Oooooohhh my! I can't tell you how excited I am to post this chapter for you guys! It's been in the works for a long time! Reviews, please! I hope you enjoy it very much. FLUFFY!

Sarah, Madame Gaston, left the midwife's in a trance. She had a stargazing look on her face. She was pregnant! She couldn't believe it, and her happiness was inexpressible. Sarah was so unbelievably happy that she just had to tell someone! She would've told Gaston right at that moment, but he was out and wouldn't be back till supper. To her delight, there was the very person: Lissa!

Lissa had just ridden into town to bring her sister-in-law some food -so she wouldn't have to make supper-as she knew that Sarah been a little off her feet. Sarah greeted Lissa and practically pulled her into the house. "Well, you must be feeling better!" Lissa giggled. Sarah was practically twirling around like a ballerina. Is she...she's...she is! Lissa thought excitedly. "Sarah? What's going on?" She asked in a rushed. Sarah grabbed her hands.

"Oh, Lissa! I cannot hardly wait to tell you! I'm pregnant! Gaston and I are going to have a baby!" Sarah blurted out. "You're going to be an aunt!" Lissa was stunned. Her brother, Gaston, a father! At first, she said nothing. Then she rose to her feet and grabbed her sister-in-law in a hug and the two women bounced up and down squealing like giddy little school girls.

"Oh, Sarah! That's wonderful! I...I'm so happy for you!" Lissa smiled with tears in her eyes. "Does Gaston know?"

"Not yet. Will you help me?"

"He's home!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Yes!" Lissa cheered excitedly. She had spent the whole day with Sarah, helping her prepare a very special dinner where Sarah would break the news to her husband. It was dark out now and Lefou promised to escort Lissa back to the castle. They heard Magnifique's loud snort and Sarah had peeked outside the window to see her husband's tall figure dismount. "I'm so excited!"

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him." Sarah said, positively giddy.

"I wish I could see it." Lissa said.

Gaston entered with a long, contented sigh. Oh, dinner smelled so good! It had been a long day.

"Ohh." Lissa sighed, making a very poor attempt at feigning disappointment. "He's back." She tried to mutter, but the corners of her mouth stubbornly refused to stay droopy.

"Well, that's a fine way to greet the master of the house." Gaston said cockily, removing his hat, scarf, and coat.

"You're only my brother, you know." Lissa teased, chuckling.

"Quite." Gaston nodded. "This is a surprise. What are you doing here?"

"Just keeping your poor little, lonely wife company. But don't worry. I was just getting ready to leave." Lissa said. It was impossible to keep the smile off her face. She winked at Sarah.

Sarah ran to her husband and jumped into his strong arms. "Aah. Now that's more like it!" Gaston gushed. He inhaled hungrily underneath her hair. He slinked his long arms around her waist from behind and tugged her close against his cold body.

"Gaston, really!" Sarah tried to protest, wriggling. "Not in front of company."

"She's family." Gaston remarked casually. Sarah laughed heartily as she felt his breath tickle her neck. "We're married. What's the harm? Can't a fellow kiss his wife after a hard day's work?"

"Honestly." Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "What will Lissa think?"

"Who cares?" Gaston growled in a husky voice. "She'll understand."

"Oh, don't mind me." Lissa giggled, smiling widely. "I think it's cute."

"That's my girl!" Gaston teased. "That's right, Lissie. Don't listen to your sister. She brings out only the best in me."

"And the worst, unfortunately." Sarah stiffened, encumbered by his suffocating hug.

"Mmm! Why do you smell so nice?" Gaston purred, kissing Sarah's neck. She squealed when he lightly brushed behind her earlobe with his nose. Lissa couldn't help smiling at the lovesick pair. She delighted in seeing her brother so in love with a wonderful woman who loved him deeply for his character and his integrity. Years ago, she couldn't have said this, but now she could wholeheartedly say without reservation that they deserved each other.

"Oh, you are incorrigible...both of you!" Sarah scolded. "You two are trouble."

