Frida was having a bad day. Her daughter was having a fit and Manny was late from work. Manny opened the door, smoke rising from his singed hair. "Manny! What happened?" Frida asked, seeing him dizzied. "I was stopping Django and Zoe from stealing some endangered condor. Apparently it was some makeup date. Must've been, Django took every strike for Zoe!" Manny laughed, waving the smoke from his hair. Frida rocked their child in her arms, smiling at the medium-skinned, deep blue-haired infant. Then she remembered when she was pregnant and Manny took every hit for her.
"Manny, what if she's... well... Pregnant?" Frida inquired. "What? Zoe? Impossible! Django's undead! He can't possibly reproduce! Can he?" Manny wondered. "Sartana had a son, and Django's dad had Django, so why not?" Frida asked. Manny thought about it. Zoe did act more random in her mood than usual, going from her standard love/hate towards Manny and more in the homicidal, then crying, then being hyper, then back to homicidal. Frida acted the same way when she was pregnant with their daughter.
And then he smiled. Their daughter. Their daughter. The first Rivera to ever be a girl! A break in the family history. When they were children, Manny and Frida would have gagged at the idea of being married or having kids. But it happened. When they learned how children were conceived and born, they would have vomitted at the thought of having one together. After they began to date, they simply blushed. Then Manny proposed and the two had a large wedding, Frida swept off her feet in romance. Manny smiled once more.
"Why are you smiling?" Frida asked. She was answered by a kiss. She closed her eyes to enjoy it when the baby began to cry again. As Frida turned to pick up the baby, Manny noticed the bags under her eyes. He quickly grabbed the baby. "Frida, I'll spend some time with the baby. You should probably get some rest. If that's ok with y--" he was cut off by Frida quickly running to the bedroom and burying herself in her sheets. "--ou..." Manny finished.
Frida didn't expect to get married or have a child until after her rock star career picked up. Now she felt like a one hit wonder since she had made an entire album that was a smash hit in Mexico, parts of the US, South America, and Australia. She needed some time to write some new songs and get them recorded. She needed to sign a deal. She couldn't just leave the baby all alone, definately not in the hands of Manny! She wondered if there were any friends she had that would take care of little Samantha for her. Her bandmates would work with her for the album. Zoe and Django were her only other close friends, and growing up in the underworld seemed a little... wrong for a human child. Zoe's family seemed normal enough during the day, though Frida noticed Zoe's recent moodswings and didn't trust her.
Her parents perhaps? God no! She didn't want her parents to raise her child (even temporarily) as a strict police-child. No, she needed someone more competent, someone who would take babysitting seriously and rarely went through moodswings...
Krieg Spinne glared and Frida as he stood in his pajama bottoms and his undershirt, his hair a mess as he stood on his front porch holding a small child. "Now, here's a list of lullabies she loves, a list of her favorite mashed foods, and some of her favorite movies, and some of her favorite formula (remember to buy THIS brand), and--" "Frida..." "Don't forget the--" "Frida... I don't know how to take care of a child... And I'm going back to Germany after I'm done with college..." Krieg put in. "Wh.. What?" Frida's bottom lip quivered. Krieg straightened his back. Like nearly every male supervillian in Miracle City, he had a slight crush on her. "Pweeeeeease?" Frida asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Krieg held as long as he could, but as soon as his right arm twitched, Frida knew she had won. "So I'll pick her up at 7:00 AM in two weeks?" Frida asked. Krieg squirmed. "Yes..." he muttered in defeat. "Great! Oh, and no supervillian-ing until I pick Samantha up!" Frida warned. Krieg crossed his heart with his right hand, holding Samantha in his left. "Officer's honour." he swore. "Yay! Oh, by the way, which army did you serve with?" Frida asked, curious. Krieg stood silent for a moment. "I actually have never served in the military... This is my great grandfather's uniform." "Was he the one that slept with a woman in every country?" "No... I do believe that that was HIS father, my great-great-grandfather. I think?"
Frida ran to Manny's car and blew Krieg a kiss. Krieg's lowwer lip quivered slightly before he turned to go into his apartment. After he was in he sat the baby in the playpen Frida and Manny helped him set up. He stared at the adorable child, a spitting image of both her parents. He smiled before looking around and remembering what Manny had said earlier. He repeated it to himself. "What a dump..." he muttered, begining to clean.
"So doc, heheh... What do you see?" Django in his human form asked. The doctor moved the imaging device over Zoe's stomach. "Well, it's still a little early, but there is an egg that has begun to multiply. Congratulations! You two are gonna be parents!" the doctor smiled.
Django and Zoe's jaws dropped. "You should start showing in a few weeks, come visit me soon so we can check and see how it is developing." the doctor ordered, shooing them from the room. Again he congratulated the two. Django and Zoe's faces were still slack, their mouths agape, as they rode home on Django's motorcycle. "Well... At least now we know, heheh..." Zoe joked, trying to make the mood easier for herself. Django as frightened. Surprisingly not even on Zoe dying or even leaving him. He surprised on if he was going to be a good father. Would he teach it how to do evil and yet still find love? Would he be a bad enough role model for it? And then he wondered how he would bond with a daughter, remembering that it was incredibly rare for demigod-like undead/human spawned during life to be a boy and not an utter clone like his beautiful girlfriend.
"I'm sorry..." Zoe said, "You wanted to take me somewhere special, and I went and suggested we go see if I'm pregnant!" "Don't be sorry! If anyone should be, it should be me. Besides, we're heading to that special place now." Django said. And as if on cue, the duo passed her house and headed for the Miracle City Volcano. Django parked the motorcycle and borught Zoe to watch the sunset with him from the top of the volcano. The backglow from the volcano intwined with the purplish light of the sunset creating a beautiful atmosphere, relieving them of all their tension. Now was as good a time as ever for Django.
Django stood up and asked Zoe to stand up as well. "What's wrong?" Zoe asked. "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something before it got to dark to see." Django said. "See what, exactly?" Zoe asked. Django got onto one knee, producing a expertly carved wooden box. Zoe's heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened. Django opened the box and the backglow of the volcano reflected off of the large gem in the beautifully crafted golden ring. It was a pink opal, to match her eyes. Zoe's moth was open, stunned and silent. "I once asked you, the Black Cuervo, to be my partner in crime. Now I ask you, Zoey Avez, if I may take your hand in holy and unholy matrimony, so we may stroll down the aisle and be wed together, and so we may live together, wreaking havoc and chaos on mortals, even in death. In short: Zoey, will you marry me?"
Zoe would've passed out if she didn't have better control. Slowly she began to nod, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes!" she yelled, "YES!!!" she yelled to make sure all of Miracle City heard her answer. Django smiled and let out a sigh of relief. He was sure he would have botched that. They kissed as the sun went down, hopped onto the motorcycle, and rode of into the moonlight.