The next month Mey-Rin sat up and bolted toward the restroom, lurching the previous nights dinner, into the toilet. Sebastian was close behind, hearing her wake from a nap and dashing from the kitchen, hoping she would finally feel well enough to eat. Pushed her longer hair to her back and rubbing her back as he did many months, he was sure any appetite she may have had, vanished. She sat back and wiped her mouth.

"I think I may be pregnant," she whispered, turning brown eyes of hope toward him.

"I noticed you were past your monthly," he said. They tracked the highs and lows of her body, eager to take advantage of the window of fertile time for his seed to catch her body off guard. Demons and humans did not easily have offspring.

"You suspected?"

He ducked his head and slowly smiled. "I didn't want to do what I did the last time and tell you or others, just in case."

Mey-Rin wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Can you smell me? Am I different?"

He held her and took in her scent from her neck. Vanilla. And… a spice. Sulfur? Lavender? But was that him? He pulled back and looked into the hopeful eyes. He sent a quick prayer she wasn't merely having a bad winter's stomach flu. "I can't say for sure, but from the way you have been sick, I think we may have become pregnant at last."

She kissed him. He wrapped her body around his and kissed back. His lover, his wife, his mate - for eternity. She shifted away and looked up at him. "You think we will hurt the baby if we make love?"

He quickly laid her in their bed and smiled. "No, not at all."

He slipped his hands under her night gown and warmed his hands as they slid up to her breasts. Breasts that would become tender. Would become heavier. Would feed their baby. Their baby, Sebastian mused as he kissed his beloved's now occupied womb - the smell now was stronger. He tickled her legs as he breathed down her body and lifted her sex up to his mouth. He kissed her. He licked her. He wished he could peer inside, see his child, see it attached to her body, his seed blooming. Now the smell was strong. And as he kissed her sex, drawing out wetness, he smiled and kissed the top of her sex.

"We are having a baby, my love," he whispered, his voice laced in awe, in wonder, in love.

"How long?"

He licked again. "Remember when we sent the young master on his cruise?"

She shuttered and sat up a bit, her eyes drilling into his. "Two months?"

He nodded.

"Can we tell the young master?"

His gaze clouded and he considered the timing. "In a few weeks Lady Elizabeth will be moving her belongings into the manor. A few weeks after that, they will be married." He sighed and joined her on the bed, her eager need and his answering need, put aside. He pulled her into his body and rubbed his warming hands on her cooling body. "You will be giving birth about two month after our anniversary, and Lady Elizabeth will more than likely not be surprised; her comments about a family have increased to maddening proportions. The young master doesn't even want to have baby carrots on the menu."

"Oh," she said, disappointed. "I thought maybe letting him know about," she spread her hands over her stomach and his joined as well, "it would help if he still had feelings of…" she shook her head and looked up at him. "Does he love Lady Elizabeth? I mean he talks about her sometimes, but will they be happy?"

"He is determined to work on it until his time comes and he delivers his soul to me," Sebastian said. He rubbed her back and smiled. "I think he delays the search more to be able to have the one thing he has been trying to have for the past six years - a family. You know he talks about it a lot."

They fell into silence, into their own minds, into their own happiness and worries.

"Sebastian?"

"Mm?"

"Can we get back to celebrating that we created a baby and my conversion from mortal to immortal has finally started?"

They smiled and he kissed her, snuggling into her body as he glided his hands over the woman who he had fallen for. They stroked the flames of passion back up, which wasn't long, and Mey-Rin was moaning as his fingers sped into her sex.

He lit the candles around the room and flipped her on to his chest. "My dear Mey-Rin." He kissed her and slide her knees closer to his body.

"Sebastian," she whispered as she rose and gripped his cock, guiding it into to her. She licked her lips and sat down, his cock being taken once more. "Thank you!"

"For what, my sweet woman?"

"For coming into my life!"

He slide his hands into her hair, sitting up, changing the angle, making her pant. "Thank you for falling into my arms."

"Thank you for catching me."

"Thank you for letting your limitations not limit your determination to fantasize about me."

She giggled. "I knew perfectly well what you looked like. You forget, I wore the glasses only when I worked in the manor, not while I was doing my duty to protect the manor and the young master. I watched you sometimes watch me workout."

He hissed and sped up. "And you teased me."

"I knew what I wanted."

"Minx."

"Demon."

He laid her down and sped up even more. "Thank you for unlocking my own feelings to what I wanted." He kissed her deeply and roughly. "This. I wanted this. Your sex, your body, your eternity - be mine. All mine. I am a selfish demon. I want it all. I want the perfect soul in the young master. I want the perfect pain and pleasure in the Phantomhive staff. I want the perfect love to bring me to the place I can forget about my own imperfections."

He came. He came and she came and they screamed each others names. They came and his seed flooded to protect his unborn child, give it more strength to grow, to change his lover. He bucked into Mey-Rin as she did him, and they knew in the instant their eyes met, that their eternity was sealed for certain - not even the depths of Hell would tear them apart for longer than a second, if that. He would have this body and soul bound to him, bound to the ends of Hell, to the ends of time. He kissed her and withdrew, flipping her and entered her roughly again, taking his pleasure from her body, drawing out hers.

They did not make it to the manor for two days as the usual routine was broken for the nonstop pleasure of their celebration. He stumbled out of their bed, legs weak, body exhausted, cock well spent, and looked at the state of his ravaged woman. Already, two months into her pregnancy and she could take the non-stop demonic love making sessions. He groaned with desire and tiredness. His child would make them enjoy the conversion of her losing part of her human, mortal side, and the rise of her demonic, immortal side, given and taken by the very child that had made her so sick and so happy.

He let her sleep as he slipped into his suit and ran to the manor. He had to tell his young master of the news. And then he had to run back and wait on his lovers every need.

*WAAAAAAA* oh dear fluffy bunnies... FINALLY I get to write this chapter. It was like... TORTURE in not being able to write this sooner... *so many happy sighs*