"No, he is." Lissa pointed to Gaston who hadn't loosened his grip around Sarah's waist. "He's the problem!"

"What can I say?" Gaston smirked, shrugging innocently. "Runs in the family."

"All right." Lissa shook her head, throwing her hands up and grabbing her cloak. "I am getting out of here!" She hugged Sarah, well, what she could around Gaston's inflexible limbs. "Good luck." She whispered. Gaston kissed her head without letting go of his little wife. "Well, good night...old man." Lissa grinned evilly with that 'I know something you don't know look'.

Gaston's face went blank. Now he knew she was up to something! She hadn't called him that for a long time. "Who are you calling an old man?" He sputtered, suspiciously narrowing his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Lissa only chuckled in return. "Good evening, you two." She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes as she departed. The minute she closed the door behind her outside, she burst out laughing as she skipped home.

"Old man. Where did that come from? Say, what's going on around here? What's she been telling you about me?" Gaston asked, now very suspicious. Sarah nuzzled up next to him, cupping his chin to make face him her.

"Never mind that." She said softly. "I've been waiting for you all day."

"Mmm." Gaston rumbled as they kissed passionately. Sarah finally, gently tried to break away. But Gaston wasn't through yet.

"I must get your dinner." Sarah said firmly.

"Who's stopping you?" Gaston asked lowly, not releasing her from his embrace.

"This is a very special supper tonight that I worked very hard on." Sarah persisted.

"In that case..." Gaston resigned. "Anxious to see me, were you? Well, it must have been some very long day if Lissa's been here all that time!"

"Now, you be nice to your sister." Sarah said. "It just so happens that I really enjoy her company."

"More than mine?" Gaston pouted.

"Ohff." Sarah shook her head, playfully punching his bicep. He furiously inched his large fingers up her spine. "Stop it!" Sarah exclaimed, and quickly backed away from him. "You are becoming a problem."

"I know." Gaston grinned as she hurried faster to the kitchen.

"Catch me if you can, Slow Poke." Sarah taunted, pushing a chair in his path, and dashed into the kitchen.

"Ggggrrr!" Gaston narrowed his eyes hungrily. "You can't hide from me, woman!" Though a nice, long, hot bath and good night's sleep sounded so inviting right now, frolicking around with his gorgeous slip of a wife was much more fun and he relished in the pursuit. He barged into the kitchen and using his hunter skills, slowly scrutinized the room. He poked his head out the back door, when he felt a sudden jab in his side. "Bah!" He exclaimed. Sarah skipped behind him, laughing hysterically. Gaston whirled around and caught her by her apron strings before she could get away. He pounced on her and holding her far down in a dramatic dip so that her long hair touched the floor, they laughed and kissed hard. She clasped her arms around his neck for dear life.

"Your food's getting cold." Sarah said, trying to wriggle from his firm grip.

"Let it." Gaston whispered, only tightening his grasp. His large, rough hands coiled around her small waist, sending shivers through her.

"Oh, now, Gaston. Really! That's enough! I mean it." Sarah begged, still snickering at his kisses on her shoulder.

"Ohhh." Gaston moaned, looking up at the ceiling in mock disappointment, his height towering over her. "No matter how hard I try, it will never be enough."

"Would you mind letting me up?" Sarah asked, still hanging very low toward the floor. "I feel like a bat."

Gaston arched his eyebrows and grinned. Oh, she knew that look! And she knew very well what it meant. And he knew very well what that look did to her. He jerked her closely bending over and endlessly kissed and nuzzled her neck. Sarah tried to remain firm but it was absolutely impossible. "Aahh!" Gaston exhaled heavily in satisfaction when he finally eased up on the smooching. Sarah gave his cheek a slight swat. "Hey." He stared at her.

"I have something I want to tell you." She said.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Gaston cocked his head and finally brought her back to her feet.

