"Can I get you a drink, Maggey?" asked Maya.

"No thanks, I had a bottle of coke before I got here," Maggey replied, sitting down on the couch opposite Maya. "Your house is really lovely!" She looked around at the intricate Japanese characters painted on the walls and the faded scroll which hung above the doorway.

"Thanks!" said Maya, "There are so many Fey family heirlooms here, I have to be really careful all the time in case I break them!"

"Ha ha… I'd better not knock that scroll off the wall…" said Maggey, thinking back to her wedding day when the tapestry came tumbling down on half the guests.

"So, how's married life?" Maya asked.

"It's great! Our honeymoon was fantastic… although I would've liked to go abroad, but still. Camping is fun too!"

"Aww, I'm glad you and Detective Gumshoe had a nice time!"

"And what about you?" said Maggey, "How are things coming along with Phoenix?"

"Not too bad actually," said Maya with a smile, "He's out in the garden. I… think he's building a cot for the baby." At this she looked a little doubtful.

"A cot? Wow! Is he good at DIY?"

"I'm not sure… maybe we should go and check up on him…" Maya suggested. Maggey nodded and they stood up. Maya directed Maggey towards the large oriental garden out the back of Fey Manor.

Phoenix had laid out several planks of wood and a variety of woodwork tools across the lawn. There was a power cable trailing out from the house connecting to some kind of drill which he seemed to be waving about a lot. Pearl was stood a safe distance away, smiling happily as she watching Mister Nick putting together the cot which they'd designed together.

"Hey, Maya!" Phoenix said, turning off his drill as he noticed her approaching, "Oh, hi Maggey!"

"Hello Phoenix," said Maggey, "Maya said you were making a cot…" She looked down at the jumble of wood which he'd haphazardly screwed together and tried to look impressed, "It seems to be coming along well!"

"Yeah, it's been easier than I thought!" He showed Maggey a large sheet of paper on which Pearl had drawn a wonky cot, decorated with sequins and stickers. "It looks just how we planned it so far, don't you think?"

"Um… Nick… how does the baby get in to the cot?" Maya asked, raising her eyebrows at the mess on the lawn.

"You put it in there, of course!" said Phoenix, "Obviously it can't get in there by itself!"

"Yeah, but how do you put it in? It looks more like a cage than a cot!" Maya pointed out.

"Oh." Phoenix's face fell. "Huh. I guess it's not as good as I thought. Stupid cot." He sighed and kicked over a pot of screws.

"Hey, don't get so upset, Nick!" said Maya, "I'm supposed to be the stressed-out hormonal one, not you!"

"But Maya, I just wanted to make something for the baby, and it's all gone wrong!" he aimed a kick at the failed cot and ended up stubbing his toe.

"Well, I think it's wonderful!" said Pearl, "Don't give up, Mister Nick! You'll get there in the end!"

"You really think so?" said Phoenix, looking a bit happier. He turned to Maggey. "Do you think it will turn out OK?"

"Um…" she bit her lip, not wanting to disappoint him, "Er… yeah! Good job so far!"

Phoenix grinned and picked up his drill, "Ok, so I'll fix this up in no time! Just you wait and see, Maya!"

"Y-yeah!" she smiled weakly, wondering how he planned to 'fix up' the huge wreck he'd constructed, "Go Nick! Come on Maggey, let's go back inside…"

As they walked inside, Maya made a mental note to buy a proper cot sometime.

"So, how is Franziska?" Maya asked as they sat down in the spacious living area of Fey Manor.

Maggey sighed. "She still hates you. And Edgeworth. Actually she seems to hate me too, although I haven't done anything wrong!"

"I'm sure she'll get over it soon," said Maya, "I mean, me and Edgeworth hardly did anything wrong! And how long can she hold a grudge against us for?"

"Knowing Franziska von Karma, probably until the day you die."

"Good point." Maya wondered if there was any way she could get Franziska to forgive her for the whole lying-about-Franziska-being-pregnant issue. She couldn't think of anything.

"Oh, look at the time!" said Maggey after glancing at her watch, "I really need to get going, we're visiting Dick's grandparents this afternoon…"

"Ok, see you soon!"

Meanwhile, Franziska was sat alone in her office, tapping a pen on the desk in frustration. She kept staring at the phone.

Honestly, when was Miles Edgeworth going to call her? She was surprised that he hadn't come grovelling with a pathetic apology yet, but it would only be a matter of time.

There was a sharp knock on the office door.

"Come in," Franziska snapped. The door opened to reveal Miles Edgeworth himself carrying a stack of files.

"The chief prosecutor asked me to bring you these concerning you most recent case," said Edgeworth.

"Ah. I was expecting these. Put them away in there, I shall see to them later." She pointed to a polished mahogany filing cabinet. "Top drawer, place them on the left."

"Put them there yourself," said Edgeworth rudely. He threw the files down in the middle of her desk. How childishly he was behaving, thought Franziska.

"Hmph." She chose not to argue, as he seemed to be in a strange mood. "So, was there anything else you came here for?"

"No. Why else would I want to visit your office other than for work reasons, Franziska?" said Edgeworth, heading towards the door.

"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps you had something to say to me?"

"No. Nothing."

"Fine. You may leave."

"And so I shall," he said, gracefully swooping out of the office, closing the door a little too loudly behind him.

"Hm. Silly man," Franziska muttered to herself. Why on earth was he behaving like this? He ought to be down on his knees begging for forgiveness.

The day dragged by and still he offered no apology. Sat at home alone in her apartment. Franziska found herself actually missing him. She tried to push away these foolish feelings, but her hand kept twitching towards the phone…

"Miles Edgeworth speaking. Who is this?"

"It's Franziska. I was just wondering… why have you not yet tried to apologise for your foolish actions at the wedding?"

"You want to know why I haven't apologised? That's because it's just what you'd expect me to do, Franziska."

"What on earth do you mean, fool?"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" Edgeworth said, raising his voice, "You expect so much of me. I'm expected to let you constantly call me a fool and offend me. Yes, it's cute sometimes, but it's something I could really do without most of the time. And you expect me to never mess up, never to make a mistake, to do exactly what you ask of me – and when something goes wrong I'm supposed to come crawling back to you and let you gain the upper hand." He stopped for breath.

"What are you rambling about!" Franziska said, clutching the phone angrily.

"Look, I know I was stupid to believe what Wright said, but with Maya being pregnant it was difficult to know what to believe. And I agree I should have acted more rationally; but still, I refuse to apologise like an idiot and then let you boss me around. It's not worth it, not for a relationship which I'm not even allowed to tell anyone about."

"Oh, so that's why you're angry! It's because I want us to be kept a secret, isn't it?" Franziska growled.

"Well, wouldn't you be angry?" Edgeworth demanded, "Everything has to be so secretive all the time, we have to act a certain way in public, we have to meet in secret and nobody is allowed to find out or you get angry with me – and all to stop your father from finding out. He's in prison, for God's sake! What can he do to us? And you seem to be forgetting that this is the man who killed my father! Why on earth would I want to bother taking special precautions to keep a silly little secret from him?"

"Miles Edgeworth, calm down and – "

"No, I won't calm down. I've let you manipulate me for long enough, Franziska. It's over."

There was a dull bleep as he hung up the phone.

That night, Franziska von Karma cried herself to sleep.