Last week you were left with quite a cliffhanger (sorry not sorry) so I will get straight back to it. I do not own a thing.

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Later, Elice - and the cloak - would find great amusement in recalling Master Doctor Strange's facial expression when Christine first told him. She'd asked Stephen for a talk and they'd gone into a corner of the main hall/library, but they'd been slightly too loud for their conversation to stay private.

Christine herself had not been as amused at Stephen's shock and loud exclamation of "What!?" as she brought him the news; she'd come to hope they could make a go of it together - more than she'd consciously realised - and she found it surprisingly painful.

"Does that mean you're... upset about it?" She'd asked, biting her lip in a way most unusual for her.

At that, Stephen had blinked, paused and said, "I'm shocked. Yes. And... Christine, I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Will you keep the baby? Could I in any way persuade you to... well, I know we're not really... any more, but, I'd very much like to be part of... I mean..."

Confused in turn, it took Christine several seconds to understand Stephen's concern. Finally - and Stephen had started to look decidedly uneasy at that point - she replied. "I'm keeping my daughter. I mean, I'm not certain it is a girl, but I just feel like..." she shook her head. "That's not the point. What I mean to say, is that I'm keeping our baby, and what you say now has no influence on that. But I am telling you, because I'd like it if we made, well... I'd like to raise her with you. I'd like for us to get together again officially and for us to..."

She made it no further, because Stephen was hugging her tightly all of a sudden, and a second later they were joined by his overexcited cloak, and after that by an eager Doctor-and-Sorcerer-to-be.

It was later that evening, all of them eating a meal together (well, not the cloak) which Elice had cooked, when Stephen proved to Christine that she'd made the right choice in every way. All along.

They'd been talking peacefully about options and the future, Christine counting down to when images of the baby would be possible, when Stephen suddenly said it. He'd been assuring her he'd take a multitude of precautions to keep her and their child safe with his calling as a sorcerer, but it was the first time he got more every-day practical.

"I believe I'm right when I say you wouldn't want to remain home from surgery for long. My work is very situational, so I will stay home with her (as always reminding her that he was a changed man, Stephen had willingly switched to the pronoun immediately, even when presented with no proof) of course. I hope you'd have no quarrel with me handing her over to Elice if there is a crisis occuring?"

Christine had never been so sure that Stephen was in all ways a superiour partner for her compared to what Nick would've been, not that she'd ever considered the inferior surgeon as a choice. But she nodded and thanked him for understanding her so well. Elice had smiled over her goblet as the couple smiled at only each other, and winked at the cloak.

It was the next morning that Christine woke in Stephen's bed, finding the Sorcerer already flown, to a note on his empty pillow. He apologised for having to leave early, noted he hadn't wanted to wake 'them', (which she found supremely sweet) and the simple question included on the sheet of paper was merely, "Would you?" What she would - or would not - was not exactly a mystery, as a plain black box sat between the two rows of handwritten text on the paper.

Just as Christine might have expected, when she lifted the box and opened up the lid, it sported a ring. Like she might not have, though, but was delighted to find even more so for it, there was also a chain.

Surgeons cannot wear rings, but she was proud to slip the plain gold chain carrying the pretty, mystical looking golden ring - perfect to size, because of course she had to try it on her finger, for when she could wear it - around her neck. Tucked away as it was, it took a few weeks before anybody noticed the constant new addition to her outfit: be it a sharp dress after work or shrubs alike. What was noted immediately, however, was how Christine beamed, turning up for her shift that day.

Is it weird that I think I just fell slightly in love with my own character...?

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