Still small chapters for this one, for now, but I don't think that's really bothering anyone at the moment. This is just some extra scenes I had written from a while, finally refined to a place I like. Hope you all do too.

"Where's the kid?" Kalawarner asked, leaning against a counter in the kitchen.

"School. Again. For whatever reason." Raynare snarked, drying off her hair with a towel. She was wearing a black bathrobe, having just exited the shower. Kalawarner wore her standard maroon outfit.

Unbeknownst to just about everyone except Raynare, the outfit had been a gift from her late father. Unlike Raynare, who had been a pure angel until she fell from Heaven, the bluenette was born a fallen angel, and had been one her whole life.

"He knows he could just drop a cover album or something and set the two of you up for life, right? If you're not loaded enough already." Kalawarner was amongst the hundreds of thousands of people who'd been ridiculously impressed by Issei's impromptu performance at Shangri-La, though she'd never say that to his face.

"Actually, the plan right now is something way less interesting." Raynare said, throwing the hair-towel across the couch for Issei to find later. If her clutter actually made him angry in the slightest, she'd stop in a heartbeat, but he was a bit of a neat-freak. She'd seen what he was like when there wasn't any tidying left to do; he goes a little stir-crazy.

"Really? What's that?"

"He's gonna finish highschool and go to one of Azazel's colleges. That's about all he's got so far, and it's totally stressing him out- it's kind of cute, honestly. I don't think he realizes I have millions in human money packed away; he could literally not work a day in his life ever again and we'd still be fine, not to mention he has the leader of a biblical faction as an uncle and benefactor."

Kalawarner laughed. "You know he's doing it for you."

"Oh, I know. Believe me, no one knows it better." Raynare smiled wistfully, already missing her better half even though he'd been gone for less than a half-hour.

"Something like 'if I don't finish highschool and graduate college, I won't get a good job and we'll be homeless,' right?"

It was Raynare's turn to laugh. Her best friend's guess at Issei's exaggerated version of his own dilemma was pretty spot-on.

"Exactly. Oh well, it's cute to say the least. I think on some level, he knows he could just not go to school- but whether it's for me or just to honor his mom, he's finishing it out anyway. I'm fine with it, the baby's not due for a long time anyway. Not like it'll take too much time out of him being a dad."

"I doubt he'd let it. He's the vigilant type. Speaking of which, have you guys decided on what to name her?"

"Her? It could be a him. That's what I'm betting on. And, no. Names are still totally up in the air. Every time I bring it up, Issei clams up and starts freaking out about being a dad as a teenager. I can't get it through his head that that's normal for supernatural beings."

"Lillith."

"...Like, a name? No."

"Ariel."

"No."

"Kalawarner Junior?"

"Over my dead body. And probably Issei's, too."

"Rachel."

"Whoa, hey. That's a little too close to Raichiel."

"Yeah, my bad. Issei only speaks Japanese, right?"

"Nope, English too."

"Great. Eleanor?"

"...I don't hate that, actually. We'll keep it under consideration."

"Score." Kalawarner walked over to where Raynare was leaning back against the counter and put her hand on the future mother's abdomen. "Eleanor, you better be glad. I just gave you a great name."

"And what if it's a boy?"

"Bartholomew."

"...That is the single dumbest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth. Like, holy shit. How dare you offend my child and I with that God-forsaken name?"

(AN: All you Bartholomews out there, I'm not sorry. Your name is divine retribution. Blame whatever wretched being saw fit to bring you into the world for cursing you so.)

Kalawarner laughed out loud. "Yeah, I dunno what came over me. Maybe...Ddraig Junior?"

"Can I file a restraining order on you for my unborn child, or is too early for that?"

Kalawarner cackled, moving away. "Alright, another girl one. What about...hmm...I know you and your loverboy can't get enough of cheesy shit, so how about...Miracle?"

Raynare began to speak, prepared to shoot down another of Kalawarner's awful names, but no sound came out. Her mouth opened and closed, and her eyes widened and narrowed along with it.

"...Miracle…" Raynare whispered, turning the name around and around in her mind. She'd completely forgotten Kalwarner was even present, too focused on what seemed to be the perfect name.

Miracle- A highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences. As in, Raynare not murdering Issei. It was a miracle that he was alive. It was a miracle that they'd gotten together. Hell, it was a miracle that she was pregnant to begin with.

Raynare snorted a laugh.

"You know what? I like that. And not that fake like I gave Eleanor, I actually like that one. A lot."

