A.N. Hello all! Sorry this has taken me so long to update; I've been a bit all over the place lately :/ So, please accept this piece of fluff as an apology, and I'll try not to keep you waiting too long in the future ^.^

P.S. To the guest who just asked when the next update will be; you have terrifying timing o.O

You're now entering your fifth month with child, and the reality of it is finally starting to sink in. Four months from now, you're going to be bringing a new life into this world, and neither you nor your husband have done a thing to prepare for it. You should be out in town, shopping for essentials. You haven't bought the baby anything yet, and none of your clothes fit properly either. They're so much to be done, you really can't waste any time.

However, your husband doesn't see it that way.

That's why he's spent most of the morning with his head on your chest, applying gentle kisses to your ever-growing bump while you pet his hair. You've both decided not to open up today, instead opting to spend the whole day together doing nothing.

Well, maybe not nothing.

So far, you've had a very productive morning, consisting of cuddling, kissing, eating, and dozing. It's been one of the nicest mornings in recent memory, and you wish you could spend more like it. Alas, when the baby comes you'll never get the chance to sleep in ever again. Still, you wouldn't change your condition for the world, given how much joy it's brought your husband.

He hums in content, clearly enjoying his morning too. 'I can't believe how big you're getting. It makes this seem all so real. In a few short months, we get to meet our baby. Our little boy or girl… what are you hoping for?' He isn't looking at you, gaze still fixed on your belly, but that doesn't bother you. It just illustrates what a devoted father he's going to be.

You don't have to think much before you answer him. 'As long as our baby is happy and healthy, I couldn't care less about gender. I'm guessing you want a boy though? Most men want sons, after all.' He makes a small noise that you take to mean pondering, and he brings a hand up to stroke the bump as he answers.

'You know, I think I'd like a girl. A perfect little version of you. It really doesn't matter to me though; whatever the sex, we'll just keep having babies until we have at least one of each!' He snuggles into your chest like a cat, and you can't help but giggle gleefully at him.

'What if we only have girls though? You'll be the only man in a whole house full of women!' You can feel him smiling into you.

'Sounds good to me, although I feel sorry for any boyfriends they try to bring home when they're older; no man is ever going to be good enough for my girlies.' You start giggling again, and he joins in, the two of you radiating joy. When he finally calm down, he asks you another question.

'How many children do you want?' That's a hard question, especially given how risky pregnancy can be. You squash away your dark thought; this is a happy morning, full of dreams and fantasies.

You think about it for a moment before responding. 'I'd like at least three. Then again, two might gang up on a third. Make it four then. I want to have four babies.' Your wording makes him chuckle a bit, and he responds to your statement by addressing the baby.

'You hear that? Mummy only wants you to have three little siblings to play with! I was thinking we should have at least six more, maybe even seven or eight. I wouldn't want you to be lonely, after all.' Your eyes widen in surprise; does that mean he wants nine children?! Where are you going to keep them all?! Then again, pragmatism does seem to allude him at times…

You smile, despite him not being able to see. 'To keep up with that schedule, you're gonna have to get me with child as soon as this one vacates my womb!' you tease lightly, hoping he doesn't think you're destroying his fantasy. After all, he's more than entitled to fantasise about your future together if he wants. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it at length…

He responds to your statement in a teasing tone. 'Challenge accepted, Wifey.' You burst out laughing, tears streaming down your face. Even though you know he's teasing, you can't help but think that there's a promise in that statement somewhere…

'Do you really want to have so many children?' You ask him, in as serious a time as you can manage. He hums in affirmation.

'Yep. I've always dreamed of having a big family, full of love and laughter. Now that I've found a woman willing to provide me with such a thing, I can't help but fantasise about the future we're going to build together. If you really don't want that many children, I'm more than happy to compromise on six.' You start giggling again, this morning proving to be a joyous affair indeed.

'Six is hardly a compromise, love, but never mind. I'll bear as many of your children as I can. I want to make you happy.' You feel something wet against your chest; is he crying?

'You make me happy just by being with me. Although, I do so love the thought of you being constantly with child… we'll just have to see what the future brings.

