The light shone on Mel's face as she began to wake up; she looked over to see Trunks' sleeping form lying next to her, he was on his stomach with an arm draped protectively over her shoulders. She then peered across the room to see Goten's sleeping form resting on the day bed holding a blue stuffed elephant under his arms.

'and I'm the kid.'

She smiled and turned her head back towards her mate. Blue eyes met aquamarine ones; the corners of Trunks' lips spread to the far corners of his mouth revealing his dazzling smile.

"Good morning." He whispers, his voice was much deeper right after he woke up.

"Good morning, you're going to have to behave yourself; Goten's in the room." She replied before kissing her mate softly on the lips. Trunks pulled himself closer transferring the hand on her shoulder to the base of her skull, deepening their kiss. Suddenly, Mel pulled back.

"Trunks stop." She whispered hushed, pushing herself away from him.

"What's wrong, Mel?"

"I feel like really sick." She groaned and Trunks checked his breath, Mel yanked his hand down.

"No, silly. The baby." She struggled scrambling to get out of bed.

"Oh crap, wait Mel." He threw himself out of bed, scooped her up bridal style, ran to their master bath, and set her down near their new porcelain throne.

"here, here, here, here, here, Mel, here, here." He chanted, then sighed contentedly as she violently regurgitated into the bowl. He held her silky ebony hair back with one hand and rubbed her assaulting belly soothingly with the other.

"Good girl." He cooed as she finished the last of her attack.

"Damn it Trunks…what have you done to me?" she groan miserably, resting her head on her forearm that was supported by the lid of the toilet.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before kissing her hair.

"Just help me up so I can brush my teeth." She whispered back. Her mate snaked an arm around her waist and pulled the opposite arm around his neck.

"Ready?" he asked, she nodded and he stood bringing her with him.

"I'm really sorry, Mel." Trunks stated again slowly inching her over to her side of the double sinks.

"For what?" she asked curiously, this had to be the most normal she's sounded in months.

"For ignoring you all this time, I didn't realize I was doing it until last night."

"Humph." Mel pushed him away and supported herself up on the counter; once she stablilized herself, she grabbed her toothbrush and turned on the water.

Trunks leaned his lower back against the counter and watched her as she squeezed the toothpaste n the brush.

"say something." He requested as she stuck the brush in her mouth, she looked at him sideways as if saying: 'I know you see me brushing my teeth'. Trunks sighed and decided to wash up himself.

Out of the corners of her eyes she watched as her mate shaved off any stubble that may have grown overnight, she watched as his muscles rippled in his arms and blushed. He was still hot. She spit and rinsed her mouth before she grabbed the pink hand towel with the name embroided in black at the bottom; it was one of Bulma's many housewarming gifts. She wiped off her face and stole a final glance at her lover he too was drying his face. After returning the hand towel to its rightful place, she spun on a heel and slowly moved towards the entrance.

"Woah, Mel…take it easy will you?" Trunks chastised her grabbing her waist.

"Trunks…" Mel moaned inadvertently causing blood to rush to his cheeks. "You make me feel so helpless, let me walk on my own."

The color drained from his cheeks immediately. "Mel, you heard my mother, she said to take it easy for the next few weeks, if you hurt yourself trying to be superwoman she'd have my head for risking the baby."

"Is this baby the only thing you care about?!"she screeched, Trunks was taken aback. "it's job is easy! Just sit there and grow and take the life from me! What about how I feel?!"

"Mel, what are you saying.?" Trunks asked stricken with grief. "This baby is our flesh and blood. Of course I care about this baby; it's MY responsibility to do what's best for the both of you."

Trunks suddenly staggered back holding his cheek. Mel stood there with the support of the counter, fist raised in front of her, and tears silently poured from the corners of her eyes.

"You don't get it. This is all so sudden for me. I'm not even one-hundred percent sure I want to keep this baby. You just don't understand how I feel."

Trunks was beginning to get frustrated. He knew that she was in pain, he knew that she was emotional because she was pregnant, he knew that she was more than likely to be traumatized from last night's event, and he knew that she was already upset with them. What didn't he understand?! It was as if nothing he said or did provided any consolation.

He grabbed her wrist, and as gently as he could through his frustration, pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips possessively. At first she resisted using her free hand to push on his chest but a few seconds later she responded to him by hooking that same arm that assaulted around his neck. She moaned into the kiss as Trunks snaked his free arm around the small of her back, holding her closer. Sensing her submission, he dropped the hand that held her wrist captive and snaked it through her hair. She completely melted into his embrace. At this, Trunks halted his attack and pulled away. He peered into her eyes which were half-lidded and glazed over with emotions.

"I love you, Mel." He spoke gently, pushing a strand of hair from her face. The color came back into her aquamarine eyes and she blinked a few times allowing his words to sink in.

"I love you too, Trunks." She whispered before claiming his lips again; he pulled away.

"I understand you. I'm just trying to protect my family."

"family?"

"Yes. The three of us." He concluded, rubbing her swollen stomach. "You guys mean everything to me."

Mel's eyes softened. "I'm sorry. I've been taking all of my frustrations out on you. I just feel like I'm one step away from a vegetable, this baby makes everything around me sick. I mean I can smell the candle burning from the living room. I'm going to have to wait weeks before we can make love again and you know how grumpy I can get when I can't have it-"

"Mel please…" Trunks blushed brightly "You shouldn't worry about things like that. We'll consummate again after our wedding." He smirked when he noticed her mouth drop.

"b-but that could take years."

"Years? Well, it doesn't have to. I'd marry you today without a second thought, but if you feel like you need years then so be it."

"Are you bribing me?!"

"Of course not, but you're already pregnant now and you told me that you can't think straight when you're around me. I'm sure that making love would complicate your thoughts further."

Mel gawked at him for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Just answer me. Can you ever imagine yourself with another guy? Or some other dude handling our child?"

She shook her head.

"Do you love me?" She nodded. "Do you want our child to grow up without me?" The dark-haired girl shook her head.

"Then why are you holding back?"

"I don't know…" she whispered.

"Do you think I can't make you happy?" Her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't be stupid! Of course you make me happy…"

Trunks grabbed her face in his hands and gently kissed her. "Then marry me…" before she could respond he kissed her again. "Marry me…" she turned her head so that he ended up kissing her cheek, he then trailed his kisses to her neck, she gasped when he sucked on her sweet spot.

"G-give me six months." She choked out. Trunks ceased his assault and looked at her questioningly but acquiesced.

"Fine, whatever you want." He stated letting her go. "come on, we need to get some food in you."