"Good. Don't say I never did anything for you." Kalawarner moved back to her original spot leaning against a countertop, beyond pleased with herself for coming up with a name Raynare loved.

"So, when's the big day?"

"...Big day?"

"Uh, duh? Your wedding day. Or did you forget that you got engaged? Must be hard with a disco ball on your finger."

Kalawarner gestured to the gleaming jewelry on Raynare's ring finger. Not once had it left her hand since Issei gave it to her.

"Oh...right. We haven't really talked about it yet. Probably within a month or two, I guess. Before I start showing, at least. I've heard humans normally stay engaged for a year or more, but that sounds like a huge waste of time."

"I definitely agree, but aren't you forgetting something?"

"...Am I?"

"Your dress."

Raynare palmed her forehead. She'd forgotten something, alright.

"...Oh my God."

Kalawarner had completely anticipated that, of course. She'd been waiting for Issei to be gone so they could dress shop for a while now, and this was the perfect opportunity.

"Get dressed. We're going shopping."

"I gotta make a phone call."

"Oh darling, I'm so happy you invited me! Nobody shops better, you'll see!"

Raynare and Kalawarner walked behind an enthusiastic Lisa Lisa, who, despite seeming very old, was remarkably quick on her feet.

"Have I met her? She seems really familiar…" Kalawarner whispered. Raynare shook her head. She'd briefly explained to the bluenette who Lisa Lisa was before they went out to meet her, but she didn't see a reason why Kalawarner would know who she is.

It was still fairly early in the morning, by Raynare and Kalawarner's standards; that is to say, around eleven. The two angels were with Lisa Lisa, walking down a sidewalk in Kuoh's hottest (read: most expensive) shopping district. Raynare had invited the excitable doctor thinking that she'd know the best places to dress shop, and she absolutely did.

The first place she brought the pair to, the Lady in White, was extravagant, to say the least. Lisa Lisa was well aware Raynare and Issei weren't exactly aching for money, so she didn't feel sorry in the slightest for bringing the girl to a more ritzy shop.

Less than thirty seconds after entering the bridal store, they were approached by a sleazy looking salesman in a slick black three-piece suit. He was flanked on either side by a slightly smaller, slightly sleazer looking man, one with brown hair and one with blonde.

Their appearances really don't matter, as it was a wasted trip.

Raynare spent thirty seconds in the showroom before deciding she hated everything they had on display, no exceptions. It was all so...white? Raynare wasn't a fan.

Not because of any emotional reason like being a former pure white Angel, but from a purely aesthetic one. It was almost her least favorite color, with green taking the top spot.

Lisa Lisa had sensed her disdain within moments, ushering the two back out of the store and giving the salesmen some line about coming into the wrong building. After they were back out on the street, she was quick to reassure.

"No worries dear, I've got a couple more places in mind. That was just to get an accurate measurement on what you like, hm? No pun intended, just a happy coincidence. Honestly, I figured you wouldn't like anything in there- too frilly, too bright, too...insincere, for lack of a better word?"

"I...guess? I don't like white, and they were all pretty frilly, now that you mention it." Raynare offered, offput once again by Lisa Lisa's mile-a-minute demeanor. She hadn't spoken to the woman in quite some time, and it was always a refreshing experience.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you broke the speed limit getting us out of there." Kalawarner remarked dryly. She had always been mildly annoyed by Raynare's shopping habits. The Angel formerly known as Rachiel was a quick shopper in every sense of the phrase, and she could always walk into a room and tell exactly what she'd be taking out of it.

Kalawarner, on the other hand, liked to browse.

As you can see, this creates problems.

An hour later

"Well this had gotten us nowhere." Raynare said, disappointed in the lack of options that she actually liked. Which is to say, zero.

"We've been to every bridal store in Kuoh!" Kalawarner said, exasperated. "There's nothing left for you to look at!"

"I didn't like any of them, bite me. They're all so boring."

Say what you will about Raynare, but if there's one thing she's not, it's boring.

"No, you're right. None of those would've been any good for you." Lisa Lisa was also a little miffed by the lack of suitable dresses for her favorite bride-to-be, and it was written all over her face. "Tell you what. Darling?"

Lisa Lisa took Raynare's hands in hers, and looked the angel in the eyes. "Issei took you to Shangri-La, yes? Did he ever introduce you to Abdalla?" Raynare, having almost forgotten that interaction entirely, nodded. She was so taken aback that she didn't even stop to question how Lisa Lisa knew about what was arguably the most secretive spot in Kuoh.

"Yeah. The guy from Africa, right?"