"Now you made me dizzy." Sarah said. Gaston was glued like a leech. "You go in the parlor. Dinner's already cold. I guess that part of our evening can wait."

Gaston licked his lips in insatiable mirth, and it wasn't for the fine food his good little wife had prepared. Deciding that he deserved some relaxation after such a long day, Gaston flopped down on the sofa length-wise. His long legged boots hung over the sofa arm, and resting one arm behind his head, his other long arm sagged to the floor. He stretched out comfortably, grunting loudly in sheer delight as his muscles flexed rigidly. Grinning, Sarah ran toward him and pounced hard onto his stomach. "Oohhff!" Gaston howled. "Take it easy, woman!" He grimaced. Sarah smirked and stooped down close to his face.

"Aww. Is my great big hero in distress?" She flirted down at him.

"Jab in the guts would be more accurate." Gaston muttered. "Look, I'm sorry if I spoiled our dinner, but does that really call for beating me up?"

"Mmm." Sarah cocked her head. "Maybe." Gaston groaned.

"That really did hurt." He mentioned.

"I'm sorry." Sarah said. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. But I thought that a guy who's roughly the size of a barge could endure a little roughhousing." She fiddled with his shirt collar.

"Other guys I can handle!" Gaston argued. "But marriage just hit me out of nowhere." Sarah giggled. Gaston winced. Sarah leaned down and kissed his scruffy cheek.

"There. Is that better?" She asked softly.

"No." Gaston rolled his eyes.

"Is this better?" She kissed his lips instead.

"Nuh-uh." Gaston grunted.

"Oh." Sarah hung her head.

"But this might do the trick!" Gaston announced. He suddenly perched her right above himself and with a firm push of his large hand behind her head, he shoved her face down into his.

"Feel better now?" Sarah asked hopefully when he let her up.

"Oh, yyeeesss…" Gaston grunted contentedly. "Much better. So what is this so important thing you want to tell me so badly?"

Sarah was shivering with joy. She could hardly contain her extreme happiness. She rubbed his shoulder, and played with his lacy collar. "Gaston," she began, "I hope you know how much I want to be with you, always! Even in the hard times."

"You have certainly proved that point." Gaston pointed out.

"Dear, I...I...well, I have wonderful news! The best! I'm..." Sarah was about to tell him when there was a knock at their front door. "Who could that be?" Sarah asked glumly.

"Who cares?" Gaston shrugged.

"We're going..." Sarah tried again.

"Gaston! Gaston, are you there?!" A frantic voice came from outside as the knocking continued.

"No. I'm in another world." Gaston smiled at Sarah.

"Gaston! We need your help! It's urgent!" The voice persisted.

"No!" Sarah moaned in disappointment. Gaston slowly sat up.

"Oh, very well." He groaned. "I'm sorry, my dear. This shouldn't take long." He gently slid Sarah off his lap and went to answer the door. Sarah felt ready to cry. Gaston opened the door to see Lefou standing there. "What is it, Lefou?" Gaston asked professionally, but his peeved face betrayed his emotions..

"Gaston, we need your help at the tavern!" Lefou blurted out, panicking. "Vincent had a pint too many..."

"And you summoned me just for that?" Gaston asked, almost laughing. This was not news.

"Gaston, it's not funny!" Lefou begged. "Vincent is more than drunk. He's mad, really mad! He's raving about how his wife cheated on him, and now he's got Laurrette pinned to the wall and he's holding a gun on her!"

Gaston's smile faded. This was serious. "Haven't any of the guys taken him down?" He asked, grabbing his coat.

"He says if anyone steps toward him, he'll kill her! He's not bluffing, Gaston! He's dead serious." Lefou's typical exaggeration or not, the village was beckoning its hero for law and order.

"All right." Gaston nodded, sighing. Oh, it's hero time. He looked back at his forlorn wife sitting alone on the couch. "I'm sorry, Sarah. But this needs to be dealt with now!" He apologized.

"I understand." Sarah nodded. She watched him leave. At that point, she did burst into tears.

