I have been so skimpy on author's notes, and I apologize. This chapter is shorter than the others because I lost the end of it, and had to try to re-write it from memory. But my memory's not that good, so, well, you know. This is chapter 9 of about 40. I'm currently writing chapter 15. So I'm still ahead of myself. Good. Thanks to the reviewers, you guys are my motivation.

The morning after was the most amazing thing in the world. Yamcha let us have his condo in the desert for a week, and as soon as the party was over, Goten and I swung home, grabbed our clothes, and left.

When the sun rises in the desert, it's the most beautiful scene ever. There are just so many colors reflecting off of the sand. And it's not beach sand. It's more of a reddish color, and not as fine. That's what makes it so beautiful. The sunrise never looks like that back home on the island.

And waking up in this huge bed with a huge window wrapped up in Goten just added to the perfect-ness of that morning.

He kissed my forehead and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful. How's my favorite wife this morning?"

"Tell your daughter to stop trying to demolish my insides, and maybe I'll be better."

"Wow," he snorted. "You sure know how to ruin a romantic moment. How is my little baby today?" He leaned down and kissed my belly. "Keeping Mommy up all night, are we? What a good little girl."

I smacked him lightly on the head. "So, we have a week in this place. What do you suppose we should do?"

"We could take a walk along the desert. It's just so beautiful here, and I can't wait to check the whole thing out. It's really an amazing thing."

It was, but 'Ten just got so cute when he got all excited like that, so I just smiled and nodded.

"Hey," I said, "we can do that tomorrow, can't we? Today, I think we should just lie in bed all day. Last night was a killer."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea to me." He pulled the covers back up to his chin, which made them over my head. I pushed them back down.

"'Ten, guess what?"

He opened one eye and rolled over.

"We're married," I said, before rolling over myself and smiling before I fell asleep.

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Wedding. Check. Done. Now, next on the list, is telling 'Ten. I was hoping I could hold off until at least March, but it was getting harder by the day. Especially on the honeymoon. So aside from trying to have fun, I spent that week worrying about how to tell him.

So this was my plan as of November 11: tell Goten the truth. Tell him about the kiss, and then my attempts to make it better. Tell him it was all a mistake and I guess just apologize.

But then I remembered Thanksgiving was coming up, and you don't tell someone that before Thanksgiving, right? And after Thanksgiving is Christmas, and that's just not a very Christmassy thing. And New Year's. You can't say New Year's with an 'I cheated on you'.

So I kept putting it off, to say the least. But the honeymoon was so beautiful. It was just this wonderful week, just me and 'Ten and no one else. Unless you count the baby. But still.

And as that week came to an end, and we started packing back up, I realized we'd have to go back to our old, normal, stressful life. And that sucked.

"Bulma wants me to go in for a sonogram when we get back. She said she wants to see how the baby's doing."

"Okay. Maybe she can prove it's a girl so I can say I told you so. And I can make my mother happy. She wants another little girl."

I snorted. "Well at least your parents aren't first-time grandparents. My father won't stop talking about how she's going to be so smart, and so beautiful and so sweet and peaceful. It's driving me absolutely crazy."

"Peaceful?" Goten asked. "Wait, you don't think she should fight? Mar, she's going to be a Son. Think of how strong she can be. Just think Marron, think of what she might be able to do. Don't you want that?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and covered my face with my hands. "I never thought about it."

He sat down next to me. "We're having this baby in five months. I think we should talk about this soon."

"I know I should have thought about it 'Ten, but it's been so hectic with the wedding and everything, I've been too busy to think."

"Hey, calm down babe. We can talk about this. We can do this, don't you think?"

Do this. Do this. Yeah, I was going to do this.

"Goten, I have something important to tell you. About the baby," I started.

He placed his hand over my stomach. "What is it? You didn't have that sonogram already and not tell me, did you? Because I definitely want to be there. I don't think there's nothing else in the world that would make me happier."

Damn. He was going to make it difficult, wasn't he? Maybe this wasn't the time. No, not on our honeymoon. It wasn't the time or place.

"No, I didn't go. There's no way would do that. It's just-- I um, want you to know there's no one else I would ever want to have this baby with. And I'm really happy about this one here. I think she'll do great. Whether she's a fighter or a great peacemaker."

Ick. I was the fakest person alive. It reminded me of that one song, the one that went 'Man will they buy all your lines?' It would only be a matter of time before someone could sense my fakeness.

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We got home on a Friday night to find our apartment decorated with balloons and banners and confetti. But no one was there. A note on the kitchen table said our parents came over that morning and did it, and when we went into the bedroom we found a beautiful new white bassinet, filled with stuffed animals, a wedding gift, another note said.

We also found our refrigerator had been stocked with food. It was definitely a good surprise after being away for a week. I thanked myself again and again for giving Mom and Daddy an extra key to the apartment.