Time to face the music. I would take a million of Sebastian's punishments AND etiquette lessons AND running a marathon uphill in high heels over what I was about to do. I couldn't bring Sebastian along. He didn't need to go through this, too.

"Hi, sweetheart," my father opened his front door, "What brings you by?"

"Hi, Daddy…" I slapped a smile on my face, "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Not at all," he allowed, "You're always welcome here. You know that."

"Wonderful," I sat down on his couch. Marcelina tumbled around in my belly.

"How was the honeymoon?" Daddy asked.

"Fine," I quivered, "The family says hello."

"How's Gran doing?"

"Good."

"What did she have to say about Sebastian?" he wondered.

"Adores him," I beamed, "They got along famously."

"Yes…" Daddy nodded, "At first, I wouldn't have believed this, but it's hard not to like Sebastian. He's not half bad. Now…What brings you by? I'm sure it's not to exchange pleasantries."

"About that…" my hands shook. Marcelina pushed her little hand against mine. Almost like she knew. It wouldn't surprise me. Her father is rather perceptive.

"What is it, Lumi?" my father tried to take my hands, but they weren't leaving her.

"About our honeymoon," I stuttered, "Sebastian and I…We're…"

"Spit it out, sweetheart."

"Daddy, I'm pregnant!"

Silence…

…And more silence…

That wasn't a bit troubling…

"You're pregnant…?"

"Yes…" I saw a tear rolling down his face, "Daddy…Are you crying?"

"No," he rubbed his eyes, "I got dirt in my eye."

"Daddy," I put my head on his shoulder.

"You're pregnant…" he wept, "You're pregnant, baby…"

"I know," I smiled, "I went to a doctor the other day. He said I'm doing fine and so is she."

"She?"

"I'm having a girl," I took his hand, "Her name is Marcelina. She's moving up a storm right now."

"Really?" my father put his strong, calloused hands on my stomach, "I can feel her…"

"She has a thing about hearing a man's voice," I told, "Especially when it's late at night and Sebastian and I are laying in bed. She knows that I'm trying to sleep."

"You little devil," Daddy poked at her, "But you know what, Marcelina? Your mommy was the same way when she was in your grandma's belly."

Only half…on her father's side…but I wasn't going to tell him that. He didn't need to know that Sebastian was a demon. Ever. That was going to be our little secret until the world ends. And even after.

"Was I?" I wasn't sure if it was a butterfly feeling or Marcelina catching on to my emotions, but my eyes were about to spring a leak.

"Oh, yes," he nodded, "Very wiggly baby. Even after you were born. I nearly dropped you a few times when I'd try to feed you. Your mother had a real knack for being able to feed you and cook for us at the same time."

"I hope to be half the mother she was to me," I choked out, "Daddy, I'm scared…"

"I'm sure you are," he wrapped his arms around me, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. You'll be just fine…"

"You think so…?"

"Lumi," he scolded, "I've known you your entire life. I know you can be tough as nails. And you're not going to let something like childbirth scare you. In the end, it'll definitely be worth it when you have that little girl in your arms. And the first time you see Sebastian holding her. And when it's two o'clock in the morning and she wakes up screaming because she's cutting teeth or she's hungry and he tells you to stay in bed. Don't let the bad outweigh the good…"

I buried my face into my father's shoulder, "Thank you, Daddy. I needed to hear that."

"You're welcome, princess," he kissed my forehead, "Do you have dinner plans tonight?"

"I have no idea," I shrugged, "God only knows what Sebastian has planned for us."

"Where is Sebastian anyway?" Daddy wondered, "I would've thought he'd be here to tell me the good news."

"He's back at the manor," I said, "He still has the other baby to take care of."

"Sebastian doesn't have kids…"

"He has Ciel," I reminded, "He's pretty loyal to him."

"What did he say about the little one?"

"I'm hoping it's just the initial shock," I sighed out, "I love Ciel dearly and he means the world to Sebastian. I just want him to be happy for us…Hell, I just want him to be happy…and sober."

"The earl's a drunk?" he gasped, "Never would've guessed. I mean, I saw at the wedding. He can't hold his liquor to save his life. I never thought it was something he did outside of special occasions."

"That doesn't leave this room," I growled, "Ciel might be spending his days trashed out of his cynical little skull, but he's still a friend with a reputation to uphold. I'd hate to be the one to ruin it."

"I understand," Daddy cradled me, "My brain's still chewing on the fact that you're pregnant. My baby's having a baby…"

"Daddy," I settled him, "You're going to get me emotional again. And these days, it doesn't take much."

"Sorry," he hid a smile from me, tracing his fingers down my growing belly, "How pregnant are you, Lumi? You already know the sex and she's kicking so heavily and you're already so big…That's usually not until the second trimester."

"Well…" I blushed.

"Oh…" my father was unable to look at me for a moment, "I guess that's why we're humans and not saints…"

Yes…Human, "Daddy, I've only been bedded by one man. And I married him."

"Ok…" he started to calm down, "You really aren't my little girl anymore, are you…?"

"I'll always be your little girl," I assured, trying to mend my broken heart, "That will never change. Just like she'll always be my little girl. Whether she likes it or not."

