Thankfully, the next two days William found rather uneventful other than the bustling preparations of the marriage. Grell spent the night before at Ronald's. And so William found himself the day of the wedding standing beside the altar of a little white church wondering for the millionth time if this was a good idea.

Grell paced in the dress dress applying her last bit of makeup. "Ronnie, I feel so nervous. Like, sick. Maybe I'm not ready. What if I vomit in the middle of our. vows?!"

"You've only been dating two months and you're already getting married and having babies. Aren't you two going too fast?"

"I do believe that that is true. But I've also been dreaming of this my whole life. I feel like we fell into this too quickly because of the baby."

"It's not too late to cancel if you're not up to it."

Grell shook her head placing her veil on her head. "He's already put so much into taking care of me. I have to do the same back. I will make a good wife even if it kills me."

"Be careful you don't kill your marriage rushing into it before you're ready. You don't want to wait until the baby is born at least?

"I don't know if that would be a good idea. I mean we've known each other for nearly a handful of centuries. I just feel that if the baby is born and it's not his he'll leave me right away."

"Then why get married if he's going to do that?"

"I said might. I'm just scared... Let's not talk about this anymore. Help me make sure I look good."

"Fine. It's your funeral. If you want to make bad, hasty decisions, who am I to stop you."

"Ronald stop! I already feel like you know shit right now. I'm going to have a meltdown if we keep talking about it. I need you, as my bridesmaid, to try and calm me down."

"But I think it's a bad idea! You want me to lie to you?!"

"Yes! You do it all the time with the secretaries. You told Samantha that she look good in plaid when really it made her hips look fat."

"That's different! You're my best friend. I ain't trying to get in bed with you."

"Lie to me Ronald." she said placing her hands on his shoulders. "Tell me I look amazing and everything's going to be okay."

"You look amazing and I hope everything is going to be okay."

"Thank you." She picked up her bouquet adjusting herself. "Let's go."

"Oh!" Exclaimed Ronald, the thought coming to him. "Who's giving you away?"

"We'll see in a bit. He never said if he chose Eric or Pops as his best man. The other is to walk me down."

"What do you mean he never said? Kind of last minute, don't you think?"

"More like it's a surprise." She hooked their arms walking out into the hall. "You look so handsome Ronnie ~."

They walked out where Eric was waiting for them. Eric offered Grell his arm. Grell giggled taking it. "How do I look darling? The prettiest bride you've ever seen?"

"You look good, Red. Forgive me if I don't think you're the prettiest."

"Right..." She took a deep breath releasing a deep sigh.

"After all, It's not you my world revolves around, " he said, thinking of Alan.

"Oh, right Alan. He'd make a cute bride ~"

Pops and Ronald started down the aisle together. "This is so strange," Pops muttered to Ronald.

"You weren't the one dealing with a pregnant woman who kept making me do facials and nails. together."

William was joined at the front by the two. Then the few invited stood and turned for the bride. "Oi, hold a second," whispered Eric. "I forgot ma shotgun."

She smacked his arm playfully. "Eric!"

Eric leaned close and whispered. "Does William know that you and I once...you know."

"I don't ask about his past lovers and he doesn't ask about mine...unless it's Éméline. If I need you with a bag by the river can I count on you?"

"A bag by the river?"

"Nevermind. Now, give me away Eric dear."

Eric marched her up front and handed her over to William. William's palms were sweaty as he took his lovers hands.

She smiled finding his nervousness adorable. "Hello again darling~"

"A red wedding dress?" he remarked, though he knew he shouldn't be surprised.

"It's red and white." She clutched his hands squeezing them. "You ready?"

"Are you. "

"More than I've ever been." she cooed.

Vows and rings exchanged, William leaned in, intending for a chaste kiss in front of the other reapers. Grell pulled him down giving him a tender kiss. The audience clapped and the couple were presented as Mr. and Mrs. William T. Spears. William led Grell up the aisle.

She stayed hooked to him leaning her head on his shoulder. "I love you."

