AN: I was trapped at my little sister's baton competition for twelve hours and so I wrote three chapters...

Bagdwella sat down with a sigh. The mid day rush was getting harder and harder for her to handel, especially on the days when Bular had meetings with the Trollhunter and Arrrgh. Today, however, she was closing shop early.

Barbara and Lenora were coming to help her whelp proof the keep. Then, after they left, her and Bular would make a nest and go baby shopping. She closed her eyes and rubbed her rounded belly, getting a little more relaxing in before they arrived.

"Bagdwella!"

Her eyes snapped open and she sat upright. Her twin sister stood in the door of her shop.

"Sagdwella!? What are you doing here?" She scooted closer to here desk, hoping Sagdwella hadn't noticed she was pregnant.

She was not going to tackle that conversation alone.

"I wrote to you asking for the Esrituv stone. You never answered," Sagdwella put her hands on her hips, "I wrote asking if you were alright. You never answered. You could have been dead for all I knew!"

"I'm just fine. There was no need to worry."

"Well, how was I suposed to know that?! Then there was that Eternal Night! I've heard Gunmar and Bular were there! I truly don't know how the Trollhunter managed it."

Bagdwella felt rage boil in her belly, both for her husband an her friend, "I'm sorry. I've been very busy. And I still am, so I can't have any visitors today. Please leave."

"Not without the -"

"I brought pie!" Barbara sang as she and Lenora ambled in.

"And I brought snacks for-Oh..."

Bagdwella shot here friends a pleading, desperate look. Barbara recovered first.

"Just some snacks for while we set up for the sale."

"You must be Sagdwella," Lenora set her pie on the desk aand offered a hand to the trollsess, "I'm Lenora Scaarbach. Bagdwella's told us a lot about you."

Sagdwella looked affronted and backed away, "Fleshbags! What are fleshbags doing in Trollmarket?!"

"Well, I've been coming to Trollmarket for almost seventeen years, and Lenora has for twelve years. But, these days, all of Arcadia knows about Trolls and Trollmarket."

"And, we aren't exactly 'fleshbags'," Lenora fluttered her wings.

"They're the Trollhunter's family andd part of his team," Bagdwella grinned smugly, "Now, as Barbara said, we need to get to work setting up."

"Not without knowing more about this. I thought the Trollhunter was that handsome flying troll with the lovely serpentine skin. How are these two his family?"

"Hey," Barbara raised an eyebrow nddd crossed here arms, "That's my handsome, serpintine skined husband. And Lenora is married to his brother."

"And we both have three kids with our husbands." Lenora crossed her arms.

"His brother? The Trollhunter is married to a fleshbag? What would that make your whelps?"

Bagdwella was getting angrier and angrier with the way her sister kept saying 'fleshbag' like it was a bad thing. Before she could say anything, however, Jim flew in and tumbled to a halt at his mother's feet.

"Oof...I need to work on my landings. Oh! Mum, Da says he and Uncle Arrrgh are almost donee with...Uncle..." he looked between the twin trollesess and detransformed, "Aunt Dwella...Why are there two of you?"

"Little Trollhunter, this is-"

"AH! Changling! Impure!"

"My sister. Sagdwella. Sag' this is my godson. James Atlas Strickler. Jim for short."

"Polymorph actually," Jim crossed his arms.

Bagdwella's vision began to swim as a wave of nausea overtook her. She slammed a hand over her mouth and clutched her belly. Barbara was by her side in a heartbeat.

"What do you need, Dwella?"

"T-Toilet," Bagdwella groaned, "Fast!"

"Jim," Barbara turned, "Why don't you take Ms. Sagdwella to meet your father?"

Jim took his que and adopted his English accent to try and sway Sagdwella, "Would you like to meet the Trollunter? Da's just in the Hero's Forge right now."

Sagdwella leaned back, "...Fine..."

Jim grabbed her hand and led her out. As soon as they were gone, Bagdwella lept out of her seat and dashed to the toilet. She emptied out her breakfast.

"Dwelly?" Bular aentered and knelt by her side.

"It's just third trimester morning sickness," Barbara assured them, standing by Bagdwella's other side "She'll be fine in a bit."

Bular rubbed Bagdwella's back until she finished. Then he scooped her up and carried her back into the shop.

"My sister's here," Bagdwella warned, resting her head against his shoulder, "Think you're ready for that?"

"It can't be any worse than when you met my sister, "Bular nuzzled her hair.

"Don't be to sure of that," Lenora sat on the table, "I was about ready to deck her myself. At least with Gunra we knew what to expect."

Barbara nodded, "Oh, if Jim hadn't come in when he did, I would have. You said she was opinionated, Dwella. That doesn't beging to cover it."

An earsplitting screatch rang threw the shop as Sagdwella ran in.

Bular cringed, "Ah. So it's a family trait."

"Don't worry, Sweet Bun. I think 'baby baglar' is gong to love you."

"Put my little sister down, you brute!"

"You're only six minutes older them me," Bagdwella grumbled.

"Where's Jim?" Barbara asked.

"Baggie...you...you're pregnant!?"

Bagdwella rolled her eyes, "Yes. And married, too. Between all of that andd the Eternal Night, I haven't had the time to write any letters. Maybe, try getting a cellphone."

"Where's Jim?!" Barbara asked again.

"Married? To whom!?" Sagdwella looked like she was having a heart attack.

The rest of the group blinked at her for a moment. Then Bagdwella hooked one claw around Bular's horns and pulled him down into a kiss.

"That's revolting."

Barbara growled and her eyes glowed blue with her magic, "Where. Is. JIM?"

The teenage Polymorph dashed in on all fours and slid to a halt in front of Bular and Bagdwella. His fur stood on end and his lips were all pulled back in a snarl. Walt and Otto ran in behind him.

"Jim! What happened!?"

"She did!" Jim snarled, "She pushed me down the stares! She said she had to know what Aunt Dwella was hiding."

"And now she knows," Bagdwella put a hand on Jim's head, "Stand down, Little Trollhunter."

Jim's hair lie flat and he stopped snarling butt he continued to glare at Sagdwella.

Sagdwella glared right back, "Bagdwella, just give me the Esrituv and you'll never have to see me again."

"I can't. I gave it to Vendal, our Market Leader."

"What?! You gave our family heirloom away!?" Sagdwella was livid.

"Yes," Bagdwella stroked one of Bular's horns and nuzzled closer, "After we used it to prove Sweet Bun was innocent, Vendal and I talked at length before we decided it would be better put to use in future trials."

"Good thing, too," Walt smiled at them, "I would have been sent to the Deep if it weren't for that."

"If you want it back, Vendal's keep is at the base of the Heartstone. Go talk to him."

Sagdwella snarled and stormed out. Barbara looked Jim over to make sure he hadn't been to battered around by the steps. Bagdwella gasped and rubbed her belly. Bular putt one hand over hers and felt their whelp kick.

"That could have gone worse," He kissed his wife's rounded belly, "A lot worse."

"True," Bagdwella stroked his thick black hair, "She could have kidnaped you and held you and your nephew for randsom."

"Exactly!"