To Lyger 0: Her parents are overall well-meaning and supportive. Even if they hadn't been happy for them right away, they would have come around eventually.

To MiraculousReader: Both very good questions! In terms of who's next, there are a few other characters who are currently pregnant; we'll see which gets announced first. As far as Sabrina's superhero suit, it really won't matter all that much: very few people ever actually see her transformed, given that she typically stays in the rear.

Sabrina sat at the counter of her office kitchenette, typing a paper on her laptop, three textbooks spread out around her. She frowned, drawing in and releasing a breath slowly, and glanced down at the time: barely eleven. And yet, the words on the screen all started to blur together. After a moment of staring, she pushed the laptop away from her and closed her eyes, groaning in frustration. Had it really been only a couple days since she found out that she was pregnant? Somehow, this week had felt so much longer, so much more intense. She had spent Sunday afternoon just talking with her mother while Max and her father rearranged furniture and moved her clothes, dresser, and vanity into Max's bedroom – and just like that, now she wasn't even pretending to still live with her parents. Suddenly, everything felt so much more real.

She had a baby on the way. How could she just return to her counseling and working with the Heroes of Paris like nothing had happened? Why should she worry so much about her counseling classes at Descartes? Around Christmas, the baby would arrive! What if she couldn't handle her schoolwork and the baby and the counseling and the Heroes of Paris? If something had to go, wouldn't it have to be school and counseling? But if she gave up on that, what would Marinette think? Counseling at the rehab center was her penance for Angola; she couldn't give that up! So if anything, perhaps she would have to put her counseling degree on hold – that way she could stay home with her baby.

For his part, of course, the news had lit a fire under Max from the first moment he had found out. He had thrown himself into planning out his United Heroez Battle game with a vengeance over the weekend – his plan was to have a beta version ready by the end of the year. And on top of that, he had signed up for a couple summer classes to get as much of a head start on university as possible. He still knew what he wanted, and he was going to accomplish it. But now, he was going to accomplish it for their baby – for the baby, and for her.

Sabrina's cheeks warmed, and she turned her focus in toward the contentment still coming from the baby. "You really are going to be loved," she whispered, placing a hand on her stomach.

There was a quiet knocking on the door, and Sabrina looked up in surprise, glancing at the clock as she did so. She hadn't sensed any emotions on her floor, but now she could sense someone outside the door. Cosette had taken to stopping in for a visit almost every day – sometimes bringing pastries from the bakery to share with Sabrina. But looking at the time, she should still be at the bakery – that or at the park with her friends. And from the sadness and grief, it wasn't her. Glancing up at Sabrina, Nooroo phased down through the table. With a sigh, Sabrina called, "It's open."

The door opened, and a woman a few years older than Sabrina herself, with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, stepped inside. Even without her miraculous, Sabrina could sense the nervousness and embarrassment coming off of her. "I'm sorry for stopping by without an appointment," she began, looking around the room without coming all the way inside. "If you're busy–"

"I'm never too busy for someone who needs to talk," Sabrina assured her, waving her in. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

The woman nodded slowly, and Sabrina carefully heated the water and poured a cup, setting it on the table along with cream and sugar. With a grateful nod, the woman took a sip, holding the cup in both hands and staring into its depths. "Thank you."

"Of course," Sabrina replied, sipping on her own tea – the fact that she had to limit her caffeine intake so much now had to be the worst part of this whole ordeal. She examined her guest quietly for several moments, waiting for her to speak first. The other woman, however, continued to stare down at the table, sadness and grief rising and falling within her emotions. Finally, Sabrina sighed. "I'm sorry it's been so long, Mme Moreau" she apologized. "I wanted to stop and talk at the memorial, but there was just so much else happening that day. And since then I've been busy with so many other things…"

Angelique looked up at her in surprise. "I wasn't sure if you remembered me."

Sabrina nodded. "Of course. We met last at the department Christmas party," she explained. "Although I don't know if you remember the first time we met."

Angelique's eyebrows furrowed in thought. "It wasn't the wedding, was it?"

Sabrina shook her head. "Papa said I couldn't come for that – he thought it might be too late for a school night. No; it was at the party for your father's twenty-fifth anniversary of joining the Paris Police. I was only six at the time, and it was right after Papa had missed a dance recital – he had been reassigned to second shift three days before. I was so upset, I thought you would be someone who knew what I was feeling."

Angelique's eyes widened. "I remember that! I was so surprised when this little six-year-old, Dad's lieutenant's daughter, came up to me…" She smiled wistfully and shook her head. "And now look at you!"

Sabrina returned the smile. "I can promise you that I've grown up a little since then!" Her hand drifted down to her stomach. "I've at least figured out that there are worse things in life than your police officer father missing a recital!"

Angelique hummed, her emotions shifting to take a darker tone. "There really are…"

Sabrina let out a breath. "I'm sorry; I can only imagine how difficult the last few months have been for you."

Angelique's hand turned white from how tightly she clutched the teacup. She nodded, swallowing hard. "Every time I think I might be getting better, it's like something else happens to bring me right back to where I started."

"You had planned your life in a certain way, and now all of that has gone out the window," Sabrina observed, examining her closely. "Anyone would be sad and confused under those circumstances."

Angelique sighed heavily. "I wasn't going to come here at first," she admitted. "But I guess François talked to your father, and he very strongly suggested that I see someone. And considering that my husband was assigned to a department that officially doesn't exist and was–" She choked up, squeezing her eyes shut. Sabrina reached across the table and placed her hand on Angelique's, drawing in and releasing a slow breath. After a moment, Angelique's breathing evened out and she looked back up. She shook her head. "What 'normal' counselor could I go to?"

