A/N: Happy Hallows Eve! I will be dressing up tomorrow and I am going to be dressing up as La Muerte. With that said, I decided to update this story for the fun of it.

Summary: A bit of a funny filler, but I also wanted to show the character's reactions.

"I want a child."

This was something that was completely unheard of in both the land of the living and the dead! A god of death wanting a child. A being meant to take life now suddenly wanting to give one and put one back into the world... What would the other Gods think if they heard of this!? There had to be some sort of unspoken rule about this. If there was then he could just tell his wife no and leave it at that, but if it wasn't that simply then-

"So what did you tell her?" A male voice asked from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts.

The death god turned suddenly to the mortal bull fighter, whose home he was currently hiding out in while he gathered his thoughts. He really didn't know why he had decided to come to this house of all places, for the mortal and him were not on the best of terms with one another. Perhaps it was because he had his own wife and would be able to relate to his situation better? What ever the reason, he was here and would have to explain himself.

"Didn't I tell you already?" In the time he had been there, he seemed to have forgotten what was what anymore.

"No, you kinda just stared off into space awkwardly." Joaquín replied, having showed up sometime during the god's black out. "Or is that what happened?"

"No... I told her that I would think about it." A collective groan came from the two mortal men at the sound of this response.

"You didn't..." Both men groaned in unison, clearly knowing something about the language of women that Xibalba didn't.

Manolo walked suddenly to a chair in the corner of the room they were currently in and spun it around, all while pushing it closer to the other and gesturing for him to sit down. During this, Joaquin took a few steps back and gave the floor to his married companion. After all, this would probably be a situation best handled by an expert. Once everyone was in position, Manolo stood a little straighter and clasped a hand on Xibalba's shoulder in a 'lets have a father to son talk' type way, just as his father used to do for him when he was little and had a question with no clear answer to it, or at least it didn't until they had the conversation.

"Touch me, mortal, and I will not hesitate to kill you again." He hissed, feeling a bit embarrassed that he was being put into this situation.

Without another word or a falter of posture, Manolo took his hand away quickly and put it behind his back idly, turning a few degrees away from the immortal one out of both fear and to get away from the quickly forming awkward tension. After this, he cleared his throat and began.

"Sir, one thing I have learned from being married to my beloved Maria, its that women are very complex and difficult to understand creatures, and its best to just agree with them or learn to withstand a thrashing." He said in a calm and smooth voice, trying to say this in a 'matter of fact' way.

"Manny! Thats horrible advice." Joaquin said, though he failed in hiding the soft chuckle that left his lips at the comment.

"And you have a wife and would know this?" Shots had been fired.

This made the one-eyed man's smirk drop and he went quiet as the point was taken. With that, the only two men with spouses turned to one another once again to begin their discussion once more. Or at least they tried to, for the front door of the home suddenly flew open with such a force that it made the whole trio jump. Following the flying door, in stepped a brunette young woman with her hair pulled back in a high pony tail with a pig following close behind at her heels.

"Manny! I'm home!" Maria called as she stepped in, but then stopped at the sight of the odd trio. "Whats going on?"

"Well, you see-" Manolo was cut off by a wave of his wife's hand and a soft sigh.

"Don't tell me." With that she pointed to the death God. "Your wife wants to have a child and you're unsure?"

"How did you know!?" Xibalba gasped, for once in pure amazement with the mortal woman.

"Us women have an unspoken understanding of one another." Maria said in an idle voice, stepping forward and shooing her husband out of his spot next to the chair.

"I told you. Very complex." Manolo laughed, taking a few steps back to avoid a sudden and yet gentle slap from Maria.

"Yes, we are. That and I spoke with your wife while I was in the market today and she filled me in." Maria replied, folding her arms behind her back, just as Manolo had done moments earlier with his own hands. "And the advice I offer you is to simply talk to your wife about being unsure."

"Do you really think that would work?" Hope was evident in his tone as he looked down at the woman.

"Perhaps. Though there is no middle ground in this situation." Maria shrugged, walking over to her husband. "You may not be able to change her mind, but talking about it will help."

"Heh, thats better than Manny's advice." Joaquin chuckled, looking between the three a few times with his good eye.

"I can imagine... Now, while we're on the topic of children-" Maria began but was cut off by Xibalba and Joaquin suddenly getting up from their chairs and fleeing in the direction of the front door.

"I best be off! Got to do that- Talking thing." The death God gasped, rushing to open the door.

"See you tomorrow, Manny!" Joaquin called awkwardly as the door was forced opened.

With that, the two men made their escape, leaving Manolo in an awkward situation as he stood there and hoped that his wife's advice not only worked for the ruler of the Land of the Forgotten, but for him as well.