A/N: WARNING. THE FOLLOWING CONTENTS IS RIDICULOUSLY SAPPY AND PAINFULLY FLUFFY. IF YOU CONTRACT DIABETES FROM THIS, I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THAT. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

You're causing your mother and I quite a bit of trouble, little one. And you're not even born yet. I can feel your little foot poking out of her stomach, kicking my hand. I'm guessing it's the waves on the boat making you so active. I'm just happy your mother's able to get some sleep and isn't profusely throwing up.

I'm worried for you. And for her. I just want her to survive this. I know what I'll have to do. Her immortality will come soon enough. Just please…Stay strong for me, my love.

And you, my darling daughter…Be good to your mother. After the young master, she's all I have anymore. With every day that passes, it's getting harder and harder to stay strong for her. But I have to…

And when you grow up into the beautiful young woman I know you will be, (because…let's face it. Your mother is absolutely gorgeous like her mother before her and I'm not exactly difficult to look at.) I want you to be strong, too. And smart. And graceful. And hopefully more of a lady than your mother was when we first met. And also, my sweet…never fall for a reaper. Or a hunter. Or heaven forbid, an angel. They can smell a cambion from a mile away.

But if anything else, you'll have to be brave. Your first trip to Hell won't exactly be easy. I'm terrified that some higher level demons will try to take you and your mother away from me. No need to fret, though. I would never allow such a thing. What kind of husband and father would I be? You're just a little girl in an unfortunate situation… But you're my little girl…

"Sebastian…" I heard a soft groan under me.

"Yes, my love," I took my ear off her stomach, "What is it?"

"Were you…" a little smirk crept across her face, "Were you just talking to the baby…?"

"Merely thinking out loud," I covered, "Did you need something?"

"You were, weren't you…?"

"No…"

"It's ok, love," she assured, "Like I told you, it likes the sound of your voice. The kicking is what actually woke me up."

"Alright," I caved, "I was talking to her."

"Sebastian…" Lumi deliriously poked at my face, "You were talking to my belly."

"Go back to sleep, my love," I insisted, "We'll be back to the manor soon enough."

"But we're on the boat, Bassy…"

"Don't call me that," I snapped, "Never call me that again."

"Oh…" she sniveled, "Ok…"

Oh, no…I may have just made a horrible mistake. The floodgates in her eyes broke open. I forgot about her hormonal imbalance making her moody…Immediately filled with remorse, I pulled her against my chest, "With the tears again, darling? I told you there's no need for that…"

"But you're upset with me," she wept, "I don't want you to be upset with me."

"I'm not upset with you," I soothed, "The reaper with the obsession with me called me that and it's never sat well. It's not your fault. You didn't know."

I looked down at the little princesses asleep in my arms. Oh, Lumi, Lumi, Lumi…You keep me young, my love. And definitely on my toes. Especially now. You and your hormones. I guess that's to be expected, though. I'll take it. If it means the three of us for eternity, it's worth it.

And may God and Lucifer both have mercy on anyone who tries to stand in our daughter's way. Between my craftiness and your mother's tenacity, my dear, no one will be able to stop you. And that's just what you inherit from us. Who knows what kind of power you will possess. However, do go easy on her these next few months. They're not going to be a picnic for her. And when she's miserable, she tends to transfer her anguishes to me. She doesn't realize it, but she does.

Once you're born, little one…We should probably give you a name. Your mother should probably be awake for that. Or know you're a girl. So many, but only one would be perfect. For you. Let's see. So many names from the native vernacular, but your mother isn't a demon. Maybe you should have a more English sounding name…A few I've bounced around in my thoughts, but I'm sure we'll find something that suits you so perfectly.

But once you're born…Hell may rise. The regime may fall altogether. You may take over. Or…If we're all very, very lucky, you'll never reach your full power. That could be catastrophic. Cataclysmic even. You, my darling daughter, could bring the apocalypse down on us all. Granted, I wouldn't mind. The three of us would be perfectly safe in Hell. But then again, there's a few people that would break your mother's heart if she lost them like that. And the young lord doesn't deserve to go out that way.

I ran my hand over your mother's stomach, feeling you push back at me. Soon, my dear. Very soon.

A/N: Aaaaand scene…I had a thought while lying in bed one night. What would Sebastian say to his unborn child (Congratulations, by the way! It's a girl!) if he could? Or would he even talk to the baby at all? Especially after what happened in the last chapter. I have a feeling, though…This is how it would go…Apologies for the extreme fluff. And a quick pity post to my child. Hope you're feeling better, bb. xx