"I am happy to help," Sabrina assured her. "Do you want to stay here at the table, or would you feel more comfortable in the other room?"

Angelique shrugged. "Here is fine."

"Okay." Sabrina studied her carefully, reaching out with her senses. "So where do you want to start?"

"I guess… Papa." Angelique frowned. "You know what it's like – growing up with a police officer for a father: they're almost always working, they miss your birthdays, every so often you wake up thinking that a criminal they put away is going to come after them… and the rest of the time you worry that they're going to get hurt."

Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "The first time my dad got hurt in the line of duty I was too young to understand what was going on. The second time, I was in school when Mom pulled me out to go and meet them at the hospital. All my friends were so confused – even more than I was. Mom says that I had nightmares for a week afterward, though I don't remember that part."

Angelique let out a breath. "The last couple months have been that nightmare – but I can't ever wake up from it." Sabrina refilled their teacups before leaning back in her chair to listen. After a moment, Angelique finally started talking. "Growing up, François was the one who really took the police life to heart – that's why he joined the force in the first place. But I knew it just wasn't for me."

Sabrina nodded in agreement. "It takes a very special person to become an officer," she mused. "Dad always hoped that I would follow him, but over the last couple years it has become clear that life had other plans for me."

"Same for me," Angelique agreed. "After watching how much danger and stress my father was under, and how much of a strain it put on my mother, I wanted nothing to do with it – on either side. but then François brought his first rookie partner home for dinner with the family. Daniel and I took one look at each other… and that was that." She looked away, sniffling. "I knew the risk – better than most. But I didn't care. I loved him. While they were partners, François always promised me he'd look after Daniel – Daniel promised me the same. But then when your father recruited both of them into the SLD, I knew the danger was only going to increase. And that's what happened. Daniel died – killed for no purpose."

Sabrina's eyes widened. "You don't think he died for a reason?"

Angelique's eyes narrowed. "He died for a reason," she replied, a bitter edge to her voice. "He died because that stupid Tarasque stepped on him. And it didn't do anything in the long run."

Sabrina nodded pensively. "So part of your anger comes from not seeing any purpose to Daniel's death."

"Was there a purpose to it?" demanded Angelique, arching an eyebrow dubiously. "It doesn't feel like it."

"Daniel wanted to keep people safe, right?" asked Sabrina knowingly.

"That was his reason for joining the police department in the first place."

Sabrina eyed Angelique nervously. How much could she say without raising questions? But how else could she help her with this grief? "When the Tarasque broke through the last police line, the Heroes of Paris were in the process of evacuating the city – as many civilians as they could," she finally began. "They asked my father to delay the Tarasque as best he could."

"And from what François says, the Thing barely slowed down," Angelique retorted bitterly.

"That may be true, but even that tiny delay was enough. While the SLD tried to slow it down, Ladybug rallied another group of heroes for make one last stand," Sabrina pointed out. "They slowed the Tarasque down a little more. So more people were saved from the city, even though the Tarasque barely slowed down."

Angelique gave her a doubtful look.

"You've lost so much," Sabrina commented, giving her a sympathetic smile to mask her own stab of sadness – when she had thought Max was dead… In Angola, she had been in exactly the same position that Angelique had found herself in. "Even if you know there's a risk, there's a difference between knowing the thing and experiencing it."

"And now that I have experienced it, I just… I worry," Angelique's hands shook slightly. "François leaves for his shift, and I start to hyperventilate. A call comes over the radio about an officer-involved shooting, and I panic. Even just hearing a police siren sometimes is too much! What if something happens to François? After losing a husband… I don't think I could bear to lose a brother, too."

Sabrina took a measured breath. "This is still very new," she pointed out. "You lost the love of your life only a few months ago. Afterward, Paris fell into chaos for a month. Under those circumstances, there was little opportunity for grieving. But now that life is starting to return to normal, all of those emotions that you had pushed aside while other things took priority are going to start coming back."

"I just – I don't want to suffer this kind of loss ever again."

Sabrina hummed. "This is a terrible loss to face." She swallowed heavily, trying to put Angola out of her mind, to focus on the woman in front of her who needed her help. "It is easy to try to hide away, to cut yourself off from others so you can't be hurt again. But that won't really help in the long term. If you isolate yourself, you will only be left with those feelings of loss. That's why it's so good that you have your brother."

Angelique swallowed. "I don't know where I would be if François hadn't invited me to stay with him for now," she acceded. "But all the same, I feel like I'm more of a burden than anything."

Sabrina shook her head. "I doubt that. Daniel was his best friend, wasn't he?" Angelique nodded. "Do you think he is grieving, too?"

"I know he is."

"Then grieve together."

As Angelique sniffled, Sabrina snagged the tissue box that was just out of her reach and held it out to her. Angelique blew her nose, a quiet sob escaping from her throat. Sabrina reached forward to put a hand on Angelique's hand. The other woman clutched onto Sabrina's hand, holding on tightly as she started to cry. Sabrina sniffled. She and Max were both in a position every bit as dangerous as Daniel Moreau had been in – few people knew as well as she did just how close they could come to death. But she and Max had each other, and she would enjoy the time that they had together. And perhaps she could help other people struggling with the same trauma that she had experienced. There was a purpose to her continuing with school and becoming a fulltime counselor. Even after the baby was born, she could help so many people this way, including people who wouldn't be able to see any other counselor. It would be a challenge, but – with Max's support – she could make it work.