"You do," he replied. "Are you ready to go?"

"I was expecting an, 'I love you too'. I'm ready darling."

"Toss your flowers and let's go then."

"William...okay." She turned giving her most convincing smile. "Someone better catch it!"

William didn't wait to see who, if anyone, caught it. He whisked Grell away to their honeymoon destination. Grell held on tightly beaming at the fact Alan caught them. "Where are we going Will?"

"Where are you hoping to go?"

"As long as I have you, I don't care."

"Well then, it's a secret."

"I do like surprises." She cuddled with him feeling a bit at ease.

They arrived in a fashionable time in Baden Baden. William has made arrangements for a fancy room he knew Grell would like. He wanted Grell to enjoy their stay even if he might not. "We don't have a very long stay. It was pulling teeth or worse to get this much time off to honeymoon for two reapers. Two reapers whose relationship everyone is at odds with."

She nodded slowly understanding the circumstance of their situation. As much as she wanted a glorious honeymoon that could have lasted a month, she knew better than to hope for such things. "Like I said my love. As long as I'm with you."

Alone in their room, William wrapped his arms around Grell, bringing his hands to rest on her belly. "I do care for you, you know that."

"I know. I also know how you can be when others see you give affection." She placed her hands on top of his relaxing in their moment. "Mrs. Spears... What a lovely thing."

"You may not be legally allowed to change it. We can appeal, but you know how they are."

"I'll still ride it out. I've never really been one to follow the rules anyway."

"I know," he replied, moving his hands down lower. He lifted up the taffeta and tulle, reaching down to her panties. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, feeling her panties grow moist.

She moaned leaning against him. "You're so bad Will~" She reached back, rubbing the front of his pants.

"I figured I would jump you before you jumped me."

Grell pushed him onto the bed, taking off her veil and his coat. "You're just full of surprises. I love it."

"Are you happy with the room and destination?"

"Of course. Germany is a beautiful place." She undid his waist coat and pants kneading through the material.

William let out a groan. "Ride me?" he asked.

"You know I will." She yanked his pants off stripping out of her dress.

"Yes, I do. Be careful though."

She climbed into his lap kissing him. "I know you won't let anything happen to me."

"Yes, but I know how stubborn and pigheaded you can be."

"Oh, stop it." She grabbed his dick pumping it. "You're just as stubborn."

"But not as reckless."

"So true." She pushed him in slowly letting out small whimpers.

William held her hips and bucked slowly. "You drive me crazy."

"In a good way I hope." She rocked her hips not holding her back on her moans.

"Perhaps. Grell..." he moaned. "You're not as tight as usual."

"Is that bad?"

"N..no." He grabbed her breasts and teased them.

Grell gasped, they'd become a bit more sensitive than before. She leaned a bit forward to give be better access.

"Do you like that?" he asked, running his thumbs over her nipples.

"Y-yes!" She moaned, moving a bit faster.

"Have they gotten larger?" he asked.

"Yeah. A little bit heavier."

He watched her bounce on his cock. William desired for her to go harder and faster, but he restrained himself.

She rolled her hips wanting the same. She wanted rough but, the baby made her bite her tongue.

"Grell..." he moaned.

"Oh William..." she whispered. "Go a little harder?."

"The baby," he responded.

"The baby can handle a little more pressure." She sat up kissing him

"We shouldn't risk it. We don't know how delicate that deserter's work is."

She groaned, licking her lips. "We can try a little different way of getting rougher..." Her nails ran along his shoulders with some pressure. "I know you can be rough William."

"Ah! Grell! No!" He cried in pain.

She stopped holding his arms. "I'm sorry Will. I didn't want to hurt you. *

"What is wrong with you, Sutcliff?" he practically shouted, the mood killed for him.

"I'm sorry William." She got up moving towards the bathroom. She wet a rag in cold water coming back. "I'm so, so sorry."

He took the cloth from her and put to his shoulder. "There isn't a first aid kit, is there?" he asked.

