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Hey guys, I know that it has been a longggg while since I last undated this, but what can I say? I write when I have something to write about. Thank you to Dragoon-Yue, I'm sure that you'll be able to pick out the idea that cam from you. Lol. Many reader's mentioned cravings, and I did take that to heart. And a big thank you to all my reviewers, you're so awesome. I looked and saw 71 reviews, and I was like 'where did these come from?' So thank you again! And to my flamers, based on what you wrote I don't even think you know what Chrno Crusade even is.

And the Baby count is: Boys- 1

Girls- 3

Twins- 18 (hmm I wonder what their baby/ies will be?)

Rosette is pregnant, making her more moody (and murderous) than ever. What's a poor Chrno to do?
Azamaria sat crossed legged before him with a grave air of gravity. She leant forward over the table ever so slightly and took a delicate sip of water. Lowering the glass a fraction of an inch from her mouth she stared her amethyst eyes straight into his crimson ones.

"Its called," A slight pause here, amethyst eyes shifting back and forth nervously. "'nesting'."

Chrno leant towards Az, hands placed delicately on the table.

"Nesting?" Chrno asked voice unsure.

"Yes, nesting." Az responded, nodding her affirmation. She gave another quick look around.

Quick to pick up on the source of her uneasiness Chrno put her fear to rest. "Rosette's at home resting."

Azamaria visibly relaxed, sinking back into her chair, and placed the glass down on the table.

"Nesting," Az continued, "is when a mother is preparing to make a place in the world from which to rear her child. In a human it manifests itself in emotionally unstable pregnant women in the form of constant redecorating."

"Hmmm…" Chrno sank back into his chair, mood quite pensive.

Rosette was now three and half months pregnant, and the last three months had been a total nightmare. She experienced cravings of the most exotic sort, the most recent being Belgium chocolate at two o'clock in the morning. A problem when you lived in New York and your wife wouldn't settle for anything less than right from the 'source'.

If Rosette had been hesitant with using his powers when she was his contractor, as his wife she had no qualms at all. It had taken a couple hours to get there and back, and Chrno was just thankful that Rosette had eaten the chocolate, despite the fact that upon his arrival she had spontaneously switched to Swiss chocolate straight from Switzerland. Never mind the fact that Switzerland imported all its coco beans.

When Az had discreetly dropped him a note when eating lunch at the Order with Rosette telling him to meet her at Ben's Bistro at 3:30 Chrno had been a bit more than somewhat confused. Upon entering the well furnished restaurant and meeting with a serious Az, not at all like her normal easy going personality, he had begun to worry.

And it turns out with good reason too.

Az had been doing some investigating, and 'nesting' had come up. Rosette had already been wandering about the house pulling furniture from room to room rearranging things. Last week, hehad come across some baby shoes added to the small of pile of Rosette's and his own shoes and upon questioning she had merely laughed at it and mentioned that they should get some stuff for the baby. She was obviously waiting for him to make the first move.

If there was one thing that Chrno was not, it would be a coward. He had faced down hundreds of demons, all of varying strengths. He had faced Rosette's temper and lived to tell the tale. He come so close to losing her, a fate that he would have died from too. But going baby shopping…

That scared the hell out of him.

The mobiles, cribs, bottles, dolls, rocking chairs. He had no clue what a baby would need, and that scared him. How different would a demon-human mixed child be from a normal human baby? Would they be good parents? Would he be a good father? He would love them thats, for sure. But would be able to take care of them? Protect them? It would be foolish to say that he and Rosette were stil alive without making any enimes. Chrno was afraid that going baby shopping would only amplify all his fears.

Silly, but true.

Sighing Chrno stood up and thanked Az for her time. He walked outside the bistro and down a familiar street, pushing open a glass door and barely acknowledging the accompanying ring he marched up to the counter.

"Do you have any books on babies?"

Rosette lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling shrouded in shadows. Much of how her life had been. Had she ever been able to live her own life? All her decisions were decided by her, but there was always some other factor influencing her to take the rockier road. Oh well, it's character building, after all, if things hadn't turned out the way they did, then she wouldn't have Chrno. Now after things had settled down, Joshua being back to normal, Aion defeated, Chrno in adult form, her life span back to its fullest capacity, she would finally have the time and ability to fully indulge herself.