'There is a slightly more pressing concern to address though; our current baby needs a name.' Wow, you haven't even considered that. You've just assumed that you'll decide on one when baby Undertaker makes their big debut. Still, no harm in discussion.

'Do you have any in mind?' You ask. He must have a few, or he wouldn't have mentioned it.

He puts on his thinking expression. 'What about Henry for a boy, and Anna for a girl.' You burst out laughing so violently that his whole head shakes.

'My dogs were called Henry and Anna!' He starts to laugh along with you.

'Well, those names are a no-go then. What about Agatha for a girl?' You scoff affectionately.

'We're having a baby, not an old woman. What about Jasmine?' It's his turn to make a funny noise.

'That's a weird name. Josephine?' You shake your head.

'Sounds too posh. What about Tom for a boy, and Nellie for a girl?' He hums.

'I'm not too keen on Tom, but Nellie is nice. We'll keep that as a maybe. What about Claude? Jason? Douglas?' You giggle.

'Those are silly names. Theodore? Noah? Ezra?' He nods his head.

'I like Theodore. We could call him Theo for short. All right, so we have two maybes then. Can you think of any other names?' You hesitate for a moment. There's a name you've always liked, but you're worried he'll dismiss it, just as your first husband had when you'd discussed having children.

You swallow nervously. 'How does Luciana sound?' He's about to say something, when you feel a strange sensation coming from your belly. You sit up, Undertaker withdrawing his head and looking at you, panic in his eyes.

'What's wrong, love? Is it the baby?' You grab his hands and place them on your bump. He still looks concerned, and is about to say something else when he feels the slightest of movement under his hand. He looks you in the eyes, seeking verbal confirmation on what he felt. You smile at him.

'Our baby has started moving.' He smiles at you, and you see a tear trailing out of one of his eyes. You wipe it away with your thumb, your smile softening as you do. That hand soon rejoins his, and you remain sat like this for a while, overcome with emotion. Feeling the child move is surreal, but it confirms beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is indeed a new life growing inside of you. Your heart swells with love, so much so that you're afraid it'll burst. Undertaker seems to be feel same way, staring at you like you're the most wondrous being in all of creation.

Eventual, the movements lessen, so you decide to assume your earlier position, gently lowing yourself onto your back. He keeps his hands firmly in place, clearly unwilling to let you go.

He settles back into his earlier position before he starts kissing your bump, talking to it again. 'You like that name then, hm? We shall have to consider it then. Though I still like Agatha.' You roll your eyes at him, glad that he can't see you do so.

He continues lavishing attention on you belly, raising his head so he can kiss every square inch of it. His kisses tickle a bit, but the baby seems to love them; they start moving again, almost as if they're trying to copy his movements. You imagine what it'll be like when the baby is here. Will it try to copy its father then? Or will it be your shadow instead?

The baby seems to be everywhere at once, desperate to keep pace. It's definitely going to be daddy's little shadow.

The Undertaker looks so happy, kissing your body with wild abandon. Knowing that you're the one who is mostly responsible for his joy makes your heart sing. You only wish you could have met him sooner. You would have willingly traded your life of luxury for a chance to elope with him. This is everything you've ever wanted; a loving husband, a home, and a baby that you know will be loved more than any other. The realisation is enough to make you cry again, hormones almost certainly a factor.

He catches sight of your tears, and moves up to cradle your face in his hands. 'What is it, wifey? Did I do something wrong?' His concern is so pure, borne solely out of love for you. It makes you cry even more, but you make sure to smile up at him.

'No, you haven't. You've done everything right, and no have no idea just how much I love you for that. Thank you for everything you've given me.' He kisses your lips softly.

'I'm the one who should be thanking you. You are the one good thing in my life, from which other things now stem. I find it hard to imagine my life without you in it. My greatest wish is for us to spend a very long time together, basking in the glorious splendour that is our love for one another.' You kiss him this time, willing all of your emotions into the kiss. When it breaks, you caress his face, starting at it lovingly. A broad smile covers your features, and he asks you what it is that makes you smile so. Your response earns you a passionate kiss.

'We're going to have such beautiful babies together.'