Sarah reluctantly reheated Gaston's food. He finally returned! She hurried to him. "Is it all sorted out now?" She asked hopefully.

"For now." Gaston rolled his eyes. "It's a long story, and I'm too frazzled to explain." He'd spent a long afternoon out in the cold, hunting, and he was tuckered from it, too much to ramble about a ridiculous tavern scuffle.

"As long as everyone is safe. Don't worry about that now. Come here!" Sarah eagerly pulled on his arm and made him sit down on one of the dining chairs. She curled into his lap and threw her arms around his neck.

"Well, if this is the thanks I get for serving the public, I should do it this efficiently more often!" Gaston chuckled. Sarah giggled and straightened up but still sat on his knee.

"Gaston, my love? I have something very important to tell you." She said, her eyes dancing as she ran her fingers through his coal hair. To Gaston, she had never looked more radiant.

"This sounds important. Do tell! What is it?" Gaston asked curiously. "I'm all ears now, I promise."

"Gaston...I...I'm...we're going to have a baby!" Sarah cried happily to his face. Gaston's face drew a blank as this wonderful news sank in.

"What?" He gasped.

"I'm pregnant, Gaston! You're going to be a father!" Sarah gushed.

Gaston was so joyfully stunned that he didn't know what to say. His broad frame began trembling with happiness. He instantly rose to his feet, gripping her arms. "Sarah! That's...that's just..." He was speechless as he gazed down into her beaming face. His eyes sunk back into his head with a wistful smile on his face, and he fell backwards to the floor in a dead, blissful faint.

Gaston fluttered his eyes open and saw a beautiful face hovering over him with a playful smile. "What...happened?" He asked blankly.

"You fainted." Sarah laughed. Gaston was quite embarrassed and instantly rose to his feet.

"Why in the world did I do that?" He asked flatly.

"Don't you remember?" Sarah asked. Gaston tried to regain focus. Sarah was looking down at her abdomen. Gaston frowned in concentration at first. Then he remembered!

"You're pregnant?" He asked eagerly.

"Yes, Gaston!" Sarah nodded. Gaston scooped her up in his arms and twirled around in circles, laughing heartily enough for the whole village to hear!

"Oh, Sarah! That's wonderful!" Gaston finally told her. He didn't set her down yet but kissed her with a most violent kiss. Sarah had never known such happiness could exist. Gaston finally set her down back on her feet. His gray eyes met hers and they were both filled with ecstasy. "Oh, my gorgeous Madame Gaston..." Gaston whispered, happy tears in his eyes, "my beautiful, heavenly angel...you've made me the happiest man alive!" He held her firmly. Sarah laughed and cried on him, the electricity of their wonderful life-changing news surging through their bodies. "I love you." Gaston whispered in a deep, sultry voice.

"And I love you...my brave hunter." Sarah replied. Gaston gazed down and reached down and pressed his large hand on her still slim stomach. Sarah giggled and relished in the feeling. Gaston slightly frowned. "What is the matter?" Sarah asked worriedly.

Gaston was looking at her belly with bewilderment on his face. "It's funny. I don't feel anything. Odd." He shook his head, looking puzzled.

Sarah laughed out loud. "Oh, you great big oaf! You won't feel anything for a while yet. We still have a bit before that happens. And, well...I know I don't look pregnant right now. But I will soon enough!"

Gaston had not taken his hand away and only moved in closer when she said that. He knelt down in front of her and pressed a kiss to her stomach, pulling her close, then he straightened up again with a twinkle in his eyes."Mmm. I cannot wait to see that!" He crooned with suggestive hunger in his face.

"Oh, you..." Sarah rolled her eyes. Gaston dropped down to his knee and dipped her with her head on his knee. He clasped her close and made out vigorously. Then he jerked her to her feet, grabbed his shotgun and throwing the front door open, he fired his gun into the air. He fired again, and this time, the neighbors came rushing out of their houses and the tavern into the cold air.