Lisa Lisa hummed in agreement, before leading Raynare down a street without a moment's hesitation. "Mmm. He's a wonderful man, and a superb tailor. Why don't we go visit him, and we'll see if he can't cook something up, hm?"

Lisa Lisa brought the two to a tucked away little building right at the edge of town, in the shadow of a much larger office building and next to a little restaurant. The building she led them to was two stories high, with an exterior staircase- it looked run down at the best of times, and downright bad at worst.

"Are you sure this is the place? I thought Abdalla was rich." Raynare said, uneasy.

"Oh, he is. Many times wealthier than you or I, I'd say. But he doesn't care for extravagance, except for when it comes to clothes. You'll see."

Lisa Lisa excitedly jumped up the rickety wooden staircase, Raynare and Kalawarner in tow. The two of them shared a wary look, ready to act if Lisa Lisa got them into some kind of trouble.

Without a second thought, she pounded heavily on the fiberwood door, and was swiftly answered.

Sure enough, it was Abdalla, in strikingly unique red and blue robes. Behind him, was a room full of different fabrics- silks, linens, anything you can think of in every color under the sun.

"Ah, my dearest friend! Teresa, how have you been?" Abdalla said, laughing and hugging the much smaller woman.

"If I was any better I couldn't stand it! But, take a look at this fine young woman. I believe you've already met." Lisa Lisa said, gesturing to Raynare. The angel moved up from her place several steps back, and waved to Abdalla.

"Ah, of course! You're the young Hyoudou's lady, if memory serves. I don't believe we were ever introduced. My name is Abdalla."

Abdalla stepped forward, bowing in Japanese custom. Raynare half-heartedly returned the bow, not really one for such traditions.

"Yuuma Amano. And, not just lady. Fiance." Raynare corrected, pointing at her ring.

"F...Fian...ha! Ha ha!" Abdalla, with a massive hearty chuckle, grabbed Lisa Lisa's hands and began to dance around the room with her, shouting happily. Lisa Lisa kept up remarkably well, and seemed to be just as energetic as he was.

"Are...we missing something?" Kalawarner whispered.

Raynare shrugged.

Calming down, Abdalla returned to his place in front of them. "Ah, forgive me. I'm just very happy for the young man, truly. So, how may I help you, treasured friends?"

"Yuuma needs a dress. Something truly special, to suit the occasion." Lisa Lisa said, leading Raynare inside.

"Ah~! I'm honored you thought of me! Come, come. Describe what you would like." Abdalla gestured to an empty seat amidst all the clutter of fabrics and supplies, and Raynare sat down. Kalawarner and Lisa Lisa stood near her, and Abdalla ran to go fetch something from another room. He returned moments later with a notepad.

"Uh...black, I guess? With some silver." Raynare said, not really knowing what exactly she wanted.

"Indeed. Hmm...what kind of look are you going for?" Abdalla scribbled furiously on his notepad, even though Raynare had only given him the bare minimum to work with.

"Angelic." Raynare said, in some small part hoping the man would look at her like she was crazy. She imagined he didn't get many requests for a black angelic dress, so she anticipated him being stumped, but that was not the case.

"Angelic, of course! Splendid. I can see it now." Abdalla scribbled and erased and scribbled some more. Lisa Lisa had a knowing smile, but Kalawarner and Raynare looked at each other with a little bit of unease. "Ah..look down a bit, would you?" Abdalla asked, momentarily stopping his work on the notepad.

Raynare heeded his instruction, lowering her chin. Abdalla hummed excitedly, and Raynare lifted it back up.

"Done! Tell me what you think!" Abdalla said, and turned the notebook around for Lisa Lisa and Kalawarner to see.

"...Wow." Kalawarner breathed.

"Oh-ho-ho, that's magnificent! You've outdone yourself again, Abdalla!"

"Hey, I wanna see-" Raynare said, getting up and walking towards them.

"But of course." Abdalla said, and showed her the picture in the notebook.

It was one of her, in a custom-made dress of his design.

Raynare smirked. "...Oh yeah. That'll work."

Drawing ever closer to the wedding/baby! Still taking ideas for pretty much anything, so don't be afraid to speak up. I don't have much to say, if you have a question, PM me.

Side note- I've been responding to some reviews on my other stories with PMs lately- do you guys care if I respond? If so, should I just answer reviews on the AN of the next chapter? Maybe it'd be easier than juggling 40 PMs at a time, maybe not. Anyway, I'm done. Don't forget to review!

See you next mission!