There was nothing that could spoil Magenta's mood. She was elated with happiness. She was pregnant! Blessed with the gift of a child. A warm spot bloomed in her stomach and she put her hand over it briefly. The human phrase was "butterflies in your stomach" and she supposed it was as fitting as any phrase. It was adequate to describe what she was feeling.

She was also pleased with how Riff Raff was dealing with the Majors'. She knew that he was bonding with their child and was learning from them. It made her gleeful to think that soon her darling brother would be cradling their own baby in his arms.

The tedious work of making the skin ointment for baby Frankie left Magenta's mind to wander. She imagined their baby to look more like Riff Raff but have her hair. Soon she was lost in a daydream. Her and Riff Raff visiting Brad and Janet as their children played in the yard. It was silly, but Magenta didn't care too much about that.

"Mageeentaaa," A whining voice interrupted her nice thoughts. It was Frank-N-Furter. He draped himself across an empty work table. He looked up at her with wide, heavily painted eyes. "I'm so booored."

Cursing internally, Magenta didn't bother to even look at him. "Then find something to do," she said, voice dripping, "I don't have time for you today."

"When's Riff Raff getting back?" He purred, twisting onto his back and kicking out his legs to admire his new shoes.

"As soon as possible," Magenta gritted her teeth and spun to face him. "Frank, please, I have work to do."

Frank-N-Furter sat up easily. He was unhurried and languid like a cat. His black curls bounced as he hopped down from the table and came to peer at what Magenta was working on. "Transexual baby ointment? Magenta, are you expecting?" His tone was merry but Magenta could not decide if it was genuine or not.

Knowing that Frank-N-Furter would not leave her alone until she answered and not wanting to reveal Brad and Janet's child, Magenta told him yes, she was expecting. This confirmation made the prince laugh jovially and clap his hands. "Magnificent!" He exclaimed. "We must celebrate when Riff Raff returns!"

"No," Magenta said firmly, "you know he hates you. We are staying low-key, alright." It was not a question, it was an order.

Frank-N-Furter pouted exaggeratedly by crossing his arms and pushing out his bottom lip as far as he could. He harrumphed and strutted away.

If Frank-N-Furter found out about the child he had fathered in Janet, he would not rest until he got to see it. It was better that he thought Magenta was only pregnant, even though it was the truth, rather than have him find out about Frankie Jr. The thought made her uncomfortable. She had the feeling that if Frank-N-Furter found out he had a biological child, he would try and take it from the Majors'.

Sighing to herself, she continued to work. She wished that Riff Raff was there. She missed her beloved brother terribly. Magenta contented herself knowing that he was doing the right thing down on Earth.