"Gaston! What is it? What's happened?!" Lefou panted breathlessly.

Gaston clasped his arm tightly around Sarah's waist, pulling her up against him. "My good friends, I have wonderful news! Sarah is expecting! We're having a baby!" Gaston announced grandly. The crowd cheered loudly. Some of the guys jeered at the parents-to-be with rude comments, but Gaston took care of them by shooting their hats off.

"Well, it's about time." Lefou teased.

After many well-wishes, and a delightful supper, Gaston and Sarah were in bed, cuddling closely. The blaze in the fireplace kept the room warm and cozy. Sarah was nestled contentedly on Gaston's chest with her eyes shut, with his arm around her and his other arm behind his head. The two were too happy to go to sleep. "Sarah?" Gaston whispered.

"Hmm?" Sarah murmured.

"What in the world ever made you fall in love with me?" Gaston asked nervously. "I mean, out of all the men who flocked around you, why did you pick someone like me? A fellow with a record?"

"Well..." Sarah just smiled, resting her head in his shoulder.

"Was it my outstanding muscles?" Gaston asked hopefully. "With biceps to spare?"

"Noo." Sarah shook her head, giggling.

"Oh." Gaston cleared his throat. "Was it my luscious hair?" He asked in a deep, sultry voice.

"Nope!" Sarah giggled.

"My alluring looks?" Gaston persisted, looking for a backhand compliment. "Me exceptional talent for expectorating? My brilliant wits?"

"Nope. Though they did help." Sarah remarked casually.

"Well?" Gaston waited impatiently. What is it with the girls in my family? They sure do like to keep me guessing! Sarah ran her hand through his 'luscious' hair as he put it.

"No. That's not the first thing that made me fall in love with you." Sarah murmured. "If you really want to know the truth. No, it was your boots."

Gaston was absolutely dumbfounded. His brows creased in total confusion and surprise. "My...my boots?" He slightly sat up, leaning on his side and looking down at her.

"Yes, indeed. Remember the night we met, how I asked you to dance?"

"I'll never forget it, my love." Gaston nodded.

"Remember how you stumbled over your words, and couldn't stand still? You said you couldn't dance, but I saw you constantly scuffing your boots on the floor. I realized then, 'He's actually shy! He's actually nervous around me!' You were the first man that ever fancied me who acted timid around me. All my other so called suitors were bold, brassy, and extremely boorish. I found their company repulsive." Sarah explained. "You were different, and made me feel like a lady. How could I ever consider marrying someone else?"

"How indeed? And all this time, I thanked heaven that I was the handsomest man in town." Gaston whined. "I counted on my outstanding strength and dashing looks to capture your heart. Though at the time, I didn't think I could truly win any woman's heart after what a bold, brassy, and boorish moron I'd been before."

"I'm relieved that I didn't know you then, or we wouldn't be here like this now!" Sarah told him.

Gaston nodded sheepishly. Then he narrowed his eyes at her. "And you're telling me all I had to do, was twiddle my feet?!" He exclaimed, sounding offended.

"Mmm. I love you." Sarah closed her eyes contentedly. Gaston hovered over her, cupping her chin and kissing her perfect lips. Then he leaned his head down and lovingly kissed her still flat stomach, and placed his enormous hand there, hoping to give his little son or daughter a better start than he'd given their mother when they'd first met. He was thrilled. He was finally going to be a father, after all these years! He'd always wanted children when he started noticing girls, but back then it had been for all the wrong reasons. Now he felt incredibly blessed. He looked with adoration down at his sweet wife who was smiling up at him.

Sarah gripped his arm and rested her head on his bicep as he continued to gently rub her abdomen. "And I love you." He whispered, nuzzling her nose. "Both of you! I promise to be a better father than I have been a man." He said passionately. He meant it, with every fiber of his being.

"I know you will." Sarah reached her hand out and caressed his face. "Because I'm going to be there and see that you do, from now on!"