"I didn't break the skin." She opened her make-up box pulling out a first aid kit. "I come prepared."

"It feels like it." He took the kit and went into the bathroom to tend to it.

She groaned flopping onto the bed. She felt awful staring at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry William!"

William came back out, after tending the wound. He went to his suitcase and put on his pajamas. Grell knew she ruined their evening getting off the bed grunting. "I'm gonna take a shower."

William debated about telling her there was no shower, just a bath, but she would figure it out and he wasn't speaking to her at the moment.

She groaned finding just the bath. She let it fill up going back to her bags getting some things. "I'm going to take a bubble bath."

"Don't make it too hot," William forced out.

"I won't..." She shut and locked the door out of instinct pour the rose smelling liquid in. She got in relaxing a bit with her mind still going.

Once William cooled off, he went to the bathroom door to let himself in to spend time with his wife, only to find the door locked. He knocked on the door. "Grell?"

"Yes Will?"

"The door is locked."

"Oh crap. I didn't mean to. Give me a moment and I'll let you in." She got out slowly making her way to the door. She unlocked it seeing his face.

He entered the room, going to the sink and brushing his teeth. Grell got back into the tub, deep enough to cover her body. William undressed once again and got in the tub with her.

"I thought you were going to bed?" She moved closer to him.

"I was, but I decided to join you."

She cuddled up with him staring at his shoulders. "Do they hurt a lot?"

"No. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you're into that kind of play, but I'm not."

"I should've known better. I'm sorry." She held his waist stroking his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Perhaps later we can resume what we were doing."

"Perhaps... I'll be more tame." She kissed his chest, adjusting herself to have her access.

"Really? In the tub?"

"Is that a problem?" she said continuing to kiss along his chest.

"Is that proper?"

"Does it matter if it is?" She moved her hand under the water touching his thigh. "Do you not want to?"

He grabbed her hand and put it to his cock. "That answer your question?"

She gripped it, pumping it slowly. "You're worse than you appear. You're so naughty."

"You're delusional."

"Am I?" She straddled him kissing his chest. "I think you're a bit delusional."

"How am I delusional?"

"You think you're so controlled and collected but, I know you got a bad side you won't admit." She tilted his sucking on his neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about. "

Grell nipped it gently to not bruise, let alone cut him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"What are you talking about then?"

"You can be forcefully sexy in bed. I know you just need a little push."

"You'd go wild otherwise."

"I like a little pain." She reached between them pumping him again. "You don't have to."

He pulled her onto his lap and sank her onto his cock. "If you must, you can tug my hair a little, but not too hard."

"Funny, I was about to say the same." She held still, waiting for him to adjust

He rolled his hips, pushing up into her. William hesitated saying it, but he knew she needed reassurance. Not that he didn't, but it was just something he found hard to say aloud. "I love you," he said softly.

She looked at William feeling her heart flutter. "I love you too."

"Grell," he moaned softly.

She held onto the tub moving slowly. The marks on his shoulders a bad reminder to keep her touch gentle. He held onto her tightly. His fingers entwined in her hair, tugging slightly as he pushed a little harder.

She groaned lovingly his slight roughness. "Oh William," she moaned wanting more.

William put his lips to her neck where he kissed and sucked, leaving marks. "You are legally mine now. No other can have you."

"Same goes for you." She moaned rocking her hips a little faster

"As if I would ever," he replied aggressively.

"I know you won't." She kissed his lips tugging at his hair slightly. "You're just as territorial as I am."

"You're also way more flirtatious and lascivious."

"I like being friendly. But, for you? I'll never leave or try to ever stray."

"Not even for that vermin you fawn over?"

She slammed down a bit rougher shaking her head. "Never."

"Promise me."

"I promise." She made their eyes meet kissing the top of his head. "I promise with all I have."

"I'll hold you to it. I'll divorce you in an instant if you do."

"I'd rather you take me out with my own scythe."

"That would be too merciful." He quickened his speed, grunting until he came within her.

