Author Commentary: A ball thrown by the Queen—in honor of Ciel and Soma's pregnancies and soon to be children—goes to hell. Both the boys are eight months along. This takes place the evening before "Chapter 19" of He Is Only Seventeen.

Rating: T

Warnings: Mpreg, yaoi/shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji.

A ball was being thrown at the Phantomhive manor, in honor of the impending Michaelis and Sanyal children.

Sanjay—Soma's twenty-nine year old brother—was pissed with Agni for impregnating his brother. "If I would have known that the two of you were more than just friends, I would have busted your a-"

Soma shoved his brother playfully. "Don't be so rude to the father of your nephew!"

Agni gave Soma a strange look. "Who said it was a boy?"

"Why, meee, silly!" Soma laughed.

Ciel—with Sebastian close by—waddled over to the little Bengali get-together.

"Is all going well?" Ciel asked.

Sanjay nodded. "For the most part, yes."

"Very good." Ciel squirmed slightly, because of the pains in his back.

Without anyone noticing, Agni had disappeared. The manservant then brought back a beautiful blonde-haired, English lady.

"Sanjay, this is Baroness Rachel Elizabeth Dare." Agni gestured toward the blonde woman. "And this, Miss Dare, is Prince Sanjay Asman Kadar."

"Pleasure to meet you, Prince Kadar." Rachel shook Sanjay's hand.

Sanjay went moony-eyed. "Please... call me Sanjay."

Rachel giggled. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Sanjay nodded. The two then took off to the dance floor.

"Does anyone else smell Bengali-English babies?" Soma asked, smiling broadly.

"As long as they are illegitimate, then yes." Agni's statement caused everyone in an earshot to laugh.

Sebastian and Ciel both took off to greet all that had attended the "baby shower" of sorts.

Carlo Giovanni—an Italian opera singer—was most curious about how the pregnancy of little Ciel Phantomhive had happened.

"In all my studies of the human anatomy," The twenty-six year old Italian began. "Have I never found a report of a man—let alone a thirteen year old boy—becoming pregnant."

Both the butler and earl looked at each other and shrugged. "We are not even sure."

The Italian—whom Ciel adored—continued conversing with the soon-to-be parents.

After the guests had went their separate ways, to do whatever they wish (no one—excluding Soma and Ciel—had decided to go to bed), Sebastian and Agni began cleaning up the messes left behind.

Agni wiped some sweat from his forehead. "Quite exhausting."

Sebastian nodded. "Quite."

"You should go up to your lover, Mister Sebastian," Agni suggested. "He has problems sleeping without you next to him." The manservant covered his mouth. "He told me not to say such things!"

Sebastian put his hand on Agni's shoulder. "I heard nothing."

"Go up to your room."

Sebastian gave into his friend's demand. As the demon butler retired to his bedroom, he felt that something—something big—was about to go wrong.