Author's Note: Happy Belated Easter! Let's hope the pink bunny didn't get any scares delivering eggs this year. Poor little guy's gone through enough, as far as we know. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check out The Nightmare Before Christmas, that'll clue you in. The movie, based on a poem, is the imagination sparker of many, including myself. None of us own it, unless Tim Burton's writing fanfiction and we don't know about it. Come on Tim, show yourself! Then again, Danny Elfman and Henry Selick could always be incognito too, so could any Disney or Touchstone Picture workers, or Capcom gaming people for that matter. Yeah, I'll stop this before it gets too paranoid.

"Come along now. We can talk in the gardens," Venus said to Jack and Sally as she practically glided ahead of the couple.

"Are you ok?" Sally whispered to Jack as they followed the goddess.

"Better than before," Jack whispered back to Sally before looking ahead to Venus. "You know, I don't like where this is all going."

"Neither do I. Think if we run now, she'll notice?"

"I've seen her angry, and to be honest, it's scary. We shouldn't risk it."

"Wow," Sally said. "Wish I had some Deadly Nightshade right about now."

"You and me both," Jack replied before they both bumped into a paused Venus.

"What are you two murmuring about?" she asked the pair, crossing her arms and tapping her right foot curiously.

"Murmuring, us? No, we were just, um... Sally, what were we talking about?"

"Let's see, it was all about... six?"

"Yes! Six."

"Six?" Venus asked in a slightly skeptical tone. "Six what?"

"You know, six," Sally said. "The word you told me."

"You two are so adorably innocent," Venus giggled as they stepped out into the gardens.

"Ah!" Jack exclaimed as he covered his eye sockets upon catching a glimpse of the garden's flowers. "I've never seen so many colors in my afterlife, and I've been to Christmas Town."

"The flowers cause you pain?" Venus asked as she sat herself at a round table.

"No," Jack said as he reopened his eye sockets and blinked a few times. "Just something to get used to. Very different."

"I do not recall them causing you pain," Venus said to Sally as they sat down. "Then again, you seem to be more used to color," the goddess added, looking at Sally's patched dress.

"I guess," Sally said before changing the subject. "There are a few more chairs, are there going to be other people joining us?"

"My son should be returning in a while with the Stork. Psyche should be coming along as well. She is expecting, you know."

"We remember," Jack said cheerfully. "How is she feeling?"

"Under the weather, unfortunately. Poor thing throws up at least once every two hours."

"Is that normal?" Sally asked.

"It is. Pregnancy is a rare stage in life that is both beautiful and ugly, if I do say so myself."

"Pregnancy? I thought she was expecting," Jack said as he began to scratch his head in confusion.

"That is another way to put it, a figure of speech," Venus said.

"Oh. Like a mortal saying they're dead tired when they're still alive. Got it," Jack concluded proudly.

"Is she throwing up because she's nervous?" Sally asked. "She shouldn't be, she looks like she'd be a good mother."

"No. Just another, erm, 'mechanism' of the female body. Hormones fluctuate and all kinds of madness happen. Just think of menstruation, which, praise the gods, halts during pregnancy," Venus said before looking over to Jack, "Sorry if this talk offends you, Jack. I know it is not customary for men to speak of such things. They can be disgusted by it. Women too to be quite honest."

"That's ok. I have no idea what you're talking about anyway," Jack replied.

"Neither do I," Sally added. "I lost you at menstation."

"Missing a few letters there, love. It's men-stru-ation."

"Right. What is that?" Sally asked, immediately regretting she even posed the question when Venus' jaw dropped wide open.

"Let me get this gathered. You have no idea what menstruation is?" Venus asked.

"None whatsoever."

"You are by far the luckiest woman in the known UNIVERSE!" Venus exclaimed, standing up and raising her arms to the skies. "To think, a grown woman who does not have to deal with month after month of... uh-oh."

"Uh-oh?" Sally asked.

"Is this a good or bad uh-oh?" Jack asked when Venus sat back down.

"Bad uh-oh. Very bad uh-oh."

