"How many children are we going to have, Master?" Trophy asked the next morning. She had woken up to find him collapsed on top of her, and she was still bound to the bed, so she patiently waited until he woke up. When he finally did, he smothered his mouth with hers to quiet her as he started again. It was an odd mix of pleasure and pain for Trophy, just like his repeated rough sodomizing had been for her yesterday morning when he forgave her. This time, she felt horribly chafed from his constant all-night attempts to impregnate her. As Trophy felt him pour himself into her, she silently willed her body to cooperate and conceive their firstborn.

"We're going to see how we actually handle being parents before I answer that." he told her as he purged the last of his performance enhancing medication from his system. "I won't you need you anymore this morning, so you can go downstairs and visit." he told her as he freed her from the restraints. "There's a tube of healing cream by your sink to use first."

Trophy was quite happy to spend more time with all her dearest friends. She really hadn't seen any of them, except Nooj and Solace, since the dinner party where Baralai let them all know he had married her. She gave them a tour of the manor house and the grounds while waiting for it to be time for breakfast to be served.

"You need a map for your guests, Rik." Wakka exclaimed when they got back to the terrace after looking at the gardens. "I almost got lost trying to find my way downstairs!"

"I think what my loquacious husband is trying to say is that you and Baralai have a lovely home." Lulu added with a smile. "Quite a change from the 'sand-blasted grease monkey' upbringing you had, isn't it?"

"It took some getting used to." Trophy admitted as Wakka looked a bit uncomfortable at his wife's use of one of his insulting phrases towards the Al Bhed when he believed the Yevon clergy about them. "But I wouldn't trade my husband for anything."

"Breakfast is ready, Ma'am." the butler interrupted.

As they entered the dining room, Baralai was already seated, reading the morning paper. Trophy sat down gingerly, the healing cream only making her able to walk normally, but sitting down was another matter. She distracted herself by making proper small talk with her friends, her husband joining in for an enjoyable breakfast.

"We better leave soon or we'll miss the boat. Would you please go get our overnight bags, dear?" Yuna asked Tidus once the maids cleared the table, and he agreed and ran towards the stairs, followed by Wakka.

"Um, where's our room again?" the men called down from the top of the stairs.

"I'll go help them." Lulu exclaimed in fond exasperation as she got up and went after them.

"Okay I promise not to tell anyone else." Yuna said, once she was alone with her cousin and Baralai. "What's her name?"

"She's my Trophy." he replied casually, folding up the newspaper.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Trophy blurted out, getting out of her chair and kneeling before him while bowing her head for a moment before looking up at him respectfully. "I…"

"You should be thanking your cousin." Baralai interrupted her, lovingly stroking her hair and kissing her on the forehead. "And from now on, you can tell her anything you want, as long as she promises to keep it secret as well."

"Thank you, Yunie!" Trophy got up off the floor and hugged her cousin excitedly. "Didn't I tell you how generous he was?"

"Yes, you did…Trophy." Yuna replied, somewhat flustered at seeing her cousin actually kneel and bow for him.

"And all he asks me for in return is total obedience." Trophy continued happily. "I was a good student, wasn't I, Master?"

"You were the best." he told her fondly. "And now you're turning into a perfect wife."

Yuna was grateful that everyone came back downstairs with the luggage then, and the goodbyes were said as they hustled out the door. Her mind was in turmoil…she found Rikku's…or rather, Trophy's…willingly and unconditional subservience to Baralai extremely troubling, but she had also seen the genuine love that existed between. And what kind of a name was Trophy? It seemed degrading, yet suggested Baralai was proud of her at the same time.

"Yuna?" Tidus's voice got her attention.

"Huh?" Yuna realized they were all comfortably seated on the deck of the boat to take them back to Besaid, chatting about something.

"I was just saying that Rikku's finally maturing." Tidus gave his wife a quizzical look for her distractedness. "You were always worried that she'd never settle down. But look at her now, it's like…"

"She's a completely different person." Yuna finished his sentence for him, surprising everyone by how forlorn she sounded.