"We're still waiting on Anastasia and her husband to show up." spoke Andrea to the others while sitting down. A cloud of smoke poured out of her mouth as she did, making herself seem like some sort of personified dragon. "In the meantime, we need to find something to do."

"Any ideas?" Kristopherson asked, arm around his boyfriend as the both commandeered one of the couches.

"Well, we're all having dinner together to celebrate your father's knightship, so maybe he should choose."

"I have nothing." Mister Miles said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Well in that case, I'll just have to pick on Kris, since he's here." his wife said, causing his son to huff.

"Why do you always have to annoy me when I come over?" the wolfman indignantly asked.

"Because I love you and it's funny." Andrea bluntly replied. "I only get to see you so often! I miss my baby boy!"

"Mum!"

"Oh! I know!" declared the woman with a glint in her eye. Turning her attention to her son's boyfriend, she asked him: "Hey, Logan, wanna see Kristopherson's baby pictures?"

"MUM!"

Damn her! She was pulling a parent's ultimate trump card for embarrassing their child. She brought up the possibility of showing his boyfriend his baby pictures! Maybe Logan wouldn't go for it, however. Maybe he would politely decline like he always did with a friendly smile. Kristopherson's gaze turned to his boyfriend, hoping that he would come through for him and save him from embarrassment. Alas, what Kristopherson found instead on his beau's face was curiosity mixed with temptation.

"Sure." Absolute betrayal. Logan chose not to assist and was led astray be Andrea.

"Logan, why?" Kristopherson questioned, staring at his beau in disbelief.

"Why not? I bet you'd be cute!" the incubus innocently answered, sparking the wolfman's mother to stand up again.

"I'll get the photo albums!" she excitedly declared before scampering off. With a furrowed brow, Kristopherson turned back to Logan.

"How would you like it if I asked your mum to show me pictures of you as a little kid?"

"Fat chance. Photographs are a recent thing in Gehenna, so pictures of me from back then don't exist!" the other said with a somewhat cocky grin. "You're not missing much, though. Just picture a pudgy baby, but blue."

"And with horns and a tail?" poked the wolfman, but his boyfriend only shook his head.

"Tails are really, really short when we're born, and horns only start to come in when we hit puberty, so it's not that much different."

"Blue, beardless, and with no horns? Now that's just silly." Kristopherson teased.

"Whatever... furball."

"What do you look like as a werewolf, Kris?" questioned the man's father with an arched brow. He was genuinely curious, as he, like most human beings, had never seen an honest-to-God werewolf in the flesh before.

"Like a big, hairy, buff guy with a tail and a wolf's head." Logan answered for the wolfman, explaining it rather concisely.

"Just like in the movies, then?" Mister Miles questioned.

"Maybe. I haven't seen a werewolf movie before. Movies that depict supernaturals aren't popular in Gehenna. They're too inaccurate and kind of offensive."

"Oh… I had no idea."

"I don't turn into a mindless monster that wants to eat people, so there's that." Kristopherson chimed in to finally talk about himself. "I'm just bigger and fuzzier. Also, it's hard to use appliances because of my claws. And I'm starving. My food bill is high around that time of the month."

"How much food do you eat?" his father asked.

"Lots. The butcher I go to thinks I throw a massive feast every month." the wolfman said before pausing to think. "Actually, I'm kind of hungry right now… Are there any more tarts left?"

"There's not going to be any left for your sister if you eat them all..."

"If I eat them all and throw away the box, she'll never know the difference." Silently, Logan watched his face until he felt the incubus' gaze on him. "What?"

"I'm still amazed that you still feel like you're convincingly able to pretend you're not like your mother." his beau stated, causing his father to laugh loudly and abruptly.

"You're right. Kristopherson always took after his mother. According to the both of them, Anastasia took after me." Christopher said. "The two of them are both so mean."

"Who's mean?" Andrea innocently inquired with a smile, leaving the two supernaturals in a rather peculiar place as spectators to whatever it was that was about to happen next.

"You and Kristopherson are." Mister Miles replied, surprising his son.

"Oh. Yeah. We are. You love us anyway, though." his wife stated before sitting down on the couch next to Logan with her photo album. "Anyway, Logan, wanna see what a tiny Kris looks like?"

"I was born ready, Missus Miles." answered the incubus, leaving his boyfriend powerless to do anything but watch in horror as his mother showed Logan the images.

Plain brown hair and chubby cheeks were both things that Kristopherson dreaded, yet here they were again, staring at him and his beau. His mother even had the audacity to show Logan pictures of him in nothing but a diaper or sitting on the toilet. This was the worst. How on earth could Andrea say she loved him and do this to him? It was inconceivable.

"You were very cute, Kris." the incubus said with a big smile. "Look at that little face!"

"Um, excuse you? Why the past tense?" the wolfman questioned.

"Because you keep asking questions like that." Brutal. Absolutely brutal. While Logan was goodnatured and kind in most cases, with Kristopherson, he revealed that his tongue was actually quite sharp.

Kristopherson simply hoped that this would end soon, as there was nothing he could do to stop it. His image, which he had worked so hard to cultivate into what it was was destroyed in a matter of moments. Every moment after that was simply rubbing in more shame and embarrassment for the sake of being cruel. He sat there waiting, hoping, and praying for someone or something to rescue him from this nightmare. Eventually, it came in the form of the doorbell ringing.

"I'll get it." He declared, standing abruptly before fleeing the room. The wolfman practically launched himself toward the door, pulling it open forcefully in a way that startled those on the other side.

