"Cheers!" the gathering clamored, champagne glasses clinking as they toasted to the newlyweds. Sebastian hadn't taken his eyes - or his hands - off of Ciel since the festivities began. He was completely engrossed in his bridal glow, the perfection of his smile, and the shimmering of his eyes.

"Have you decided where you're honeymooning?" Mey-Rin asked excitedly.

"Oh, I don't know," Ciel replied, looking quizzically up at him. A grin broke on his face at his flustered reaction to realizing he'd been staring this entire time. "W-we hadn't yet discussed it."

"I'll take you wherever you want to go, even if we have to leave Earth to get there," he said, leaning down and kissing his ear. It thrilled him to see how quickly it turned red, along with the rest of his face.

"Sebastian!" he gasped with a heady sigh, despite his embarrassed expression.

"Ugh. He's so in love, it's making me sick," Elizabeth sobbed, pressing her champagne glass to her heart. "When are you two going to make me an aunt?"

"W-what?" Ciel startled, flushing even darker as he pressed closer to him. "We haven't discussed that, either!"

Elizabeth was wicked for that. The prospect of getting Ciel pregnant made his cock twitch. If only it were possible, there'd be no end to how many children he'd bless him with.

"I'm just saying, don't make me wait long," she laughed, taking a sip of her champagne. "My husband and I aren't planning to have children, and you know I need someone to spoil."

"No children?" Ciel repeated, his brow furrowing. "But you've always wanted children . . ."

"Well . . . it's different now," she said with a sad smile. "I'm not the spoiled little girl that has to have her way anymore. My husband's happiness is my ultimate goal."

"Your happiness is important, too," Sebastian said, tightening his hold on Ciel's waist. In his opinion, being the husband, he would sacrifice anything and everything to make his wife happy.

"I'll be okay," she said, her eyes shimmering. "I know you two will have them for me . . ."

"Yeah," Ciel replied with an awkward laugh. "Just lend me your uterus."

The group immediately became quiet, and Ciel's eyes widened in horror as he clasped a hand over his mouth.

"That was so inappropriate, Lizzie," he said, moving from Sebastian to grab her arms. "I'm an idiot for saying that! I'm so sorry!"

"No . . . don't be sorry," she said, staring into his eyes intensely. She'd initially looked gobsmacked, but it quickly transformed into a dazzling smile. "I will lend you my uterus. Why don't I be your surrogate?"

"What?" Ciel and Sebastian said at once.

"Elizabeth," Mey-Rin gasped.

"I want that experience, so badly, Ciel," Elizabeth said, a tear dropping down her cheek. "If I don't get to have it for me . . . please let me have it for you."

Ciel stared at her for a moment before looking back at Sebastian. He could see the war taking place in his beloved's heterochromatic eyes, and he felt an intense mix of emotions. He wanted his opinion. He wanted him to be okay with this. He wanted to please him, and that made his heart - and loins - burn with love.

He nodded his approval, and to see Ciel's face alight like fireworks made his heart skip. He would never tire of seeing that big, genuine smile.

"Yes, Elizabeth," he said excitedly. "A million times yes!"

"Oh my goodness!" she cried, enveloping him in a tight hug as they bounced up and down.

Mey-Rin sobbed, clapping loudly for them and causing the rest of the reception to confusedly join in.

"Now that's going to be an impossible wedding gift to top," a mischievous voice said, and they all turned to see Grell approaching, dressed in a shimmering red cocktail dress. "What if I wanted to lend them my uterus?"

"You mean lend my husband your backside?" Ciel said, stepping in front of Sebastian territorially.

A jealous Ciel? If he kept surprising him like this, he was going to tear his clothes off and make him cry right in the middle of this reception. He grinned as he wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"My my, Mrs. Michaelis," Grell replied in a biting tone, whipping out a black fan and covering his face. "Green doesn't suit you this way. I know when I've been . . . bested in love," he said, his eyes misty as he glanced away from their PDA. "But I was being genuine . . . if I had a uterus, I would have loved to contribute to the expansion of your family."

"Just the sentiment will do," Sebastian replied, not sparing Grell a single glance as he ran his nose over Ciel's hair. "Thank you for coming to the ceremony."

"O-of course," Grell replied, his face flushing in defeat. "My real wedding present will be sent in the mail. Congratulations."

With that, he turned on his heel and left the reception with his date, who looked like Claude, but he couldn't tell, nor cared to.

Ciel suddenly turned in his arms, looking up at him flustered.

"H-he called me Mrs. Michaelis," he said, slapping his hands over his burning cheeks. "I am Mrs. Michaelis!"

"Keep saying it, and I might have to show everyone else," he growled, lifting him slightly in his arms and burying his face back in his neck. He was seconds away from full on groping his ass.

"O-okay then!" Elizabeth said with an awkward laugh. "I'll be in touch! Come on, Mey-Rin," she said, grabbing her hand and hastily escaping elsewhere.

Ciel laughed, wrapping his arms around his neck as he continued to hold him suspended against him.

"I didn't know you had a jealous streak, my love," Sebastian said, pulling away to look at him.

Ciel shrugged a shoulder, all the fierceness of earlier dissipating into shyness.

"I don't want anyone to think they still have a shot at what's mine," he said lowly. Sebastian's eyes glowed with hunger.

"That's it. Say goodbye to your friends," he hissed, setting him back on his feet. "The reception is over."


Sebastian rolled off of him, keeping his arm around his shoulders as he sighed with contentment.

"I'm . . . gonna have to get used . . . to that," Ciel panted, drenched from exertion.

"Don't worry. We'll start working out," Sebastian smirked, pulling him close to plant a kiss on his head. "I need your endurance to be higher than this, because I'm far from done."

"Ohoho," Ciel said, placing a hand on the side of his chest. "It's a good thing I can't get pregnant."

The smile on Sebastian's face faltered, and Ciel shook his head.

"N-no, I don't mean it like that!"

"Do you not want children?" he asked, his voice clear with concern.

Ciel was quiet for a moment, before sitting up and looking down at him.

"I . . . I think I do . . . " he whispered.

"Don't have them for me, Ciel," he replied gravely.

"No! I mean . . . of course I do," he said, a small smile coming to his face. "I want to have a family with you."

Sebastian grinned with pride.

"But, aren't you afraid?"

He sat up then, a serious look on his face.

"I'm not afraid of anything," he said, kissing his lips. "And whatever you're afraid of, I'll take care of it."

Ciel smiled tenderly, caressing his cheek.

"I know you will . . . but I'm not afraid for me," he said, turning away contemplatively. "I'm afraid for our children. With everything we've done in the past? I mean . . . I know it was all for the greater good, but . . . what if someone tries to hurt them to hurt me?"

"I will never allow that to happen," he growled, dragging Ciel to him protectively. "I'll unleash hell on Earth to defend our family. No harm will ever come to you, or them, or anyone you care about. Not while I'm still breathing. I promise."

Ciel pulled away, his eyes full of tears as he looked at him.

"You're perfect," he whispered emotionally. "I'm the luckiest wife in the world."

"You're about to be the luckiest mother in a moment," he chuckled, dragging Ciel back into his lap. "If I could, I'd give you at least 13 children."

"Sebastian!" Ciel cried as he sucked his nipple. "Elizabeth is not bearing us 13 children! Let's just be satisfied with one!"

"One to start, right?"

When he saw the stern look on Ciel's face, he burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay! Whatever you desire, my love," Sebastian laughed, flipping him on his back and mounting him.