"Why?" the couple asked, surprisingly in unison.

"If you do not menstruate, then that means you do not have a womb. If you do not have a womb, you cannot carry a child."

"Now just wait a minute!" Jack exclaimed, getting up indignantly. "Sally does too have a room. We share one. And she has arms, so she can carry anything she wants. She and I both carried Takoda when we had him. And what do rooms have to do with arms? I thought we were getting answers!"

"Jack, calm down," Sally said, grabbing his right arm.

"I said womb," Venus said, stressing the 'b' in the word. "Not room. It is an organ in the female body that houses a child until it is born."

"Oh," Jack said, sitting back down, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Well, I don't have any organs," Sally said to Venus before she bit her lip awkwardly.

"No organs? Dear, what do you have?"

"Leaves, mostly. Then there's electricity that courses through me, and a soul too."

"Oh my. This is going to be much harder than I thought," Venus said before another person walked into the gardens.

She was lovely as ever, if looking a bit paler than usual. Psyche wasn't beginning to physically show her impending motherhood quite yet. Though, the bucket she seemed to be lugging around seemed to give a clue that she wasn't in her best shape. She nodded politely to Jack and Sally before whispering something to Venus that made the goddess' eyes widen. Venus reluctantly excused herself before running back into the temple at light speed. At that point, Psyche sat herself at the table across from Jack and Sally.

"Is everything alright?" Sally asked Psyche, who was suppressing the urge to use her bucket at the moment.

"I've heard you two are looking for a little one for yourselves," Psyche said, taking a deep breath. "I think it's sweet. Congratulations."

"Thank you," Jack started, "but we really have no clue how to have a baby. Frankly, Venus hasn't been helping us as much as we hoped."

"Oh no! What has that loon put you through?"

"Well, first Jack had to drop his knickers. Venus wasn't too happy about finding nothing," Sally said.

"Jack, you're a skeleton," Psyche said to the confounded Pumpkin King. "What would she find?"

"I'd tell you, but I don't want to offend a mother-to-be," Jack said, crossing his arms and nodding to Sally to continue.

"Then, Venus was shocked to hear I didn't menstruate, whatever that is. Apparently, I don't have a womb and can't carry a child. I have arms though, but I don't think they matter."

"Sally, I'm sure when Venus gets back, she'll get her act together. I can answer any questions either of you have too. Besides, I might have to for a while."

"Why would you have to do that, Psyche?" Sally asked.

"Saint Valentine stormed into the temple just when I did. He was very intent on seeing Venus right now. Chances are he's going to be yelling at her about something or other."

"With our luck, it's probably our fault he's here," Jack sighed. "All we want to know is how we can start a family if and when we decide to. Is it really that big a deal?"

"It shouldn't be, but it is," Psyche said, shaking her head.

"So much for simple answers," Sally said to Jack.

"Now, now, don't give up yet. I for one am not going to let you two leave here empty-handed. After all, I'm having a baby myself. Who better to give answers than me?" Psyche asked before the urge to use her bucket really overpowered her. "Excuse me," she said as she ran off with the bucket into a secluded place for her to use it.

"Jack, I'm a bit scared."

"Me too, and I'm supposed to be the scare master."

"If we even have a family, can we wait until we've been married for, I don't know, a hundred years?" Sally asked.

"By this point, I was thinking about starting after a thousand years," Jack replied.

Jack and Sally looked at each other for a moment before laughing at the same time. This was all so silly and serious, they had no idea how to feel. They sat closer together as they waited for Psyche to come back, so close that Sally rested her head against Jack's chest. Was it worth all this discombobulation and madness to have children of their own? Was it even possible? Well, one thing was certain- they weren't leaving until they found something, anything out for sure.

Cupid's so busted when he comes home! What does Saint Valentine have to say about all of this? Can Psyche really give any help to the innocent pair? What answers, if any, will Jack and Sally leave with? Stick around to find out. (Re-edit Comment: Oh such confusion over something so sweet and innocent. Life's a real kick in the pants sometimes.)