There were many great things on the horizon. The most prominent being the growing child in her womb. Rosette gently placed her hand on her still flat stomach, or was it still flat? She rubbed her hand over her midriff, there seemed to be a slight bulge on her normally flat stomach. Or maybe she was just paranoid.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

It was time to get some help.

She discreetly edged over to Chrno, closing was little space was left between them. Keeping one hand on her stomach she placed her other hand on his stomach and gently shook him. The demon's stomach was hard, obviously very built and… flatter than hers? What the hell was with that? Life was so unfair! She shook harder.

Chrno gave a slight groan of frustration and snaked one arm around his wife's body. He placed a gentle kiss in her hair in an attempt to clam her down. It was too early for her mood swings.

"Rosette. What's wrong?" He asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"Feel my stomach." Rosette whispered urgently.

Chrno gently placed his hand over her womb; he smiled at the thought of the life growing underneath his hand.

"Is it bigger?" She asked.

"Bigger?"

"Is it bigger?" She repeated the question. "My stomach?"

Was this a trick question? Women were supposed to grow bigger right?

"Yes, a little bit."

"Does that mean that I'm fat?"

"No, it means that you're just right."

Rosette seemed to ponder this for a moment before falling back asleep.

He gave an inward sigh of relief. Disaster had been adverted.

A second later Rosette flipped around in his embrace and buried her nose into his chest. He smiled into her hair and held pulled her closer, only to be stopped by a slight pressure on his stomach.

"Rosette… Wha…?" Chrno mumbled half asleep.

"You're skinner than I am." She mumbled into his chest.

Chrno had no idea what to say. Deny it and have her accuse him of lying? Or agree with her and probably be kicked out of the bed. A lose-lose situation. Those were never good. He needed a distraction. Now.

"Baby shopping." Chrno managed to croak out. "We should start buying stuff for the baby."

"That's a great idea." Rosette beamed up at him, stomach crisis apparently forgotten.

"I got come baby books today to look at." Chrno said, "Some of them were name books. I know that we had been tossing a few around, but maybe a book will help us out."

"Go to sleep." Rosette whispered. "We'll discuss this in the morning."

And for the first time an two months both Chrno and Rosette had more than five consecutive hours of sleep.

"Margery."

"No."

"Lucy."

"No."

"Emily."

"No."

"Caitlin."

"No."

"Ingrid."

"No."

"Rosette!" Chrno cried exasperated.

"Perfect." Rosette replied smugly.

"No I didn't mean it as name. We can't name our baby after you."

"What's wrong with that?" Rosette raised an eyebrow.

"It would be too confusing. You would never know which Rosette I would be talking about, Sr. or Jr."

"Fine. How about boy names?"

"Derek?"

"Maybe."

"Bert?"

"No."

"Thomas?"

"No."

"Ryan?"

"Not bad."

"Emile?"

"No."

"Fine why don't you think of any names."

"I did."

Chrno raised his head and looked at her with amused eyes. "Molly-Anne and Tum-Tum? Think harder."

"Fine, fine no need to get snappish." Rosette said, slightly miffed, after all they seemed like perfectly good names to her.

"We've been at this for five hours."

"And as soon as we find a name well go have lunch."

"We have six months."

"What if the baby was early? Better be prepared, we can't just call it baby for the first couple weeks of its life."

"It won't be that early."

"You never know…"

"Casandra."

"… Its… Gorgeous."

"Lunch?"

"Clayton."

"Casandra and Clayton, we're set."

"Lunch?"

"Lunch."

"I'll cook."

"But-"

"Last time you got near the stove you shot it. I'll cook."

"Fine."

-End Ch. 3-

My reason for putting almost pure dialogue in the last section would be so that the reader could imagine the tone of voice for themselves. I feel that it would be more effective and adds a bit of comic relief. Some might disagree, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Well I hope you all like it!

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