I turned the corner of a dark London alley way. I was searching for something, but I didn't know what exactly. I felt danger, my adrenaline was high, and I was prepared to fight. Where is Sebastian? I'll need him if I battle. "Sebastian?!" I called out, hearing my voice echo between the buildings that were shoehorned in together. After calling out to him a few times, I sighed deeply and fell to the ground, holding my head in my hands. "Who needs him anyway?" I asked myself. Suddenly, a trash can was rattling around and I leaped to my feet. "What was that? Show yourself this instant in the name of the Queen!" I called out. I heard a giggling emerging from the trash can and then a crash, as the lid fell to the floor and Grell rose out of it. "Grell! You scared the hell out of me!" I exclaimed. Grell let out another ear-piercing laugh and revved the motor of his chainsaw, ahem, 'death scythe.'

"Word on the street is that you think you can steal my Sebby from me?" his rhetorical question rung through my ears like his screeching laughter. What was he talking abo—oh. "I'm not sure what you're talking about!" I pretended to play dumb. "Don't play stupid kid, I know all about your little plan to steal my Sebass-chan!" "What do you mean?" his smile grew and twisted into a scowl. "You know exactly what I mean you little brat." He revved his scythe again. "It should have been ME!" he screeched. He charged towards me with his scythe ablaze and I did my best to run. When he caught up to me, I was cornered. My breathing was shallow and uneven as I clenched my stomach, then, I remembered… He charged toward my abdomen and I screamed "No! Not the baby!"

I woke up clenching my stomach and Sebastian was patting my forehead with a damp rag. "Is everything alright, young master?" he asked with a genuine concern in his eyes. "Yes, I just had the strangest dream." I replied. He pushed my hands away from my abdomen and replaced them with his own. He smiled gleefully "Would you like some tea, my lord?"

By no means was I used to this whole baby thing. Half of me wanted to believe that it was just a sick joke he was playing on me with his demon powers. The other half of me was completely convinced that this was my reality now. Commitment Ceremony? Sebastian was bound to honesty with me. He never once mentioned 'commitment' when I signed our contract. Or maybe he did? That was the deepest, darkest point in my life. Maybe he did mention it, but I was too depressed to acknowledge it and too eager to exact my revenge on all of those who have wronged my parents and I. It didn't matter at this point. I made a contract with a demon, and this is what I get.

"Young master, you may wish to get dressed soon. Lady Elizabeth will be coming over soon!" he said with a bit of hesitation in his voice. "Sebastian! You idiot! Why didn't you tell me before?" I went to swing my hand across his face, but he caught it before it met his skin. "Now, now, my lord. You need to start practicing balanced emotions. We don't want our baby to be crazy, now do we?" I gave him a steaming glare and popped out of bed. "Dress me, now, Sebastian!" I barked. His crooked grin turned into a crooked frown as he began to unclothe and re-clothe me, just as he did before this sudden turn of events that occurred a few days ago. His grin returned as he attempted to cover his mouth and his stifled giggles. "What is it now, Sebastian? No funny business!" I barked, a perpetual state of pissed-off has now been plastered to my face since I woke up. "It's nothing my lord, it's just that—" he stifled another snicker. "It's just that WHAT, Sebastian?" "Young master, you've begun to… show." By this time his giggling was uncontrollable. "Impossible!" I thought to myself. There was no way I was actually pregnant, and even if I was, there was no way I was already "showing," as he put it. "Preposterous, Sebastian! Quit fooling around at once!" I inhaled, trying to puff out my chest to assert what little dominance I had in this situation, when a button popped off of my shirt.

I trembled in disbelief and fell to the floor. I began crying for no explainable reason and clutching my stomach, holding the portion of my shirt where the button popped off. "A-am I fat, S-Sebastian?" I whimpered between sniffles. I had no clue what came over me, but Sebastian scooped me up in his arms and cooed warmly in my ear. "No, young master. You're just creating new life is all. It's nothing to worry about!" I cried harder. I suppose it was true. Sebastian had somehow gotten me pregnant with his demonic powers and I am now carrying his child. I don't know how it happened, but for now I had to worry about how Lizzie was going to react to my new swollen figure.

A loud knock was at the door, followed by a high-pitched squeal. "Ciel! Ciel! Ciiieeelll!" Lizzie called out to me in her normal, squeaky (annoying) tone. I traipsed down the stairs and she immediately suffocated me with a death-grip hug. "Ciel! I've missed you! You look so…" as she back away from me, her eyes got as big as dinner plates and she turned the color of a tomato. Trying to hide my anguish, I played stupid. "What's wrong, Lady Elizabeth?" I asked. She widened her stance and tried to hide her face in her hands. "N-nothing is wrong, Ciel. Y-you look adorable." She said, still cherry red and forcing a giggle. This was so unlike her. Was I repulsive to her? After a lifetime of me treating her with minimal affection, was my new figure the tip of the iceberg? I peeked over my shoulder at Sebastian, he looked just as puzzled as I was.

Later that evening, we were in the parlor and Lizzie and I were seated on a couch next to one another. Sebastian left the room with a bow, as he acknowledged that it was time for tea and a small snack. Lizzie had hardly spoken since our awkward exchange, but when Sebastian left, she buried her face in my shoulder. "Lady Elizabeth, please tell me what is wrong. Have I upset you?" I inquired. "Nothing is wrong at all, Ciel. But I feel that if I told you what was making me act this way, you would be frightened of me." She replied, her eyes watering up. "Please don't cry, Elizabeth. We are to be married in a few short years. You can tell me anything." I said with a warm encouragement. Her blushing grew a deeper red, if it was possible. She buried her face again and mumbled something that I couldn't make out. "I can't hear you, Elizabeth." She sighed heavily and moved her lips to my ears. I could feel her warm breath on my neck and it reminded me of the night Sebastian and I spent together. I didn't know whether to cringe or to be completely turned on. She inhaled, trying to gain some courage, and this time, she spoke. "I think you look sexy with a little bit of pudge on you, Ciel." She immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and I was appalled. "Excuse you?" I asked sarcastically. "What did you just say to me, Elizabeth?" she giggled even more, but after a few moments, she managed to collect herself. "I'm not lying to you, Ciel. I think your new frame is incredibly sexy. I love men who are, as they say, chubby. It looks adorable on you!" she replied with a smile. I was in shock. This was a side of Lizzie that I had never seen before. Her? Calling ME sexy? That was impossible. Lizzie doesn't use words like 'sexy,' she only says 'cute' and 'adorable.'

She hopped over and sat on my lap, her demeanor more serious. "Yes Ciel, I think you are… tantalizing." She whispered in my ear as she clutched the collar of my shirt. My face went pale and I gulped. Lizzie was straddling me and grinding against my groin, and I felt entirely too uncomfortable to even speak to get her to move. "E-Elizabeth? What are you doing?" I managed to choke out. "Ciel, like you said, we are to be married eventually. Don't worry, it's not like this wouldn't have happened eventually," she whispered and pressed her bloomer-clad buttocks against my lap. The amount of discomfort in the room was beginning to be too damn high. I needed to find a way out. "There's only one way I'll let you go, Ciel." She said with a wink. "Wanna know what that is?" she giggled. My face stayed flushed and all I could do was look dead ahead and not make eye contact with her. She lowered her lips to my neck and left a trail of pink lip stains leading up to my ear. "Fuck me."