Note- Wow, I haven't written in a while. But I'm planning on writing lots more. The movie "Juno" inspired me to write this, if you haven't seen that movie it comes out on April 15th and you should totally rent it. If you've seen the movie, you'll notice that I copied some things from the script. I referenced two scenes, when Vanessa is talking to Juno's stomach and when Juno and Bleeker make-up near the end of the movie. Hope you like it! If you could I'd love some reviews, they make me very happy!

Oh, and I don't own Corpse Bride or Juno if you're wondering by chance...

It was a cool summer's day with the wind blowing in a lush manner, feeling relaxing on one's face. The sun peeked through white clouds in the sky, sending down rays of light to those below it. It was rather lovely outside for once, so Victor decided to open the window in his bedroom. He looked out of the petite sized window, spying on the town around him. It was, like the window, small. Only a fair few homes that looked all alike in nearly everyway. But, however, Victor thought that their garden was much more sophisticated than the Cunningham's, but he kept that to himself and his wife. She couldn't agree more with him.

Giving a sigh, Victor took once last glance out the window. Then he turned his heel and walked over to his messy desk. It was piled up with scraps of drawings, books, journels, quills (broken and new both), and old parchment. Most of the time it always looked that way, but on certain occasions Betsey would clean it up, telling her master that the desk was simply bothering the devil out of her. Victor did not mind, for she never would pry in his things. She would just clean the top of the desk off by putting things in a neat order, and from time to time would throw away crippled quills that were of no use.

On the center of the messy desk was what Victor was currently working on; a drawing of blue fluttering butterflies. Old sketches of butterflies that he had drawn before crowded around the large peice of parchments, one of them he remembered drawing right before his wedding rehersel two years prior. Victor looked down upon the old sketches, his suit jacket on a bedpost, vest unbuttoned, tie lying on the bed, sleeves rolled up. He always did this when drawing, it felt much more relaxing. Giving another sigh, Victor grabbed a quill, dipped it gently into ink, and then began to draw once again.

Many moments passed by and Victor had created several blue butterflies on his parchment. The wind blew coolly into the room still, continuing to make the day enjoyable. Victor paused, taking in the moment. Suddenly, there was a tiny knock on his half-opened door. He turned around to see his beautiful wife, Victoria, standing under the doorframe, a small smile on her face.

"Can I come in?" she asked, quietly.

Victor grinned, opening the door fully for her. In her right hand was a cup of tea, her other hand placed upon her large stomach. She was about seven months pregnant now, which was hard to believe. It seemed just yesterday that Victor found out she was carrying their child.

"Tea, darling?" asked Victoria, offering the cup to her husband. "Betsey told me that you were probably up here."

Victor took the warm cup from her gratefully, giving her a small kiss on the lips. This action surprised her, making her cheeks blush he noticed.

"Thank you. Come inside and sit for a while."

And so she did. Victoria entered the bedroom, looking around at everything. Victor's room was quite small, for it only contained a small master bed, his desk across from it, two shelves over them, a rubbish bin, and two nightstands. She looked fascinated by it all as she sat on an edge of the small bed, both of her fragile hands on her plump stomach. Victor pulled up his desk chair, sitting across from her. Victoria now looked at the walls which were plastered of sketches and drawings that Victor had drawn. Victor watched her, smiling at her fascination as he began to drink his tea.

"Do you like it here?"

Victoria now turned her attention to her husband, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh, yes. Do forgive me for prying," she said, looking down to the wooden floor.

"I don't mind at all, darling," said Victor, sincerely. "How was your visit?"

"Very...tumid. Not enjoyable, but I already knew it wouldn't be," she said, in a cheerful tone. "I'm just happy to be home now."

"Did...did your mother say anything about, uhh..." Victor didn't want to say it. "You know?"

Why did he even ask her? Victor regretted this now. Victoria went to go visit her mother just to be polite. It was always dreary and galling visiting the Everglots, now more than ever since Victoria became pregnant. Maudeline did not approve of her daughter having a child so quickly, for Victoria was only eighteen. Also, she was married for a mere two years to a man that's three years older than her. She thought that that was very scandelous, but then again, she thought nearly everthing was scandelous.

"Yes, she did. That's all the visit was," said Victoria, turning her head towards him. "Telling me how young I am to birth a child and how to raise it 'properly', to have a nanny so I can go about my own business..."

Victor put his cup of tea on his desk. Using his now free hands, he held Victoria's, sensing she was a little hurt by her mother, even though she didn't look it.

"You shouldn't take her words to heart," he whispered sympatheticly, carressing her cheek and hand.

