Despite how badly he begged and pleaded, the Order just wouldn't give him a break.

Now into the third trimester of Miranda's pregnancy, Krory felt the need to be with her every second of the day yet for whatever reason, he was being sent out all over the world any chance they had.

"I don't get it…" Krory yawned and slowly trudged on down the hallway, his shoulders slumped and legs feeling heavy. It was currently 3 am in the morning, finally back home after two weeks Krory made his way to his room where she was most likely asleep. Which sounded heavenly about now.

Though he was close to dead tired, it didn't stop him from thinking about the entire situation, something was wrong and he knew it.

"I mean…I'm the only person in this whole place that has a good reason to stay home…so why am I being sent out the most?" he sighed to himself, trying to understand.

Komui, despite him being quite eccentric was a very kind man and was understandable to each exorcist's situation; it just seemed out of character to send Krory away for so long, especially when his wife was so close to delivery.

And those men who've been hanging around them lately.

Krory growled lightly; every time he saw them they would just give off a bad feeling, making him feel the need to hold her closer. Was it so wrong to feel so possessive?

Soon he finally made it to his room, with the last bit of strength he had in his body, he gently opened the door and peaked in. Through the darkness, he could see the small lump that was Miranda's body in their bed, sleeping not so peacefully. He kept his gaze on her as he gently shut the door behind him, watching her gently writhe and move about, desperately looking for a comfortable place to sleep but to no avail.

She had told him many times that she just couldn't find sleep without him, though he was gone quite a bit and all she could do was sleep.

He sighed, they both were suffering for no reason. Needless to say he was more than excited to be almost done.

Tossing his bag and cloak in some random corner of the room he silently made his way to the bed.

Now that he was closer he could see her eyes screwed shut but brows furrowed in frustration. He reached out, gently stroking her hair lovingly.

"….Its going to be worth it…I promise" he cooed softly.

He continued his little gestures as his mind wandered. Her hair was getting longer, though it was hard to tell with her hair constantly tied back, he was one of the few people that saw her curly locks hanging over her shoulders.

The dark circles under her eyes unfortunately grew slightly, her sleepless night were showing though it didn't stop him from thinking she was the most beautiful thing on this sad planet.

It wasn't long before she realized that the hang gently touching her was too real to be a dream, she yawned and slowly opened her eyes, "Arystar? Is that you?"

He smiled a bit," Hello"

She blinked a moment before suddenly her eyes popped open, she quickly sat up and stared straight at him. Her sudden movements caused Krory to jumped back slightly.

"Um… are you alright honey?"

"It's…it's really you? I'm not dreaming this time?" she asked, desperate for an answer.

He frowned, of course she would dream of him being there though he really wasn't.

"No, you're not dreaming, I just got home and-"

"Oh thank Gott, I thought I vas going to explode!" without much of a warning, she suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him into bed with her. Poor Krory yelped in surprise, his tired body didn't stand much of a fight, though he wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

It took a moment to figure out exactly what was going on, but eventually he figured out that she was sitting on his lap, grasping his shirt like a vice grip and had her lips crushing his.

Obviously Krory was quite confused.

The moment his lips were free she suddenly began to kiss at his neck.

"Wh-what the….M-Miranda" he gulped," A-a-are you ok?" he already knew the answer to that.

She mumbled in between her kisses, he did his best to try and understand what was going on and what she was trying to say but was getting very distracted.

"H-honey, c-come on, you need to relax" he tried again, soon she let go of his shirt, letting him fall back.

But she ignored him, mumbling here and there as she tried to rip open his shirt. He couldn't understand her for the most part, but her actions alone were enough to tell him that she was very sexually frustrated about now.

In light of this revelation, Krory began to panic. He had read in several books that due to the increase in hormones of the females body they can get a little…excited. Though you would have expected it, there were a number of occasions where Miranda was feeling VERY sexually frustrated and that was before she was pregnant. If he didn't stop her now she would rape the poor man.

She eventually gave up on his shirt and went for his pants, in which Krory grabbed her hands in a panic.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Miranda! Calm down!"

"Arystar….please? its been months…I can't take this!" she whimpered, almost sounding desperate.

"Yes yes I know, sweetie but as much as I would love to, the fact that we would be doing it while your pregnant is just a little too weird and I'm really exhausted" he did his best to state his argument in a calm manner, though his grip on her hands were tight, to make sure she wouldn't attack him again.