"Anastasia help me. She's showing my baby pictures to my boyfriend." he said immediately upon seeing his sister. When his brain caught up with the rest of him, he remembered that she didn't come alone. Anastasia stood there, shocked in the doorway with his husband, Lawrence, close behind. Looking over at the man, he casually added: "Oh, hi, Lawrence."

"Hello." spoke the rather radiant man with a wide smile. Although fall was in the air, it felt like it was spring again, as flowers seemed to bloom around him.

"You're not even going to say 'hi' to me?" Anastasia questioned with an amused look on her face.

"These are desperate times, Ana." stated her brother. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"No." the woman answered before gently nudging her sibling to the side so that she and her spouse could walk through the door.

Whipping his head around to follow her as she passed him by, Kristopherson's face suddenly became very grave. "Ana, you're ignoring a very serious possibility."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"What if she tries to show Lawrence your baby pictures?"

Pausing, the woman stopped dead in her tracks. "She has to be stopped."

"What's wrong with having me see your baby pictures?" questioned Lawrence while arching a brow.

"That is not for you to decide." Taking a deep breath, Anastasia took a moment to compose herself. "Don't worry, Kris. I've got the perfect distraction."

Walking further into the house, she found everyone else, leading the two men behind her as she went. Upon getting the attention of her parents, both of them stood up to greet her. Andrea left the photo album in Logan's lap, which he found more interest in than he did in Anastasia's arrival, so Anastasia's arrival so far had not helped Kristopherson in the slightest.

"Anastasia, darling~!" Andrea said, holding her arms out wide.

Wrapping them around her daughter, the pair of them kissed each other's cheeks before Mister Miles was able to do the same. After greeting his daughter, the patriarch of the Miles clan turned his attention to Lawrence and hugged him as well. The two were master and servant in the Devil Butler movie franchise, and were still on very much good terms.

"I hear that you've been being mean to Kris again, mum." Anastasia jested lightly, already anticipating her mother's response.

"It's my job. Now that you're here, though, you'll get to share."

"Are you going to treat your grandchildren like this?" jested the younger.

"Probably." Andrea answered without even a second of hesitation.

"Liar." Christopher chimed in. "You'd spoil them rotten like every other grandmother in existence and you know it."

"Well, when the time comes, we'll see." the matriarch of the household retorted.

"You guys are still just as weird as ever." Anastasia fake chuckled. "By the way, I'm pregnant."

The silence that filled the house at that moment was so vast and so persistent that one could hear a pin drop. Both of the woman's parents stared at her, waiting to see if she would take back what she said as a joke or not. Even her brother stared at her with wide eyes. Then, everything went back into motion again, and her mother practically screamed.

"Ana! Darling! Congratulations!" With that, Andrea's arms were around her daughter. "I'm going to get started on clothes for the baby right away!"

"It's way too early to find out if it's a boy or a girl, mum!" her daughter laughed while hugging her back.

"Doesn't matter, darling, they're going to look fantastic, either way! Besides, colour-coating your children based on sex is so out of fashion!"

"Once again, I'm starting to feel old..." her father said, smiling all the same.

"You're not that old, 'grandpa'." Lawrence replied, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm old enough to have seen you in your teenage years, boy. I've seen you when you're not glamourous."

"Scary..." Mister Rose observed as he took his hand away.

"Dad, don't threaten my husband by revealing that he sometimes acts like a human being."

Meanwhile, while all of this was happening, Kristopherson stood off to the side and watched as all of this occurred. Anastasia successfully distracted their parents from teasing him further, but he didn't expect this. Wasn't she married only a year ago? Is this too soon to be having kids? Questions like these swirled around in his mind before he reached the discovery that this means that he was going to be an uncle in the very near future.

"Jesus Christ..." he spoke aloud. "I don't know the first thing about taking care of kids. Don't ask me to babysit."

"If you don't babysit, then what's the point of having a cool, sassy, gay uncle?" his sister questioned.

"To remind you of all the clothes you could be wearing when you get fat."

Purse still in hand, Anastasia took it upon herself to swat at the wolfman with it. "Shut up!"

"Having a belly is just a fact of being pregnant, Ana." Spoke their mother. "And getting unsolicited advice from your mother. Look forward to that, because I have a lot."

"Please no..."

"Did you know that Krisis what they call a 'platinum star'? He was born from a c-section."

"MUM!"

"Already knew it." Kristopherson declared while sitting down next to his own partner, who was still looking at the photo album in his lap. "Logan, why?"

"Because you're cute." the incubus said plainly. "I had a hard time imagining you without blond hair, before."

"That's what's got you so interested?" questioned the wolfman while making a skeptical face.

"Are you saying you wouldn't like to see pictures of me if they existed?"

Thinking about that for a moment, Kristopherson paused before nodding. "Yeah, I guess I would."

"Why are baby cheeks so cute? Both on their face and their rear..."

"STOP."

"But you're so pudgy and cute, Kris?"

"LOGAN, PLEASE."


A/N: Almost to 500 chapters, damn... There's no end in sight. Y'all still reading this?

Remember when these fellas were wee things? Remember when Anastasia was in school and Kristopherson was scrawny and not a werewolf? Time flies. He feels old.

I have a new thing I want to write... Dunno if I'm willing to call in an "arc", but it's gonna be fun. I just need Alois to be back out and about, first, because he's critical. It's not gonna be serious at all. I'm just gonna write dumb shit and after this next chapter, I should be able to get started. Probably. Unless something else comes up. Look forward to it.

Tell me what Anastasia should name the baby.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!