A/N: This was another one of those things from an angst meme that didn't get very angsty at all. I would apologize but I'm not sorry.

Prompt: SoMa, "What happened doesn't change anything", from kouruimurasaki.

Rating is K+.

Maka stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, hands trembling slightly. The two little blue lines were all she could see, a testament to her fuck-up.

Oh god. Now what?

The obvious answer was to call Soul and ask him to come home so she could speak to him. There was no way she was keeping this from him, she loved him too much and he had a right to know really

Her heart stuttered in her chest at the thought. Would he mad? Disappointed? Scared? Would he bolt like so many other men his age would?

She almost laughed at herself. As if he would do that. He was far to devoted to her (far more than he really should be) to ever abandon her in such a predicament. Besides, he would probably love the idea of being a father, he was so caring and kind and loving, he was practically built to be one.

A little laugh bubbled in her throat. It wasn't like this was a necessarily bad thing. She wasn't a teenager like her mother, didn't have to worry about Soul straying as her father did, their forthcoming nuptials weren't because of a baby but because they were in love. The thought of their wedding made her heart stutter again.

Oh Death, the ceremony was planned on being in seven months time. She'd be huge by then! Maybe her wedding pictures would be like her parents', belly swollen and disapproving parents abound. She bit her lip.

Would it be worth calling Soul now? Or should she wait for the work day to be finished? It was her day off (blessed, blessed school field trip she was not a part of) but Soul still had to hang around the Death Room and finish some paper work.

She took a deep breath. She was Maka Albarn for at least another seven months and she was courageous and strong. She could deal with a day away from her fiancé, had been doing so intermittently for the past year. She'd be fine. She could totally handle it.

OK, so maybe by the time Soul came home she was a jittery mess. She had been in their room, putting away some laundry when she heard the door open and felt his soul enter the apartment. She froze for a moment, before regaining motor functions and deliberately folding a t-shirt as slowly as she could, answering his call of "I'm home!" with a simple "Welcome back!" in the steadiest voice she could muster. She clenched her hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

It wasn't like this was devastating news or anything. It was undoubtedly life changing, but not necessarily in a negative way. If everything could be worked it, it would only make them very happy.

Maka took a deep breath and left their room to seek out her soul mate. He was in the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge, tie hanging loose around his neck.

He looked up as she entered and grinned. "Hey."

"Hey," she echoed back, watching in amusement as he shifted a finger and used his blade to pop the lid.

"Want one?" he asked, holding up his bottle to indicate what he meant.

She shook her head. "No, I'm alright."

He grinned and took a swig before opening his arms for her. Once she was pressed against his chest with her arms thrown around his neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to give her a kiss.

"Hmm, have a good day?" she hummed between kisses.

"I hate paper work," he said simply. He added teasingly, "How your day off?"

The pregnancy test that still sat on the bathroom countertop suddenly came to the forefront of her mind. In his arms it didn't seem so bad anymore. They were a team, they could get through this. Together.

"Full of chores," she said in answer to his question and pulled back a bit. "Soul?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go sit in the living room? I've got something to tell you."

He raised an eyebrow but unwound his arms so she could move, though he did grab hold of her hand. He put the beer on the coffee table when they sat on the couch, still holding her hand. She wanted to speak but in the short time it had taken them to get from the kitchen to the couch her courage had drained and she sat in silence, trying to find the words she needed.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, looking at her worriedly.

"Nothing-" she took a deep breath "-nothing's wrong. It's just, well, a big thing that will change a lot of things."

Soul was silent for a moment. Then he said quietly, looking away from her, "Do you not want to get married anymore?"

"No!" she exclaimed, grabbing both of his hands. "No, that's not it all. I still want to marry you, I really, really do. But the plans might get a bit messed up because of this."

"I...I don't think I understand."

She hesitantly met his eyes and bit her lip. "Well, my period was supposed to start a couple of days ago but it didn't. I thought it might have been late but I could stop thinking about it, so, um, earlier today I went to the pharmacy's and got a pregnancy test and itcameuppositive," she said in a rush, resisting the urge to look away from his eyes and at their intertwined hands.

He stared at her with wide eyes. "Y-you're pregnant?"

She nodded and felt her eyes tears up stupidly. She bit he lip again and stayed very still as his gaze travelled down her body to her abdomen, eyes unfocused as though he was staring through her. A smile started growing on his face.

"You're pregnant," he whispered in awe. Then he looked back up at her eyes sharply. "How? I thought you were on the pill."

"I am," she said and wiped her eyes with a sniffle and a little laugh as he grinned at her. "But I think I missed three days before starting the next packet, remember we had that mission in Cambodia? I must have ovulated during that time and gotten pregnant since I didn't take the morning-after pill."

He started laughing and wrapped his arms tight around her in a bear hug, pressing little kisses all over her face. She laughed a long with him, though a little more teary.

"I know this will change a lot of things," she said, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to hold him close. "I'm not sure what to do about the wedding, we've been planning it for a while now and I-"

"What happened doesn't change anything," he interrupted her, nuzzling his nose against her temple. "Well, it does, but we can just move the date forward or push it back until after the baby is born. I don't care which and I know most people won't care either." He pulled back suddenly and grinned at her. "We could go get married now and just have the big party you wanted another time for all I care. Oh Death, Maka, I love you so much."

She choked on a sob as she smiled brightly. "I love you too."

He kissed each tear that fell all the while chanting, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

She grabbed his face and pulled him close so she could kiss him on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling a hand in his hair as the kiss deepened.

They eventually broke apart but kept each other close so they could press their foreheads together. She could feel his soul thrumming with joy against her and she grinned.

They totally had this.