"But…but…its been forever und I heard somevhere that it vouldn't effect the baby in anyvay und its good exercise und even if you veren't here I can't reach und-"

"ALRIGHT! Too much information there…honey…" he laughed nervously," Look I promise I'll make it up to you after she's born but for now let me sleep? I'm really tired"

She pouted and stared straight into his eyes and very soul, Krory shivered," You promise?"

He gulped," Cross my heart"

She remained as she was for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh," Fine…" she huffed.

He sighed in relief and let go of her wrists, she crossed her arms and pouted before removing herself from his lap, gently plopping over on her side next to him. A cold shoulder, Krory sighed sadly and fell over on his back, letting exhaustion and the comfy mattress take over.

Despite wanting nothing more than to cuddle with his fiancé, welcoming him home after a long and hard mission, he got the opposite. Under normal circumstances, he would do his best to not take this odd situation personally and try to not over think it, but soon his entire body just turned off.

He was out like a light and dead to the world, still in his clothes, lying on his back and breathing softly.

Meanwhile, Miranda was still awake, arms folded across her chest and keeping her back to him, silently waiting if he would try to apologize or make it up to her for his nonsense of refusing to sleep with her. But got nothing in the end, she waited for a few moments, but only received silence.

She bit her lip and gently tapped her finger against her arm, waiting. Still nothing.

The frustrated horny pregnant woman finally let out a small growled before flipping herself over to face him, to see for herself what the hold up was.

"ZZzzzz…."

"Are you kidding me?" she growled, sitting up on her elbows, peering through the darkness to confirm that he truly did just fall asleep in about 15 seconds.

She let out a small cry of defeat, she was just going to have to live with this feeling for a few more months…a few more long torturous antagonizing months.

Miranda sighed and gently lied beside him, listening to him breathe softly and watch the faint outline of his chest rise and fall.

His bare chest.

A small sly grin grew on her face as she recalled that she still opened most of his shirt in her desperate attempt to get some.

Scooted herself a tad closer to the unconscious vampire she kept her eyes glued on where she assumed his face was as she snaked a hand up his sides and into his shirt, sure enough she felt warm skin and sighed happily.

Being desperate, she was more than happy to take bare skin than her own imagination.

She purred softly, gently stroking his chest while he showed little to no response she didn't care, anything to subdue herself.

It didn't take long before she felt the need to rid him of the shirt entirely, she made quick work of the rest of his buttons, letting gravity take hold of the fabric and pull it to his sides. Wasting no time she slowly dragged her small hands from his chest to his abs, but like a splash of cold water found herself awakened from her sexual trance when she realized that she was no longer feeling warm skin but rough and slightly damp fabric.

Sitting up on her elbow again she looked down at where her hand was, trying to imagine what she was feeling. His entire torso was covered in bandages; the slightly damp spots of blood told her that his wounds were still fresh, as were his small whimpers of pain as she ran her hand across them.

"…vhat did they do to you?"

Receiving no answer, of course not expecting one, she scooted up slightly to place a small kiss on his cheek before cuddling into him, though careful to not harm him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…" she whimpered, once again her hormones over reacting she silently began to cry.

"I'm such a whore..." she mumbled into his shoulder letting her tears flow freely, "I've alvays have been, that's vhy ve're in this mess in the first place I'm so sorry Arys-

Her words were cut off short when she felt his hand sneak up behind her and rest on her large swollen belly.

"Shh…" he cooed softly, turning his head enough to place a small kiss on her forehead.

She blushed gently and looked up, his eyes were still closed but now with a small smile on his lips.

Miranda smiled sadly and buried her face in his shoulder, gently whispering, "I'm sorry…"

"I missed you" he whispered back before falling asleep, letting her tears of regret turn to joy, more than happy to have him home.


The next morning Krory woke up first, carefully leaving his fiancé's grasp to clean his wounds and replace his bandages from his last mission.

He sighed and looked over himself in the mirror, fresh white cloth covered his torso that was nearly sliced in half had he not turned around in time. He winced at the memory as he gently traced his wounds.

It was definitely a close call but definitely not his closet. He had been employed with the Order for nearly 3 years, yet he had accumulated more wounds in just these past few months than he had in a full year. His skin was covered in bruises, old scars and new ones, his eyes slowly beginning to look like Miranda's dark circles due to lack of sleep, hopefully not as permanent as hers.

