A/N: Here's another update... I keep getting ahead of myself... I've written the ending and the first part of the sequel.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing.

"This is… a disaster… Sir, what are we going to do?" Seras sounded panicked and frightened. "They want you to have a baby? Are you going to have to get married? What will happen with us? What does Master think? Will he be mad? God, a baby!" The car filled with her worries, and it became stifling… for they were mine as well. I grow tired of this…

My braced right hand searched the air until I found her face, and I cupped her cheek in my hand. My left rose to her face as well, tracing the lines of her face and ending with her mouth. I pressed my gloved finger to her lips, cold even through the cloth. She closed her mouth and I smiled ever so slightly. "Quiet. Good." We stayed there, in that pose of lovers for a few seconds. Then I sighed, and let my hand fall onto the smooth leather seat.

"We'll talk when we get home, Seras. For now, relax. It's a nice drive, if I remember correctly." I withdrew my hand from her cheek. I haven't a bloody clue if it's a nice drive or not. I never noticed… I wasn't one for scenery.

"R-right."

Walter then began to talk; explaining the history of what I gathered to be a graveyard. We must be passing it by… I rubbed my temples, and pulled at the corner of my sewn lid by mistake. I wonder how hideous I must look. I shrugged it off. Not important.

What is important, I mused, is this agreement of the Queen's and mine. Five years from now, I will have a family… It didn't feel real. I couldn't wrap my mind around the concept. A family… that means a spouse. A husband. A human husband. I waited expectantly, but not sudden realization came upon me. Husband.

It hit that time.

I sighed and wrung my hands. I'm going to get married.

"Master… What will you do?" The question hung in the air, ringing in my ears. The feeling in the room was tense, like everything depended on my answer. In a way, it does.

I had been sitting peacefully in my office when they decided to join me. Seras had slipped in the door; Alucard had entered through some other means. At first the silence had been expectant, laced with some kind of urgency. They needed to know.

I didn't know myself. That was a decision I had been hoping to make a good couple of years from now. What will I do? I have become their Master and their Lover, after a fashion. Is it acceptable to be both? Do I want to be both?

Yes.

"I will not abandon you."

I heard Seras release a shaky sigh of relief. "I-I thought… you might leave us… tell us not to come near you like that again… oh God…." I heard her choke.

"Seras, I… I will not leave you. No point in sniveling about it. Shape up, now."

"Yes, Sir… Integra." A soft form enveloped me in its arms, and squeezed. I rested my cheek against a cold one, and sighed. The grip grew tighter, like steel, and I winced.

"Seras, please."

She giggled, and let go. "Sorry about that."

A chilled hand curled my own around itself, and soft lips pressed themselves to the back of my hand. "Thank you, Integra." It was his voice, velvety and deep. My hand was released, and I reached out, tentatively brushing cloth. I furrowed my brow, and kept my hand against the arm, I think it was. I don't know how to ask for this… I just don't want to be alone right now. The words formed in my mind, but I could not get them past my lips. Stay here…

The sleeve was withdrawn from my grasp, and the door shut.

I hoisted myself up onto the edge of my desk, and buried my face in my hands. I didn't do it. I let them go. I'm a coward. I shuddered, remembering the feel of bodies against mine. I need that comfort now. I'm going to have to have a baby, a husband… dear God… I trembled again, this time with revulsion.

"Don't cry, Integra…." Seras whispered, making me jump. She was close, and I hadn't even noticed, as absorbed in self-pitying as I was. A weight settled against my legs, and a hand pulled mine away from my face.

"She's not crying. Master never cries, Seras." Alucard was at my side again, on top of the desk. I leaned back a bit to discover that there was a support behind me, which I slowly identified as a limb. He was on my right, with one leg bent up behind me.

"Never?" Seras inquired, "Then what were you doing?"

"Just, thinking…" I sighed, and slumped over. Alucard caught me against his chest, and Seras wrapped around my dangling legs. "You didn't leave?"

"We would never leave you like this. You should know that, my Integra." Someone began to stroke my hair, and I grimaced.

"'Your' Integra? I believe it is I that owns you, Monster." I laughed, and it echoed off the huge office walls. I never understood why the office was so big; it seemed to me to be a waste of space. I'll have to- I mean; Walter will have to look it up for me. I frowned, and Seras made a noise of question. I shook my head and said, "It's nothing. I was just reflecting on something blindness has taken from me."

"What's that?" She was curious.

"Oh, I've always wondered who ordered the office to be built so large… It's such a waste… I would always tell myself I'd look it up sometime, but now I never will…" I smiled. "It's not like I'd have gotten around to it if I still had my sight. It simply wasn't important enough."

"Sir George Hellsing III." Alucard said, with glee.

"Would that be the third Hellsing, Master, or the third George?" Seras sounded confused.

Alucard and I replied at the same time, "George."

He continued, "George was a pompous bastard. He had this room filled with chairs and couches and friends, mostly women. I never liked him. He ignored me, or showed me off to his lady friends."

I gave a wry smile. "You must have loved that last one."

He grunted, "Hmph."

I smiled and Seras laughed, all thoughts of marriage and children gone for that moment.