She cracked a smile at him.

"Oh, I don't," said Victoria, "I just find it rather cutting, that's all. Thank you, though, darling." She kissed his cheek blissfully, then looked down upon her abdomen, a look of pure happiness spread across her face. "You know...I do appericate something that my parents did for me."

Victor cocked a brow at her.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What did they do, then?"

"They gave me you, Victor."

Victor couldn't help but flush at this; it was probably the kindest thing Victoria had ever said to him. And by the look on her face he knew that she truly meant what she just said.

"Oh, Victoria...that...you truly feel that way?"

Victoria stared at her abdomen for a few moments before speaking again.

"Ever since I first saw you, I knew you we're the one," she said softly with a touch of pure affection.

Victor gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He felt the same way about her.

"I felt the same exact way, Victoria," he whispered with good intentions.

Victoria now looked at him, placing one of her hands on Victor's right pale cheek.

"You know, every time I look at you, the baby starts kicking me...very hard," she added, grinning with tact.

Victor swallowed hard for some reason, he didn't really know why. He felt himself go red in the face.

"T-t-truly, V-Victoria?" he asked, stuttering.

She giggled at him. Victoria took Victor's hand and pressed it to the center of the stomach. Victor could feel strange movements inside her going very fast. My goodness, he thought in his head, our child is really in there. He never really realized that until that moment. He had never touched her stomach like that. Victoria could tell Victor was in awe, making her feel warm inside.

"I think it's because my heart starts pounding when I see you," Victoria confessed in a whisper.

"M-m-mine, t-too," Victor said back, still stuttering. He felt himself go red again.

Suddenly, Victor couldn't feel any more moments in her stomach.

"It's not moving anymore," he heard himself say out aloud.

"Oh, the baby does that often," Victoria explained in a gentle voice. "You should try talking to it, Victor. Betsey told me that they can apparently hear speech."

"T-talk to it?" for some reason, Victor felt embarrassed to do that. He didn't want to look like a fool.

Victoria gave him a tiny smile.

"I do it...you won't look foolish, it's just me, Victor," she giggled. "Come on, darling. Put your head next to the swell of my stomach, I don't mind at all."

Victor did what he was told. He went down onto the floor, putting his head against Victoria's plump abdomen. Victoria wrapped one of her arms around his neck, putting one of her hands in his untidy dark hair.

"Err...hello," he began, feeling utterly foolish. What on earth was he to say? He felt terribly silly. But Victoria wanted him to do this, so he should try with effort. "Err...I'm your father...I cannot wait to meet you."

Victor truly didn't know what to say, those were the only things that popped into his head. Nothing happened. Nothing was stirring inside of Victoria.

"Nothing is happening," he said more to himself than to Victoria.

"It takes time, darling...you're doing wonderfully," Victoria cooed in a soft voice.

Taking in a brief sigh, Victor continued trying to talk to the baby.

"I hope that we will become close...I can teach you how to play piano, and draw, and...other things, I suppose."

Still nothing. He should probably say something meaningful to the baby...but what? He knew not. Maybe...perhaps he should tell it that they loved it already? That was the truth, after all. Victor took a deep breath.

"And I want you to know that...that your mother and I...we...we love you very much already, even though we don't know each other well quite yet."

Nothing. What a failure he was, at nearly everything. He let out a deep sigh, feeling disappointed in himself. Victor knew that he was going to be the worst father ever, this proved it. But, wait...there it was again; movement. Victor smiled to himself, pressing his hand more on Victoria's stomach. He felt his wife's hand slide down to his back; she moved it around with gentle ease. This went on for quite a while, and when the baby stopped moving Victor got up from the ground. Suddenly, Victoria started to giggle, placing a hand over her mouth.

"What exactly are you laughing at, Victoria?" asked Victor, raising his brows at her in a child-ish way.

She examined him up and down, with a small embarrassed grin, her hand still settled over top of her small lips.

"You're...you're..."

"Yes?"

Victor thought that perhaps she was laughing at his actions towards the baby inside her. This made him feel somewhat irratated, Victoria told him to do it, and she knew he did not know what exactly to say.

"Wardrobe."

Victor looked down upon his clothes; he froze. He was not presentable at all, especially for his wife. His suit jacket and tie were placed unmindfully on his bed he realized. Quickly, he started to unroll his sleeves and button his vest.

"Do forgive me, Victoria," said Victor in a rush, desperately trying to reach for his jacket while putting his sleeves back together. "How rude of me to--"

She giggled once again, turning her head away from him, her cheeks blushing pink.