As he stood there in the bathroom before the large mirror, speak of the devil here came Miranda. She walked right past him, probably didn't even really notice him, sliding her feet against the floor, looking somewhat zombie like before taking her usual place in front of the toilet. He watched her ritual morning sickness with a small frown, it was natural, and all of her symptoms meant everything was going well yet seeing her in pain was something he just had to learn to bear. He prepared a warm wet cloth as she finished her vomiting session, her small whimpers told him she was done for now.

"….Guter Morgen der Herr Toilette…" she whimpered, gently brushing her cheek against her porcelain friend.

"…Good morning" he called out, taking a seat next to her on the floor, placing the damp cloth on the back of her neck. Immediately getting her attention her head snapped up to face him, though instantly regretted it as her morning sickness headache came into effect full force. She whimpered, grasping her pulsation skull and leaned against the toilet.

"...hello…" she grumbled.

He smiled a bit, no point if they're both grumpy, he did his best to at least attempt to make her feel better, "Anything new that I should know about?"

"Not really…" she purred as he began to gently rub her sore back, "I'm sorry about last night…"

He blushed at the memory, "I-It's fine, I know you're getting anxious…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't either" he chuckled softly.

They shared a small laugh before falling into silence.

Finally she gently pat her toilet friend on its side before flushing it and closing the lid.

"…I'm sick of this…" she sighed, now folding her arms on top of the closed toilet and burying her face in it, enjoying his small back message.

"It's called pregnancy sweetie, you have t-"

"No no…I can't take this…by myself…I feel so alone" Miranda mumbled in her arms.

He stopped for a moment, "But you're not, you have Linalee and-"

"They're not you"

Finally she sat up and stared him through misty eyes, ready to spill over.

"I need you"

He smiled sadly, reaching up and brushing away her bangs from her eyes, "I need you too, this will all be over soon. Just hang in there for a bit longer, you can do it"

"…I can't stay depressed vhen you're around…" she fought a laughed as he put on his goofy smile that caused her to fall for him in the first place.

He chuckled and placed a small kiss on her cheek, "I love you too"


"Pancakes with cheese huh?" Krory commented with disgust.

Miranda laughed sheepishly, grasping his hand as they walked down the hallway out of the cafeteria, "It vas good…und surprisingly Soba is too!"

"One would HAVE to be pregnant to enjoy whatever that is!" he shuddered, repressing the memory of trying Kanda's favorite dish when he first joined the Order.

"If you say so, but I still really think you should try the pizza vith sardines…"

The moment the two turned into the next of many intersecting hallways, something warm and clammy was firmly placed over Miranda's mouth as well as Krory's.

Unfortunately for Krory the alleged 'attacker' was too short to reach Krory's mouth and was forced to climb on his back then cover his mouth.

"I keep forgetting how tall you are…" the 'attacker' commented.

'Komui?' the two exchanged nervously glances.

"You two will not say a word until we're in the clear you understand?" he whispered harshly, the two, though nervous, were quick to nod in agreement.

"Good, follow me and be quick!" Komui let them go and hopped of Krory's back before suddenly taking off. Confused, Krory and Miranda stood there watching him run down the hall way, stop, press his back to the wall and slide against it, making sure no one was around.

"…What…the…"

"…I think I know vhere he's going…" Miranda watched him carefully," Come on!" Miranda grasped his hand tighter and took off after the man of science before Krory had a chance to argue. Not that he would win anyway.

Up some stairs, a few hallway crossings and nervously slowing down the pace if there were people near by, soon they reached a secluded room covered in tape, "WORK IN PROGRESS DO NOT ENTER".

Of course at this Krory gulped.

Komui looked around, constantly on the look out for anyone who could possibly be watching him as he quickly pulled out some keys to unlock the door.

"Alright…In the clear!" he grinned victoriously and opened the door for the two. Miranda tugged on Krory's hand, giving him a gentle reassuring squeeze before entering. Once inside Komui quickly closed the door and locked it behind him.

Krory looked around, out of pure instinct he held her close as he examined the foreign machinery around him in the small room.

"Where…are we?"

"This is the ultrasound room" Miranda tugged at him again, out of habit walking over to the bed next to the odd machine,"…but I thought the machine vas broken…und my next appointment vas next veek?"

Komui's glasses shined, he had a small grin of pride on his face as he flipped on the switch. Within moments the machine hummed to life.

"I fixed it early so Mr. Krory here could see for himself!"

"R-really?" Miranda's eyes shined.

Despite hearing the wonderful stories of this new ability to see his baby girl while she's inside the womb, Krory was never able to see it for himself, always just so conveniently gone while Miranda was under going the procedure. But his lack of excitement was mainly due to the tendency to be rewarded before leaving his home again, to possibly lessen the blow though it never truly worked.

