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By the time that Ciel entered the final weeks of her pregnancy, she had made a nearly full recovery from her head injury.

Sebastian hadn't received an update from Undertaker in an uncomfortably long time, but he was positive that the Shinigami would stay true to his word.

Sebastian didn't have a choice at the moment, he was unable to leave Ciel's side.

Sebastian allocated the other Phantomhive servants to keep a watchful eye out and stand guard against any would-be direct attacks on the manor.

That way Sebastian could focus on his wife and child…..

Sebastian had prepared the nursery in the room next to Ciel's, he had ordered and gathered supplies, he was as ready as he felt that he could be.

With every day that passed, Sebastian seemed to grow more anxious and Ciel seemed to grow calmer.

Ciel wasn't nervous or fearful.

Ciel was satisfied, Sebastian had given her what she wanted.

At least once a day, Sebastian secretly watched from the doorway as the bluenette walked around the nursery, adjusting a folded blanket here, straightening a book there…..

The omega wanted everything perfect and it made Sebastian chuckle to see, he thought it was adorable.

One afternoon, Ciel sat in the rocking chair of the nursery, flipping through a picture book when Sebastian stepped into the room with a smile.

"Would you like some tea, kitten?" Sebastian asked politely.

Ciel started and looked up from the book, a little embarrassed that Sebastian had found her there.

The bluenette thought that her nursery visits were mostly a secret…

Ciel struggled to get up and leave, trying to make her presence in the room seem like an accident. "-No, I'm fine, thank you, Sebastian, I was just….."

"-Nesting." Sebastian finished for Ciel, catching his mate in his arms with a loving purr.

Ciel cleared her throat as her tummy rubbed against Sebastian. "I just want everything to be in order."

Sebastian gave a nod of approval and kissed Ciel sweetly.

As Sebastian pulled away, he whispered in her ear, "Anything you want, my sweet kitten~."

Sebastian smirked at Ciel before he left the room, going to prepare the evening's dinner.

Ciel frowned once she was left alone.

Sebastian's words caused the bluenette's cheeks to blush a deep shade of pink…

….because they were true.

A family.

Hope.

Ciel finally had what she wanted.

However excited and proud Sebastian was, he wished that Undertaker would at least send a message, or a note, or a word from Grell, or…..

Something.

The last thing that Sebastian needed was a band of miscreants attacking the manor when the child was born or stealing the infant and harming him or her for spite.

Sebastian would have written to Undertaker himself, but what postman could have correctly delivered a parcel addressed to such a person?

Morticians had plain names and addresses.

There were thousands of "Undertakers" in London alone.

How would Sebastian's proposed letter ever find the right recipient?

Sebastian didn't have to worry about sending a letter, but he didn't know that yet.

One night, Undertaker was en route to the manor just as the full moon started to gleam proudly in the sky.

Undertaker frowned at his reflection in the window of the carriage.

Undertaker hadn't found many clues.

Terrence's contacts were still gathering information.

In fact, Undertaker really had nothing to report, he was just coming to let Sebastian know that he was still working on the investigation…..

….And to see if the baby had arrived yet.

While the carriage rumbled along, Undertaker idly twisted the chain of his belt between his fingers.

Two of the lockets on the chain clinked together with the motion and the light of the moon illuminated one locket's engraved name,

Cloudia Phantomhive July 13, 1866

"May I go to sleep now?" Ciel asked Sebastian with a scowl, standing across the room while she watched her alpha change the sheets for the third time in a row.

Sebastian either didn't hear Ciel or he chose to ignore her until he got the flat sheet onto the bed.

Once that was finished, Sebastian stepped back and surveyed every inch of the sheet top.

"Oh, dear," Sebastian sighed, then he looked over at Ciel. "I'm so sorry, kitten, there's a wrinkle at the top corner of this one as well. One moment and I shall change it straight away."

"Sebastian, it really doesn't bother me. I'd just like to lay down!" Ciel protested as Sebastian started to pull the clean sheet off.

They went through this nearly every night now and Ciel found it exhausting.

Sebastian was Ciel's alpha, so with their baby's impending arrival, it was normal for Sebastian to feel an increased urge to guarantee his omega's comfort, of course…..

…..But with all of Sebastian's fussing, Ciel was more uncomfortable than she would have been if he hadn't cared at all.

Sebastian prepared some meals two or three times over before he served them to Ciel, wanting to make sure the cooking and the ingredients were perfect.

If Sebastian found Ciel sitting in a chair or lying down, he would immediately start trying to adjust her, the pillows, or the cushions.

To Ciel's dismay, Sebastian was just trying to make her as comfortable as possible, even while she flailed her arms and protested for him to stop.

And now, every night, before Ciel laid down to sleep, Sebastian had to make sure that the sheets and the bed were absolutely perfect for his darling omega to lie on.

Ciel rubbed her face with a hand, sighing quietly while Sebastian flew around the room, working on making the bed again, "Sebastian, please, I'm so tired, I don't care if I sleep in a pit at this point."

"Don't worry, bocchan~." Sebastian cooed to Ciel. "These will be better, I can already tell."

Ciel rolled her eyes.

Ciel was a noblewoman, an aristocrat who was used to service and pomp, accustomed to the finer things in life…..

But even Ciel couldn't see anything visibly wrong with the last two sets of sheets that Sebastian had insisted on changing!

Finally, by the time Ciel was nearly shaking with exhaustion, Sebastian was at last satisfied with the way the bed was prepared.

Sebastian quickly strode over and scooped Ciel into his arms, bringing her to the bed, and carefully tucking her in.

"Can we open a window?" Ciel asked quietly.

Sebastian blinked. "...Yes…...What's the matter, Kitten? Do you feel like you have a fever?"

"No, I feel fine." Ciel replied, "It's just very warm in here."

It was not very warm in the room at all.

"Of course." Sebastian nodded and did as Ciel requested, walking over and opening one of the windows beside her bed. "Perhaps a cold glass of milk would help?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel snuggled into the pillows and nodded, her eyelids starting to get heavier and heavier.

Sebastian gently felt Ciel's forehead before he left the room.

To Sebastian's relief, Ciel's skin was cool to the touch, but her complaint sent Sebastian walking quickly down the hallway with nervous excitement.

Sebastian wondered if Ciel feeling so suddenly overheated meant that…..

While Ciel waited on Sebastian and her glass of milk, she slipped in and out of a light sleep in her bed.

While Ciel dozed, Undertaker's carriage pulled up, and stealthily, the reaper scaled the outside of Phantomhive Manor, making his way up to Ciel's bedroom, expecting to find Sebastian.

Ciel rolled onto her side when an uncomfortable cramp overtook the lower part of her spine.

Ciel waited for the ache to pass but when it only increased, she opened her mouth to cry out for Sebastian, just as Undertaker stepped through the open window in her room…...