Sheelos Fluff with Lemony Sprinkles

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Title: Spring Fools

Summary: Spring is the season for new life, and after a night's pleasure, Zelos finds he's in for more than he bargained for. Much, MUCH more...

A/N: An April Fools holiday ficcy! Just keep in mind this has nothing to do with the FS story line, these are totally separate from that tale.

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My voluptuous Wild Demonic Banshee is being awfully icy towards me this morning. After searching my recollection of the past couple days over and over, I can't seem to find anything I might've done to displease her. But all females can get pretty moody; hopefully this is just one of those times. Surely it'll pass within a couple hours at most.

Without a word, she heads upstairs. The creaky floorboard groans before a door shuts; definitely just one of those times.

She returns solemnly a couple moments later and sits down directly across from me. "Zelos," she starts coldly. "We need to talk."

"Okay," I say lightheartedly, then turn to Sebastian who's currently preparing breakfast. "Yo, Sebastian. I think you missed a spot in the den this morning, I think it's best if you leave and go fix it."

"But Master Zelos, the pancakes, they'll—"

"Not if you turn off the burner they won't." I answer curtly, then turn back to Sheena. "I'm all ears, babe."

She mumbles something like: "Good" and runs a hand through her raven hair, stopping mid-way so her hand covers part of her face. "Remember... three nights ago?" she starts, quite painfully, I might add.

"Do I ever!" I laugh, hoping my carefree demeanor might rub off on her. It has quite the opposite effect, "Um, Sheena... are you—"

"I'm fine." She responds too quickly. Though really, asking her that question anytime is a pretty pointless anytime of the year. It's a calm, peaceful day, "I'm fine," Or an arctic Flanoir night out in the cold, "I'm fine," She'll be laying in a expanding pool of her own blood as the life fades from her chocolate eyes, "I'm fine," Honestly, I can't really think of a situation where'd she answer differently. ...'Cept that last one, she'd probably think up some sarcastic remark instead—

"You did prepare for it like I'd asked you to, right?"

"Are you sure you're okay? You certainly don't look it, do you want to lie down or—"

"Did you or did you not?" She repeats irritably.

"Of course I did," I say, totally unprepared for her next statement.

"Then tell me why I'm carrying your kid!"

My first instinct is to laugh, but I'd like to keep my head, thank you very much. There's only one explanation for this: Springs Fools. I refuse to be fooled by this. "Right, right. 'Spring Fools'—I know. Besides, there's no way you could be serious."

She looks at me with a crestfallen gaze, on the brink of crying even. Oh Merciful Goddess, what have I done? "Zelos," she cries softly, "do I look like I'm joking? I have a fever of one-hundred-and-one and I feel like crap."

She puts her head down on the table as I rush to her side, "Oh, goddess, you are serious... I'm so sorry I doubted you, Sheena. I just... I'm sorry."

I feel so terrible, she's truly distraught about this. She'd told me a while back she wouldn't mind having a family someday, but I never thought 'someday' would come so soon... "Don't worry about it, alright? I won't run from this responsibility, I promise. Everything will be fine..." I whisper, trying to pacify her sobbing.

"I can't believe... I just can't believe I..." she continues to... wait a minute! Those aren't sobs, she's... laughing! "...I can't believe I fell in love with someone so gullible!"

"Wha-what? I stutter, utterly confused. "You're not... mad?"

She looks up at me and laughs even harder, "You're so priceless!" she manages between laughs. I, being totally lost, just stand back and wait for her to make the next move. She wipes a tear from her eye before standing up and kissing me softly. "But that's good to know, my Spring Fool."

I blink, "...So you're not expecting?"

She puts a hand on her hip, "I'm expecting you to laugh because this was all a joke and you just fell face-first for it!"

I force a nervous chuckle; she just throws her hands up in the air and walks out of the room, shaking her head in wonder. For a few moments more, I stand there, trying to fully comprehend what just happened. When I finally do, it hits me like a... well...

"Oh, you are so in for it next spring!"