She followed him in release caressing his face. "I love you so much. I never want to lose you."

"Me neither. Which is perhaps one reason I'm so hard on you."

"I understand." She kissed his cheek hugging onto him

"Let's get cleaned up and get ready for bed, alright?"

"Sounds good. We can cuddle, if you'd like?"

"I suppose." She giggled nuzzling into his neck.

"Honestly."

She got up helping him out of the tub.

"I should be helping you," he said.

"Nonsense. I'm not that pregnant, yet."

"You're still pregnant though."

She grabbed the towels, drying them off. "What do you have planned for us tomorrow?"

"Just relaxing and spending time together, " he answered stiffly, as if the idea of relaxing was foreign to him.

"I will as we see the sights together. Making our way through romantic dinners ~"

"Whatever you desire...within reason."

"Let's do that? Let's go sightseeing tomorrow?" She grabbed their bedclothes handing them off. "End the night with a romantic dinner?"

"If that's what you want."

"What about what you want? It takes two to tango darling." She held his hand walking to their bed.

"You know how restless I am when I'm not at work," he replied. "I don't know what to do with myself in my down time."

"Well, what made you want to come to Baden Baden?"

"You wanted to last time we were here," he replied.

"I did say that, didn't I?" She got into bed patting on his side for him to join her. "We need to find some things you'll want to do too."

"Do they have pigeons here?"

"Yes. And large public areas with massive amounts of them."

William made a face. "Public."

"Or we can look for a cosy little park?" She cuddled with him covering them up.

"Honestly, I don't think I'd mind if we spent the whole honeymoon in here."

Grell yawned stroking his chest. "We can spend some time in small places. I want you to be happy."

"But if you aren't happy, I won't hear the end of it," he teased.

"I'll be happy if we have romantic moments too."

"Would you?"

"I would be." She laced their hands, sighing. "All I want is us to be happy and spend as much time as we can together."

"We won't have any when the baby comes." he stifled a yawn and rested his head back.

"We will, just not a lot." She nuzzled close to him having her eyes grow heavy.

"I suppose," answered William as he nodded off.

They both fell asleep with the exhausted nature of their wedding day.

Grell dragged William through the nearest park. Hardly anyone there so early in the day. William followed along, a bag of crumbs in his pocket for the birds. "Grell, slow down."

She took a seat next to him looking at the scenery around them. "It's beautiful, right?"

"It is."

The familiar coo came around them with birds fluttering in the air. William immediately made himself at home among the birds. She sat back against the bench seeing how happy he was. The heavy honks of geese caught her ear. William took the bag of crumbs out of his pocket and was feeding the pigeons. He was soon swarmed with them, some taking up residence on his shoulders.

Grell took some of the crumbs spotting the geese. She tossed some of them as they surrounded her. She smiled kind of getting a sense of how William felt. One of the geese came to Grell wanting it's own handful of crumbs biting her rear. She jumped up moving away. "You little shit!"

William looked over at the noise. "Grell, don't antagonize the geese," he called out to her.

"I didn't! I was feeding them." She rubbed her rearing going back to William's side.

"Geese bite," he replied. "They're very aggressive."

"Now you tell me." She groaned sitting next to him. "I didn't think their teeth would be that sharp."

"Yes. Honestly I did not notice until you squawked."

"Me, squawking?! I'm hurt William."

"I'll kiss it later if it will make you feel better."

"That be nice...and sexy of you."

"I just thought you would like it. And the thought would improve your mood."

"It made me feel a bit better." She leaned on his arm seeing the flock of birds. "They really like you."

"You have to know how to treat them," he answered.

"I suppose so." She placed her hands on her stomach sighing. "I really hope the baby doesn't mind the birds."

He hand joined hers, imagining what her belly would look like at nine months. "If he's my son, he'll have a healthy appreciation of them."

"Yeah..." She squeezed his hand not wanting to think about possible fathers. She just wanted him to be there. "Names. We should think of names."

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, leading her to a bench.

"I was thinking for a girl, Fleur or Scarlet."

