She tugged at the sides of her pink dress and balanced the tray of food as well. She climbed the stairs and paused, replacing her glasses as she opened the door. She almost stumbled as it opened before she pushed it and was smoothly caught in the strong, familiar arms of Sebastian.

"Dear me," he said softly. "A maid in a pink dress, falling into my arms."

"The food!" she whispered, not able to see, or stand on her own.

"In my care," he said, kissing the top of her head as he helped her stand. "No one saw, calm down my love."

"I can't breath," she said, panic rising. "I can't do this, I can't be a maid. Oh dear, Sebastian, what will I do if I can't do my job?"

He placed the tray on the side table and reached, plucking her glasses off her nose, her breathing becoming easier, and he smiled. "Do you need me to loosen your dress?"

There was no sexual undertones and she nodded; even if there was, she felt as if the fabric around the baby was too tight. They worked hard, enjoyably hard, to have a baby; she was not going to loose it to some stupid pink dress. Sebastian's expert fingers reached around and she felt totally safe in her lovers arms, his fingers untying the knot and working the laces around her lower back and up to expand the dress a bit to loosen it around her waist.

"Better?"

She nodded and he retied the bow, looser. "I thought I was past the tripping," she sobbed suddenly.

He simply held her and kissed her head. "I startled you. I was coming down to fetch the food myself. You need to be in the dining room, off your feet and being looked after. After all, what kind of butler and husband would I be if my maid and wife were not looked after?"

She stifled a giggle into his coat and looked up. "Do I know this maid you are suddenly so fond of pampering?"

He smiled and gave a short laugh. "No, she transformed like a butterfly and a wholly new person, my love."

"I love you," she whispered, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I hate to break up the obvious love in the air, but we are kind of hungry," the newly married Earl said. "Good thing I came and found you. Baroness Midford almost beat me with a bread stick to stay beside Elizabeth. I'm glad they are not moving in as well," he added under his breath. He sighed and shook his head, glancing back at the still closed dining room door.

"Mey-Rin was simply coming back and had tripped when I opened the door."

Ciel looked at her and assessed her quickly. "Are you okay? The baby?"

"All is fine, young master," she assured the boy. "Sebastian will take over my duties, if that is alright."

"Yes, yes, as long as you need, you are dismissed for the day. I can manage without you almost getting hurt. Please, come," he said, offering his arm to help guide her once Sebastian replaced her glasses and kissed her nose so delicately. She blushed like mad; they made sure to not show any sign of affection in front of the staff, especially since after they all had discovered they had a web of emotional attachments among the household members.

She sensed Sebastian behind her; she sensed a lot more things these days as her pregnancy continued. Sebastian had discovered that her reflexes were gaining on his own. She had enjoyed a quick knife throwing competition, dodging the knives he threw and even catching one, only to return it to find he too caught it. And then when he scooped her up and they sped home, turning in for the night and writing down another one of her demonic abilities coming forth.

Ciel eased her down into a chair and nodded for Sebastian to serve her as well. The newly married Earl turned to the wondering eyes of his dinner guests. "My Head Maid, Mey-Rin, is being honored tonight, a tradition we do at important dinners," he said smoothly. Sebastian suppressed the smile he wore when his young master smoothly lied. "She was also honored by being in our wedding. Mey-Rin has helped keep my house clean and welcoming for everyone who comes to the Phantomhive manor." He lifted his glass in a toast. "Mey-Rin Michaelis."

"Mey-Rin Michaelis," the small wedding party said in unison.

And she blushed so deep, the small ringlets of her hair blended into her skin. She lifted her water glass and dipped her head. Sebastian continued to place the perfectly arranged food and gazed at his beautiful, blushing wife. His own heart beat in time with hers and he laid her plate last, giving her a smile so soft and full of love, he wanted nothing else but to stay by her side and soak up the beauty of this moment. He was having a child, with her, and would spend eternity looking at the round and perfect face. His wife, Mey-Rin Michaelis.