A/N: Whee! Thank you Mystic Tink and Unlikely Rose for reviewing! And for any other who will by next chapter! And of course I have twist up my sleeve. I have a BOX full of twists. Thanks for keeping up with me thus far!

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"You're crazy Teg."

"No. No I'm not. I went to his funeral! He did die."

"You're mad!" And indeed he looked it. There were little beads of sweat upon his forehead, his hands were clammy, and he was burning hot.

"No, you are Falya, you are," suddenly though, his eyes cleared up and he stood, "I am done with work today. I must show you a place. Come," he held out his hand, "Come," he repeated. As if I hadn't heard the first time.

He called a carriage as I waddled outside right by him. I had a sinking feeling of where we were going, and I started to struggle. A no topper carriage pulled up by us, drawn by two tawny horses with black manes. The carriage was painted an ugly brown color, and was chipped in places. I didn't like it.

"Teg, no, I don't want to go. Please, don't!"

"Come on Falya! We must, or you may never know! At least now you'll believe me," he pleaded.

"NO! Teggy, I won't go! I cannot go!"

The cabbie driving us looked around with a concerned face.

"Sir, are you sure you should be taking your lady anywhere? She doesn't seem like she wants to," Teggy sent him a scathing look that seemed to say 'hush, and turn around.' Just, harsher.

We sat there bumping up and down, being jostled against each other, and altogether not enjoying the first carriage ride we'd had in a while. I minded of course, and my thoughts revolved around the baby and Kaspar. Great.

But Teggy seemed perfectly happy, and I felt his smiling gaze on me more than once. I thought it was odd and I let it go, but I couldn't help wondering if he was happy to be with me, or he was happy taking me to somewhere I did not want to be.

"Aha, madam, we've arrived," I don't really think that the carriage man liked Teggy, so he was addressing me. He opened the door and helped me out, but let Teg just jump out. I don't think he would have wanted help anyways.

With the sinking feeling redoubled, we walked to the leaning gates of the cemetery. He paid the cabbie, but pleaded with him to stay, because no carriage drivers came by here too often.

"Do you know how mean you are?" I hissed to Teggy. I was pretty annoyed at him. He didn't respond, but he wasn't smiling, so I guess before, he wasn't smiling because he was taking me to the cemetery. I was glad, because that would have been sick.

He walked me over to a headstone quietly, tugging on my arm.

"See? He's here," he said glumly, but with a hint of smugness. It was probably because he was proving me right. I shrugged.

I stared at it for a little while. There was already a little trail of moss on one side, and a chip in the center of the letter R. The fast growing weeds were starting to criss-cross the bottom of the stone, and I knelt down, baby or not, and violently pulled them out. I felt some tears well up in my eyes, and I vowed to come back every other day to make his grave more beautiful than the other ones near him. Those were in wrecks, as if no one ever came by to see them. One, I could tell, had recently been dug up, and shoddily put back the dirt in. That would not ever happen to Kaspar's.

"Ok, great. Can we go home now?" I dejectedly asked him as I got up and dusted my arms on the side of my skirt. I think he felt a little bad because instantly he took me back to the carriage.

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"Teggy is a cruel boy, isn't he?" I said to him in a soft voice, but I was smiling. He looked back at me and grinned. We were just sitting on a couch, whiling away an idle day because there was nothing else to do. We would have occasional days like this once in a great while, when Teg wouldn't have work and could stay home. But very rarely.

He'd just come in for a kiss, but at the last minute pulled away. He would do this so many times it would frustrate me, yet it was exciting each time.

"I am, aren't I?" he said after leaning away the latest time.

"Teggy?" I asked while brushing my hand up his soft cheek. I don't quite remember when we reconciled, but I can't help thinking that it was sometimes after the baby was born. That was really painful. Not really the birthing part honestly. For me, that came real easy, but it was after, and finding that my boy, my little baby boy was born dead. I was crushed. I even had a thought to name him Kaspar. I suppose, in that sense, my Kaspar is dead again. But I can't help feeling that its time to move on, even though it breaks my heart to think so.

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?" I think I took him by surprise. He didn't stammer, or look everywhere but my eyes, no. He looked straight into my eyes and really thought about it. Or at least I hope so.

I was totally aware of our conflicting thoughts. He knew that Kaspar was always in the back of my mind and Galatea in his. But they were diminishing slowly, and we hardly spared troublesome thoughts on them; but no one ever said anything about not being able to think about our happier thoughts. But we had grown to something past the comfortable friendship and something more intimate, and it was new and wonderful.

"I think I do," he said finally. I understood, and I smiled.

"I think I love you too."

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A/N: Total fluff moment. Ok, so this was mostly filler because I'm wondering where my next fab idea goes. Till next time.