"A little exotic, don't you think? And for a boy?"

"I don't think that they're exotic at all. I think they're beautiful names. As for a boy, I was thinking James or Troy. "

"James perhaps. A good, solid, strong name. What about Evangeline?"

"That's a cute name. What about James Troy! Then, he'll have a T. Spears in his name too." she cooed.

"No. That doesn't sound like a good name. What about Fitzgerald?"

"What? No. It sounds like an old man's name." she teased. "I still say James is a good first name."

"It was a perfectly acceptable name in our time. James is a good name."

"We'll have to find a middle name. What about a girl's name you like?"

"I've suggested Evangeline. What about James Fitzgerald?"

"Evangeline is cute. I'm not very fond of Fitzgerald. What about William as a middle name?"

"Why William?"

"He'll have a little something to push him forward. He'll be ready to follow your footsteps...hopefully."

"I will not be the same man my father was. I do not wish him to follow in my footsteps. You see where mine led me."

"Are you saying you hate marrying me that much?!" she teased in a way to mask the actual definition.

"I am neither saying nor implying such a thing!" he said hotly. "I did the asking, you forget."

"I know darling." She laced their fingers sighing heavily. "I love and adore you."

"You really love me that much?"

"Of course! Do you think I've been feeding you porkies all these years?"

"Not now. Of course I did before we...But you know I had reasons to believe that."

"Because everyone says I'm the office pass around?" She furrowed her brow knowing very well what was said about her.

"You perpetuated a lot of that yourself. With flirtings and your gossip. It was hard to think other."

"Flirting and actually doing make a massive difference." She took a deep breath cuddling with him. "I just like to be affectionate is all."

"I straight up heard you ask others to bed. And don't forget the possible evidence of your willingness to jump into bed with those you find attractive is growing in you right now."

"No. Sure I've asked being alone. I've hardly gotten a yes, let alone, be asked to do such things. Single, I could do whatever I wanted. Married, you're the only person I expect to want me. I'm more loyal than people think."

"I only have one partner. I'll hold you to the same standards."

"I know." She kissed his cheek leaving a small print on it. "I only want you."

William wiped off the lipstick and stood up. "We have things to do. After all, we leave tomorrow."

"Sadly." She got up holding his hand as they walked. "What do we do next darling?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Eat. We did skip breakfast." She looked around them for the nearest place.

"We did, didn't we? Well it was your fault."

"How was it my fault? A lady should always look her best going out in public." Her stomach growled loudly making her blush. "You didn't hear that."

"You took forever getting dressed and then dragged me out here before going to eat. Let's go eat."

"Let's." They found their way to a cute little restaurant with the smell of fresh bread filled the air. William ordered a milchbrötchen and asked Grell what he wanted. Grell stared over the menu again, not very good with her German. "Um... I think I'll...can I have a few more minutes?"

"You would like the mohnkuchen," he said before ordering her one. He soon handed her the poppy seed cake.

She smiled taking it willingly. "Thank you darling."

"You really should brush up in your foreign languages, you know."

"I should. The heavier I get, the more time I'll have." She took a small bite groaning. "I'm craving coffee so bad."

"How about we get you something coffee flavored later instead?"

"That would be lovely. You know me to well darling~"

"Perhaps we can find a place that sells Tiramisu."

She frowned wishing for the dessert. "It has brandy in it love."

"Not all versions, I believe."

"Most of the the good ones do. We'll look for one with just the espresso." She held his hand in hers.

"Cuthbert."

"What do you mean darling?"

"For a name, if it's a boy."

"It's cute. James Cuthbert..." She looked at him thinking of a possible miniature version of her husband.

"I was thinking as a first name, but I suppose that works as well."

"I think both names are fine."

"James Cuthbert it is." He finished his milk roll and waited on Grell to finish her cake.

She finished up the cake, washing it down with the tea given. "Are you okay darling?"

"I am fine. Why do you ask?"

"You aren't relaxed in crowded places. "

"It isn't too crowded here," he replied, offering his arm.

