, I just wanted time to think. It wasn't long before the silence was broken.

"I heard screaming…"

Yep, knocking was definitely out of style, "That was five minutes ago."

"Yeah, well, I figured everything was fine." He laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"What do you want, Dante?"

Silence.

I could feel two pairs of the same colored eyes burning into me. One pair accusing, the other, a sense of confusion. It was irritating.

"Don't you have something to do?" I noticed I've been snapping a lot lately.

He seemed to snap out whatever trance he was in, "Oh…yeah. Trish, we gotta go."

"Right." She was still giving me that knowing look as she got up and left the room. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Yeah, so," I couldn't help but notice we were the only two left in the room, "duty calls." From the corner of my I could see he was rubbing the back of his head again. "Catch you later." I nodded as I was once again engulfed in silence.

"Well, that was awkward." When I was sure I heard the front door to the shop slam shut, I made my move.

Dante was going to know I was pregnant by the end of the day.

.......

It wasn't long before the mission was complete and he was home sweet home. The first thing he noticed when entering his home was a figure curled up on the couch. Lady was fast asleep.

He noticed she'd been sleeping a lot lately. Not only that but her eating habits were on an all time high. On top of that, she spent an inconsiderable amount of time in the bathroom. If Dante was anything, he wasn't stupid,

He knew it was stomach flu season.

So not wanting to disturb her, he headed to his room. A small pink box with the logo First Response sitting on his bed is what welcomed him in. He knew what the hell it was, he'd seen the commercial enough times on TV to not know what it was.

Dante smiled and headed back down stairs. He wasn't expecting Lady to be sitting up like she had been waiting for him.

She was licking her lips, staring at the floor, "So now you know." Was all she said.

Dante grinned, "I can't believe it!" he seemed pretty ecstatic she noted, "I'm gonna be an uncle!"

Confusion was a major understatement on Lady's part, "What are you talking about?"

"Now it explains why they left so fast!" He was grinning now, "Vergil, that little devil, I knew he had it in him," he gave off a sly smile, "more like he had it in h-"

"Dante!" She cut him off before he could complete his perverted statement, "That," she pointed to the box, "that's not Trish's."

She watched as the smile slipped from his features.

It took a moment for it to sink in. "No," he breathed, missing the way Lady flinched, "Patty wouldn't…"

She gaped at him, "Are you serious?"

And while he pondered his thoughts about Patty, Lady dug in her back pocket. It was time for Plan Emergency. She all but shoved it into his hands and watched as he slowly unfolded it.

Lady wasn't far from ripping her hair out.

He read it silently to himself before reading it aloud, "I'm pregnant?" Dante lowered the paper to look at her; she was still refusing to meet his gaze. He sighed and sat down, "Look," he began, "if this is your way of telling me to cut down on the pizza…"

That was it.

"Dante!" Dante was pretty sure the couch would have flipped over if he hadn't been sitting on it, "That," she pointed to the pregnancy test, "is mine. And this," she pulled her shirt high enough for him to see the bulge, "is ours."

"Dante," she took a deep breath and for the first time in five weeks, looked him in the eye, "I'm pregnant."

Dante was rendered speechless.

"Say something." His silence was making her nervous.

He raked his hand through his hair, "How long?"

She looked down at her hands, "Almost two months."

At that moment he really wanted to yell at her. Demand to know why she had been keeping something that important away from him. But at the same time he was relieved to hear it. It gave him an answer as to why she had been acting so weird around him.

And she looked so guilty. That in itself stopped him from making her feel any worse about the situation. Instead he opted for standing up and pulled her to him, whispering promises of protection into her mane of ebony.

She still felt guilty, he could feel it. And a guilty Lady was a quiet Lady, and a quiet Lady, was a Lady without fire. He wanted to get that fire back.

He held her at arms length, looked her in the eye, and asked in the most serious voice he could muster, "You're sure it's mine?"

The next thing he knew, there was a 9mm (where she stashed it, he had no idea) pointing to a certain part of the male body he'd rather much not want to be pointed at.

Too much fire!

"You want to repeat that?"

And for some reason unknown to, the news hit him. Lady was pregnant; with his kid none the less…he was going to be a dad. Nothing in that moment could keep the grin from spreading across his face.

Well, except when Lady pulled the trigger.

Pinkie: Sorry about the whole not update in forever thing!! Gomen, gomen!! I was practically L'inMAO the whole time I was writing it. The most fun I've had in a while actually...that sounded so pathetic...this summer friggin' blows, stupid rain. Well, hope you enjoy'd it as much as I did!! Don't 4get to review, Oh, speaking of the reviews thanx so much for the ones who reviewed last chappie!! Stick around I'll update soonz!! 8D