"Good," Daddy's embrace grew a little tighter, "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."

And there goes the rest of my heart. One day, he would have to know what life would be like without me. That was the only downside of me becoming immortal. Seeing my father at my mortal funeral would make me wish I could die. The thought of seeing him weep over my casket. My uncles, Anthony and Mary, Gran…I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to deal with that…

I left my father's house and got in the coach. Bard knew there was something not right with me. He knew I was upset, "Where to, Lumi? Back to the manor?"

"Take me to the Undertaker," I demanded, swallowing back tears.

"Alright then."

Bard knew better than to question it. He wasn't as well equipped to handle me when I'm upset as Sebastian. Sebastian would be able to calm me down in under ten minutes. Bard, on the other hand? I'm pretty sure he'd rather diffuse a bomb than me.

"Mrs. Michaelis," the Undertaker greeted me, "How are you, love?"

"We need to talk," I spoke softly.

"Is everything alright?"

"It's about my funeral arrangements," my voice broke.

"Ah, yes!" he chimed, "Please. Have a seat."

I sat on my usual spot on the embalming table, "Well-"

"First," the Undertaker stopped me, "My payment, please…"

"Ok," I dug around in my bag for some sort of money, but then I remembered, "You don't take money, do you?"

"No," he shook his head, "I take payment in the form of amusement. Make me laugh and we'll talk."

"Alright…" I thought it over. Sebastian told me that the Undertaker takes payment in the form of terrible jokes, "Ok, Undertaker. I think I have it."

"Tell me!" he sang.

"And you promise not to tell Sebastian?"

"Cross my heart, poppet."

"What do you call a discount botched circumcision?"

"What?"

The amount of shame in my heart was astounding, "A rip off…"

The Undertaker erupted into his usual boisterous laugher, "Oh my…! And I thought Sebastian was hilarious! That took the cake! How can I help you?"

"I want no one there," I demanded, "No flowers. No eulogies. No ceremony."

"Really?" the Undertaker almost sounded disappointed, "What brought this on?"

"That doesn't matter," I was still reeling from the visit with my father, "I want my mortal body thrown in a hole in the ground and forgotten about."

"You're not being thrown in a hole, sweet," he said, "I've already been told where your mortal body is going."

"Oh…?"

"Oh, my…" the Undertaker chuckled, "Looks like someone needs to have a little talk with his beloved."

"Undertaker," I gave him a look, "Do you know something I don't…?"

"I'm sure I know plenty that you don't," he pointed out, "While I have you here, let's do a quick check of little Marcelina, shall we?"

"Sure," I readjusted my seating position, giving him better access to my stomach.

"Any problems?"

"No," I ran my hand down to my bellybutton, "She's a perfect little angel…considering."

"Interesting choice of words," the Undertaker giggled under his breath, feeling around for her, "How are we doing, love? You think you could give your old friend, the Undertaker, a push?"

"She was pretty active earlier," I explained, "My father made her very excited."

"That's good," he poked at her hand, "How are you feeling? Physically."

"Like I could take over the world," I reported, "I don't get very nauseous anymore, except for when this one wants to beat on my stomach."

"How often does she do that?"

"Not very."

"All a part of the process," a devious smirk crept its way across the Undertaker's face, "Sebastian's a very lucky man…"

"Yes, he is," I smiled, "Why do you say that?"

"Well, Lumi," the Undertaker sat down, "Where a normal human pregnancy lasts nine months, yours only lasts about nine weeks. You're nearly halfway through and you're about to start experiencing some new feelings. I won't spoil the surprise, but you'll see soon enough."

"Ok," I brushed him off. Just the crazy ramblings of the Undertaker. I jumped down from the embalming table, "Well, I have a loving husband and a slightly cross earl to get back to."

"Lovely seeing you again, Lumi," the Undertaker bowed to me, "I'd like for you to see me again in a couple weeks, if that's alright."

"Sure," I nodded, "I'll see you then."

I left the funeral parlor and started heading back home. I needed that. Between talking to my father and the Undertaker, it eased my mind. Maybe I could get some decent sleep tonight. As soon as Bard and I got back to the manor, Sebastian was standing outside waiting with half a dozen black gold lilies in his hand, "Welcome home, darling."

"What's all this?" I asked as he helped me down from the coach.

"Well, my dear," Sebastian wrapped his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "There's a dress laid out for you on the bed upstairs. I want you ready in the next fifteen minutes. Can you do that for me…?"

For some strange reason, Sebastian's advances hit me harder than what they normally did. My whole body quivered in his embrace as I sighed out, "Yes, sir…"

"That's my girl…"

A/N: *sits back, grinning from ear to ear, knowing what's about to happen, feeling like Steven Moffat…* Asshole writer feelings aside, I deserve a cliffhanger, dammit! I had to look up DAD JOKES TODAY! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY OF THEM I HAD TO WADE THROUGH TO GET THE ONE ABOUT THE DISCOUNT CIRCUMSISION? HOW MANY "DAD, I'M HUNGRY." "HI HUNGRY, I'M DAD!" I HAD TO GO THROUGH? I earned that cliffhanger and a scoop of full sugar, full fat ice cream. Good for me.