Author's Note: Hark! It seems that I have some free time. We all know what that means. Remember, folks, I had nothing to do with the creation or success of The Nightmare Before Christmas. I am not Tim Burton or Danny Elfman or a member of either Disney or Touchstone Pictures. I play video games a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm part of Capcom either. I am an obsessed fan who just likes to write about it and such, that's all.

As Jack was trying to figure out how Rod B exactly slid into Rod Q of the hideously complicated play pen, Cupid had literally dropped into Valentine Town. He was filled with the sweet sense of establishing another love connection. Not only that, but he needed to inform someone about the current incident in Thanksgiving Town. Cupid knew of only one person who could handle the information. Saint Valentine himself would be busy, as always, and Cupid knew his mother would march her way right over to Thanksgiving Town herself if she heard of what happened. So, Cupid depended on his wife to hear him out.

"Psyche?" Cupid asked as he strolled into the spacious home he and Psyche shared. "Are you home, Love?"

"Coming," Psyche's voice said from a distance.

"Never mind, I will find you."

Cupid lifted himself off of the floor and began to search the entire manor. He dodged columns and brushed the murals on the ceilings with his wings before he stopped at the exit to the garden. It was here that he landed and walked outside. Psyche was sitting across from him and looking at the rose bushes as they began to bloom. She turned around the moment she heard his foot step on the grass.

"I take it you had a good day."

"Well, yes and no."

"You didn't prick yourself with another arrow, did you? I swear, you get clumsier with those things every day."

"No, no. My mission went just fine. Sarah Annison has finally found true love."

"That's nice, Dear."

"However, it seems that Thanksgiving Town is on the brink of a terrible conflict."

"What's going on?"

"Promise not to tell my mother?"

"You know we're hardly ever on speaking terms to begin with."

"Right. Anyway, the Natives who live near the Pilgrim settlement have experienced a horrible tragedy. One of their newborns has been stolen," Cupid said, immediately noticing the look of dread on Psyche's face.

"Stolen? The poor parents, as if they had enough things to worry about in the first place."

"I spoke with Jacob. He thinks it was done by the Village Elders. I can tell you right now I would not doubt that, especially after they allied with Eris."

"Poor child. One has to be so careful with children," Psyche said as tears formed in her eyes.

"Love, I apologize for giving you such distressing news."

"It's not the news, Cupid."

"What is it then?" asked the deity as he brushed Psyche's hair away from her face.

"It's just so ironic, really. You barged in here telling of a couple who has lost a child."

"Why is that ironic?"

"I know of a couple about to receive one," Psyche said as she grabbed one of Cupid's hands.

"Oh my," Cupid said as he sat down next to Psyche. "I'm so sorry. This is so stupid of me, telling you about a stolen baby when you are expecting."

"You didn't know. It's alright."

"How did you find out?"

"You know I've been feeling sick since a bit after the whole problem with Eris. I went to an Oracle on the outskirts of town this morning to see if she knew what was troubling me. She said that you and I are to become parents of a divine little cherub by winter."

"Mother must have been thrilled to find out she was going to be a grandmother," Cupid said sarcastically.

"Oh, she kicked me out of the Temple when I told her. She's probably still crying about it. The last thing I saw as I was whisked away from the grounds was Venus breaking a few mirrors and calling herself an old hag. I thought it was funny, to be honest."

"You know what? We can just forget about what she or anyone else thinks. I am happy and honored to have a child with you. I promise no one will ever lay a hand on him or her and that he or she will always have love in life."

"You better live up to that, you are the God of Love after all."

"You rest and take care of yourself. I'm going to help the Council find that child and return him to his proper home. I'll make sure those who took him will pay for their crime. If anyone ever did that to our child, well, I will not even begin to describe what I would do to them."

"Be careful, Cupid, and thank you. You're a wonderful husband and will be a wonderful father," Psyche said before kissing him fully on the lips.

"I'll return as soon as I can," Cupid said as he hugged Psyche goodbye. "Mr. Claus usually knows what to do when things like this happen. I'm going to inform him about this right away."

"Good luck," Psyche said before watching her husband take off to his next destination.