"I'm getting sent out tomorrow aren't I?"

Komui sighed, "No use fooling you anymore".

"Supervisor can't you do something? Can't he stay for a few days at least?" Miranda begged gently.

"I'm…I'm very sorry, both of you but I can't do that. But just think of all the extra work days you're racking up! Once your baby is born you'll be able to have at least two months of paid vacation!"

"I…suppose…" Krory mumbled a bit, not exactly happy with the answer but he knew he wasn't going to get anything else.

"Alright no more of that! Let's see how your baby girl is doing" Komui, diligently hiding his sorrow as he worked on his machine of madness.

Krory gulped, watching Komui do his thing. Which included putting strange gel on her bare belly and putting some strange remote over it. The poor vampire exorcist couldn't help but scratch his head at the strange ritual but Miranda seemed fine with it.

Soon, the screen beside her hummed to life, Krory bit his lip in anticipation and worry. Within a few moments the foggy static cleared, showing a faint outline of a sleeping baby, and soon to be his first born child.

"Ah ha, there you are. My she's gotten big" Komui laughed, keeping his eyes on the screen while he moved the remote here and there to get a better picture but the small child just wouldn't stop moving," Hmph, and camera shy it would seem get back here!" he grumbled, Miranda laughed watching him desperately try to get a clear picture of her face to show Krory.

Meanwhile, the tall exorcist forgot to breathe.

He didn't know what to expect from this sudden appointment, he would've been perfectly happy with a picture of his daughters foot and yet here he was watching her move, breathe, kick and grasp on this small black and white screen. In one swift moment it all came crashing down on him.

He was going to be a Dad.

Finally after just a few moments that felt like hours, he caught his breath and spoke gently, "…..is…is that really…"

"Ah ha! Caught you" Komui squealed in victory, finally getting a somewhat clear picture of her face," See? This is her nose, these black spots on the eyes, and chin is here!" he pointed to each feature, translating the blurry picture to what they were seeing.

"Oh wow…Miranda's she's beautiful" Krory whimpered, desperately fighting his tears, he swore to be a man to Komui, and crying just didn't seem manly yet he couldn't help but let a couple of stray tears escape upon seeing his baby.

"She's going to be tall like you, look at those legs!" Miranda laughed through her tears. She grasped his hand and gently kissed the back of it. Krory laughed also, wiping his face, blushing in embarrassment though gently grasping her hand as well.

"H-hey don't you start crying! You'll make me cry too!" Komui grumbled, looking away from the cute couple thought his shoulders were shaking slightly.

"Komui this is the greatest thing you've ever created!" Krory exclaimed happily, Komui, finally composing himself, turned to face the two, shrugging at the comment.

"Well actually it's from the future…but I personally think the 3-D movie projector is the best but each to their own I guess!" he laughed.

"Now, that's enough for now before the machine overheats, if that's alright with you two?" he paused his motions to switch the ultrasound off, waiting for the ok.

"It's more than enough thank you so much!" Krory, with a big smile on his face and free hand clenched in motivation, "I promise I won't complain anymore! I'll pack and get ready to leave right now!"

Komui felt his throat tighten and heart die a little inside, "…yeah…you do that…"

With that he turned the machine off. Letting the screen of their baby fade away into the darkness.


As Krory held his lovely Miranda in his arms and ran off happily down the hallway, Komui sighed in relief, watching the two go as he locked up his "secret room".

"Krory sure looks happy" Reever, who was waiting outside for them, commented as he also watched the couple go.

"The best he's looked all month" Komui smiled, putting his key in his pocket.

"…so you actually went out of your way to fix the thing while the Officers weren't here so he could see his child?" Reever scratched his stubble, making sure what he thought was true.

Komui shrugged, rubbing his nose, very proud of his charity, "It's only fair besides, he needed to see what he was fighting for with his own eyes. With this motivation he just might be able to get through what is to come"

For a moment, they were silent, watching Krory gently peck his girl on the forehead before disappearing from sight.

"…I sure hope they're ready"

"…..So do I"


Sooooooooooooo I COULD write up a list of excuses for you all :D But that would be a novel and a half.

I deeply apologize to you all for the lack of updates. Finally graduated and now i can move on to more important things in life. Like Fanfiction!

I promise to finish this fic before I work on anything else. rawr!

Cmon guys! Keep the KroryxMiranda love alive!

~SWD