She gladly accept the offer hooking their arms. "Where to next?"

"You tell me."

"A museum or a romantic place for us to enjoy?"

"A museum perhaps then, so that you are not off put by my non romantic nature."

"I've gotten used to it over the years." she teased.

"Why you find my incompetence alluring, I'm sure I'll never know."

"It's not incompetence. I like how much you're not like me. Yet, we have a common ground."

"What is this common ground you speak of?"

"We're both perfectionists in our own right."

"How are you a perfectionist?"

"Do you really think I come looking this good? Waxing, perfume, nails, hair; it's all a juggling act." She puffed up a bit feeling insulted. "It takes time and effort. Let alone how good I am at my job."

William coughed and looked away, pretending to look at the scenery.

"Are you saying that all of my hard work is for nothing?!"

"I didn't say anything," he replied.

"You're laughing at me...is it what I said about the work thing?" She poked his side getting more upset. "

"I'm not laughing at you," William answered, getting a little cross as well, "And stop poking me."

"Tell me what you're really thinking?" She placed her hands on her hips.

"I'm thinking you need to calm down before you hurt the baby."

She groaned, hating to admit defeat. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just feel so bad about everything. I can't be pregnant and sexy."

"I still find you very attractive and I'm the only one you need to please."

"I also like to feel sexy for myself. It helps my confidence." She held onto his arm seeing a couple of people checking him out. "I wish my scythe were here."

"Like you need anymore encouragement."

The two spent the rest of the day wandering about their location before going back to their hotel to get dressed to go out for dinner.

She hid in the bathroom adjusting into the gown she has chosen. "Are you wearing something special darling?"

"Just my usual suit."

She took a deep breath cracking opening the door. "Close your eyes."

"Why do I need to close my eyes? I've seen you before."

"Close your eyes, William!"

"Fine," he sighed, closing his eyes. "Honestly."

She came out slowly watching his face. She had on one of the most conservative dress she dared to wear. A long sleeve black dress that made her look more elegant. Her hair tied up in a bun and no chains hanging from her spectacles. The only makeup she had was mascara and a dark nude lipstick. "Okay...open your eyes."

William opened his eyes and looked at her. He was somewhat taken aback by her change. "You..you look different."

"I thought I should look the part of Mrs. Spears. Do you like it?" she said giving a small twirl.

William didn't know what to think apart from, "It's...different," he said. He wasn't used to seeing Grell in such a manner.

She held his hand, still nervous about her appearance. "Different, good?"

"I don't know. Just different. You aren't wearing a corset, are you?" he asked, concerned for the baby.

"Oh, no. Not in this dress. I had to make sure it fit with room for the little one." She placed his hand on her belly.

"What if ...what if the child isn't mine?"

"I- I don't know. I want this to be yours so bad. Will you care for it regardless?"

"I..I want to say, 'yes', but there will always be this nagging question. I've had it since day one. "

"What is it?" Her breathing stopped moving away. Her own fears bouncing through her mind.

"Whose child it is and the minimal likelihood that it is mine. I did mostly cum in the rubber."

"So...so you won't stay with me..." She moved backwards wanting to disappear. "You're going to divorce me and me give to Undertaker to keep experimenting on..." She reached for the door beginning to hyperventilate.

"Don't be an idiot," he snapped. "I said my vows. I'll stick to them. Even if I were to divorce you, why would I give you over to that madman? Especially when we're so short handed? I simply meant that I don't know if I could treat the child as my own."

"Well, thank goodness we're so short handed!" she replied sarcastically. "Here I thought it was out of love or something. If you figured everything out like this, why marry me at all? I was hoping you would take the child in no matter what."

"That wasn't what I meant and you know it. As for the child, I said 'I don't know '. I'm trying to voice my feelings, my fears, how I am trying to cope with this situation but you're being irrational and over dramatic." He moved past her, going out the door. "Perhaps we should get divorced," he muttered as he slammed it shut behind him.