By the time Cupid had gone off to tell someone else about the missing child in Thanksgiving Town, Jack had finished putting together the play pen. Well, for the most part, anyway. See, Rod B and Rod Q were so frustrating that Jack threw them aside to begin with. However, Rods A-2, Z, X, and T-34 were no easier. It wasn't long until Jack used the rods to fashion some kind of tent frame on which he threw his jacket in top of. He then took a cushion from the couch and out it inside the tent and then placed two smaller pillows on top of it so that the baby would not turn over in his sleep.

"Well, what do you think?" Jack asked as Sally walked back into the room with Little Jack and the clean shirt.

"It certainly doesn't look that way on the box," Sally noted as she tilted her head slightly. "I like it though. Can I put him inside?"

"Of course, but first, I'll be needing my shirt," Jack said as he picked it off Sally's shoulder.

"Here you go, little one," Sally said as she placed the baby on the cushion inside the "adjusted play pen". "What are those other pillows for?"

"So he doesn't turn over in his sleep, that's kind of dangerous for little mortals," Jack said as he threw the shirt on and left it open.

"I think we should watch him, just to be sure he doesn't turn over anyway."

"Me too."

Without another word, Jack and Sally sat down on the floor in front of Little Jack's tent. They watched the baby breathe and move around in its sleep. For being so small, he was certainly active when he was dreaming. They wondered if he knew where he was at the moment, or if he remembered his parents. Jack also wondered something else, which he brought up after a while.

"Sally?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"What do you think of Little Jack here?"

"I think he's sweet, wetness and all. He really does tend to grow on me."

"Do you think, after we give him to mortal parents and we get married, we could have our own Little Jack?"

"I don't know, Jack. Maybe a while after we get married. You know, so it could be just be the two of us at first."

"Of course. We can take all the time in the world, as long as we need."

"And when we want to share our love with someone else, we can have a Little Jack of our own," Sally said.

"Or a Little Sally. A girl would be nice too," Jack said.

"Jack, how do we go about getting a baby of our own anyway?"

"I'm not sure."

"Do you remember anything from being alive that would tell us? I don't at all."

"Are you sure? Your soul's from the Real World too, and you were alive once."

"I know, but all I remember is Alice in Wonderland and a lot of rain and fog. Nothing about love or babies."

"Well, my memory's all fuzzy. I remember that there has to be a man and a woman present and that they don't have to be married, but it's usually the most socially accepted way for a baby to appear. Then there's kissing and something aboutthe Stork. Oh, and cabbage patches have been thrown in every once in a while. I don't remember why though."

"Well, we have the kissing part and the marriage will be taking place eventually."

"Yeah, but where can we findthe Stork and a cabbage patch?"

"We're going to have time to do that after we get married."

"You're right. Now we can focus on taking care of Little Jack."

"And kissing."

"Kissing?"

"Practice makes perfect, and since I don't see a stork or a cabbage patch here, kissing is the only thing we can go on right now," Sally said as she nuzzled her cheek against Jack's.

"Well, he is asleep," Jack reasoned.

Jack had no other chance to change his mind. Without a second thought, Sally kissed him, and he kissed right back. The rag doll reached beneath his open shirt and wrapped her arms around his chest as they sank to the floor. Neither heard the doorbell scream or the door open until it was too late.

"Jack! I found the perfect color!" the Mayor exclaimed before noticing that not only was Jack pinning Sally on the floor, but he seemed to be in a state of undress. "... I'll come back later," his Unhappy Face said before running out of sight.

"Of all times!" Jack exclaimed as he began to button his shirt. "I had better reassure him."

"What a shame, we were doing so well too," Sally said, blowing stray hairs out of her face.

"Hold that thought, I'll be right back," Jack said as he thought about taking his jacket before leaving without it.

Does the Mayor know how to crash a party or what? Oh well, Jack and Sally will have plenty of time for all of that other days. So, how will Santa Claus react to the whole Takoda situation? Will Cupid's new status as a soon-to-be-daddy make him a real nemesis to whoever stole the baby? And will Jack add more to his "extensive" knowledge of the origin of babies? More to come, so stay tuned. (Re-edit Comment: Those two never get a break. I almost feel bad. Almost.)