It's been a little over a month since Allen and Lenalee had their "mission." It was actually a secret gate away for them to spend time together without Komui breathing down their necks.

Lenalee came into the cafeteria and sat down next to Allen. Her complexion was pale, and she was worried. "Allen... I don't feel well..."

"What's wrong?" Allen asked. "Do you have a cold?" He felt Lenalee's forehead.

"I don't think it's a cold..." When Allen didn't seem to quite catch on, she added, "I'm a few days late, too."

"Late for what?" Allen asked, still lost.

Lenalee gave him a cold look. "Allen... A month ago, we had our little mission." She stressed the word. "I'm late for what girls get monthly, which means..." she wanted him to figure it out. He couldn't be that stupid, could he?

"Still nothing," Allen said with a shrug.

"Didn't you get that talk?"

"What talk?"

Lenalee slapped her forehead. She leaned over, looking him straight in the eye, and said quietly, "I think I'm pregnant."

It took a few minutes for it to sink in. Then, "WHAT?!"

The entire cafeteria turned to look at them. Lenalee waved for Allen to sit down and be quieter. "Calm down, I'm not sure yet. It's just a possibility. I'm going to the nurse to find out. Hopefully, Komui won't find out the reason." She glanced around to make sure her brother wasn't around. He had a nasty habit of showing up out of nowhere at the worst of times.

Allen sat down in shock with a thunk. "You really think you're..." he couldn't finish the sentence.

Shakily, Lenalee stood up and covered her mouth. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to bed."

"Let me help you!" Allen said, jumping up and putting an arm around her. He started leading Lenalee to her room.

"Allen, I can do it myself..." she groaned.

"But what if you fall and hurt yourself or the baby?" He asked it quietly just to make sure no one could overhear.

"I'm not showing yet. There's no way to hurt the baby if I even am pregnant unless I take a leap out of General Cross's book and chug a bottle of rum."

"Well, I never got whatever talk you were talking about before, so I think I'm doing pretty good."

Lavi popped out of nowhere, as always. "What talk you talkin' about, Allen?" he asked. He then nudged in the ribs with his elbow. "You didn't get Lenalee pregnant, did you?"

Lenalee choked. "I think I'm gonna puke," she said weakly. She ran into the nearest girls' bathroom.

Lavi stared a minute at the door as they heard retching sounds. "I was just kidding, you know." He glanced at Allen, who was just as pale as Lenalee had been. "You gonna get sick too?"

He wanted to tell Lavi the truth, but he knew that the future Bookman would spread it all over the Order. So, he settled with, "I don't know..."

Lenalee came out of the bathroom with a handkerchief over her mouth. "I'm going to bed and not getting up ever again..." She tried to keep walking, but her legs were shaking.

Allen scooped her up to carry her. It didn't take long to reach her room. Lenalee was already half-asleep when he laid her down on the bed. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm fine," was Lenalee's half-hearted response.

"I'll be back," Allen said, kissing her forehead. She felt feverish.

Lenalee heard him leave and come back with some water and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. She sat up and accepted the tray. She smiled when she saw the flower in a little vase and a 'Get Well Soon' card.

"I wish they wouldn't crack so many jokes," Allen muttered.

"What jokes?"

"I had to suffer through at least ten 'knock up' jokes when I went to get this for you." Allen hung his head in embarrassment. "I swear they know already."

Lenalee laughed. "I might not be pregnant," she pointed out. She sniffed the flower and felt queasy again. "On the other hand, I could be..." She was running through a mental list of all the signs.

Nausea, check. Mood swings, sadly, check. Late, check. Sensitive to smells, double check. She sighed. All the signs definitely were there. Komui was going to murder Allen.

"Do I have to tell Komui about this?" Lenalee asked.

"I'm sure as hell not gonna tell him. If I did, I'd be walking funny for weeks, my voice might permanently be an octave higher, and there'd be no chance of this happening ever again."

"All I have to do is smile, and he'll forgive you," Lenalee pointed out. She sipped her water. "Let's make sure before we tell him anything."

"There's only one good thing about all this, and that's the timing. We're going to get married in three weeks," Allen mumbled. "If you really are... you know... we won't have to really worry after that."

Lavi grinned from the corner of the room. "Wow, you really did knock her up."

Lenalee finished her soup and threw the bowl, hitting Lavi in the face. "One more wisecrack from you, and I swear you're..." she stopped. "Boys, out. Now." She gave both of them a get-out-of-here-now-or-else look, only to discover Allen was looking a little green.

The boys did as they were told and were soon joined by Lenalee. "Well, turns out I'm not pregnant," she said with a smile. She still seemed a little pale, but she felt a lot better now that she didn't have to worry about that.

Meanwhile, Allen was holding onto the wall for support. "I don't feel well..." he muttered. He threw up in front of them, splattering Lavi's boots—Lenalee had been quick enough to jump back.

Lavi hit his hand with the heel of his fist. "I get it! It's the flu! I shoulda known, since it's been goin' around! I had it last week after the party, after all."

"I'm going to kill you, Lavi. Why didn't you say something earlier?" Lenalee closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead.