A/N: Still not feeling the "fluff", but if I don't force it out of me, this will never get written. Last pregnancy chapter guys... and then Lucas' hand will get broken. *wink wink*

Hi confused Guest! Maya did lose a baby. One of her twins. She didn't lose both.

Also hi Lucayaisotp (you commented on WWW)! I don't know if you'll see this, I'm assuming you will hopefully? But lol this story IS the one I was referring to when I said I had another pregnancy story out other than Enceinte. It's not a "traditional" pregnancy story because the focus wasn't originally on the pregnancy, but how they got there. The entire pregnancy part was supposed to be in the epilogue, but as I started writing it out, I realized the epilogue would end up being over ten thousand words if I didn't space it out. So there ended up being more chapters than I intended (Lol 7).

Thank you for the kind reviews! I appreciate the time you guys are taking out of your busy holiday season to drop me these kind words I don't deserve. Thank you for being so sweet! I appreciate it! :D

Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own GMW because these poor characters would be put through the ringer...

"Urgh… why is this place so dirty?" Maya muttered under her breath, looking around their baby's room in irritation.

Maya was nesting quite a bit, constantly wanting to clean and fix up the place to prep, but Lucas had done his best to distract her to make sure she was relaxed as they slowly approached her due date. They were both just ready and impatient for Katia to arrive already, though they both knew the sleepless nights would continue for a while afterwards.

Lucas chuckled under his breath, gently massaging Maya's feet as she let out these soft moans of pure bliss every few handful of seconds when he hit a particular spot that was sore.

"It's fine, Maya."

Although he knew he had lied with that. Their apartment was currently a wreck, especially the living room and the kitchen with the leftover food and the utensils and silverware on every surface. There was a hell of a lot of stuff to clean up, and even though Maya would definitely complain about it later (he had no doubt), Lucas knew he'd probably end up cleaning it up himself.

Maya had had her baby shower that entire afternoon and they'd had several guests over to partake in the celebration. Unfortunately, Riley hadn't been able to make it because she was out of the country on a job, and Farkle hadn't been able to come either since he was at a debate in Illinois, but they'd sent their gifts much earlier.

Their last guests had left not ten minutes ago, and Lucas and Maya had spent some time moving the baby goods they'd received into his old home office—turned baby room—where they had everything set up to prepare for when Katia would come in about two weeks. Plush couch for nursing, changing station, crib, stuffed animals, and more for their daughter. They'd arranged a lot of stuff already, but there were still gifts scattered all over the living room. They'd gotten tired of the cleaning up and arranging about three minutes in and Maya had lain down on the fuzzy rug, relaxing her aching limbs. Lucas had taken it upon himself to help relieve the tension in her feet.

He knew Maya had to be exhausted from the day's events. She could only smile and laugh and keep up appearances for so long before she needed to rest. Each day that passed, she was less energetic, needing more rest and sometimes just spending the whole day lounging around on the bed, whining and threatening to handcuff Lucas to the bed if he didn't come cuddle with her after work.

As if right on cue, Maya lifted her head and pouted at him.

"Come lay down next to me, Huckleberry."

He set her foot down gently and crawled over beside her, lying down next to Maya on his back and also staring at the ceiling of their baby room. Maya had painted a sun around the ceiling fan, its rays of light spreading across the entire ceiling. Maya had finished painting the room about a week ago, tastefully decorating one wall with a tree in the springtime and bluebirds flitting about near the head of the crib. She'd painted the entire room in pastels, the rest of the room a scene of a warm spring afternoon with animals playing and frolicking about.

"You know? I've been wondering. Why did you draw an elephant if this is supposed to be a forest?" Lucas muttered playfully.

"Quiet Ranger Rick. I did what I could with Katia threatening to burst out of me."

"An elephant though?"

"Hater."

Lucas chuckled under his breath, catching Maya's hand in his own and lacing their fingers together. She gave his hand a soft squeeze and in that moment, he didn't think he could feel any more comfortable beside Maya, laying on the floor and having a quiet moment to themselves.

"I'm just glad you're done with painting it."

"Hmmm."

He was utterly, unbelievably in love with Maya, but she was scaring the shit out of him with her reckless behaviour. She'd tried to climb on the nightstand to paint one of the leaves near the top of the tree, and Lucas had nearly had a heart attack when he came back from getting them some water and Maya had almost fallen backwards. She'd found it hilarious that he flung the bottles and rushed to try to catch her if she did fall, but he had thought his heart was going to stop. She had been much too blasé about her pregnancy, acting basically the same way she had always acted, and though Lucas wished she would utilize him more, she refused to let him do everything or handle everything when she was just as capable.

He believed her. He honestly did. He knew she could do it herself, he just wished he didn't have to lose five years of his life every time Maya decided to climb up on surfaces. He only hoped Katia would grow up tall so he wouldn't end up with two short little stacks of pancakes who would climb on things and make him lose his mind with fear.

"How are your contractions?"

"Crappy." Maya replied honestly, turning her head and smiling at Lucas. "But they're still spaced out pretty far. And I think most of them are just cramps. But Katia is ready to come out."

"Two weeks." Lucas said softly, also turning his head and gazing into Maya's beautiful, glimmering blue-gray eyes. "And then we're full time parents."

"Lucas…" Maya murmured with a soft chuckle, stroking her abdomen with her free hand. "We made a baby. It's just hard to believe sometimes."

"I know."

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. Maya's eyes fluttered closed, and she smiled against his lips.

"If I wasn't so exhausted, I would be on your lap right now rewarding you." Maya said.

"Maya Hart, too tired for sex? Never thought I would see the day." Lucas teased playfully, reaching over and stroking Maya's cheek.

"You know you're just as tired as I am, Ranger Rick."

"True. It's okay though. We'll have plenty of time for that when you're feeling better."

She opened her eyes, meeting Lucas' gaze. "You know we won't have time for each other in a long time, right?"

"Yeah."

"Promise you won't let that affect us."

She was speaking calmly, but Lucas could see the small sparks of fear crawling into her gaze that he hadn't seen in a while.

"Maya…" He frowned in concern.

"I've heard the horror stories from some of our friends. How having children can ruin relationships. How they drift apart and how having no time for intimacy makes them lose some part that kept their relationship healthy. I'm scared of losing what we have, Lucas."

She was scared of losing him, no doubt. She was scared he would leave.

"Maya. Yes, I have no doubt once we start raising Katia, things will be different. But we'll last. Because we'll make time for each other. Because neither of us will let us lose our relationship. Having less time for each other just means that we'll spend more time appreciating the time we do have with each other. We'll want to be near each other more." Lucas said, tucking a strand of her wild hair behind her ear. "Nothing in life is constant. Hell, we can attest to that. It took us five years with a lot of ups and downs to get back to where we were before we broke up. And a lot of Riley threatening me."

Maya chuckled softly, snuggling closer to him.

"But we can still have a kid and have our relationship. We can still have quickies in my car before I drop you off at work." He grinned when Maya rolled her eyes. "Unconditional love is what will make us last. And we have that. Between us and for our child. I know we'll be okay. And I'm not going anywhere."

"…You do deserve a reward. If I could get up from this comfortable position, I swear your pants would be off right now."

Lucas smiled, cupping her cheek, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed at the woman who had managed to capture his heart on a subway when they were younger. If someone had told Lucas at fourteen that he would meet the love of his life and soulmate through a ten second crazy relationship, he would never have believed it for a second.

Yet here he was, about to start a family with that same woman. The one who'd shown him it was okay to be him. The one who'd accepted him and lifted him up to be a better version of himself.

His missing half. His better half. The one who'd made his life complete.

"You are my reward, Maya. Just for wanting to be with me. For wanting to raise a family with me. For letting me love you, Maya. And for loving me too. I have everything I need with you."

Maya reached up with a sniffle, her eyes glistening with some unshed tears as she stroked his cheek. Her eyes were loving and warm as she gazed at him.

"Stupid Huckleberry's got me all emotional…" Maya smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She leaned forward and closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in another gentle kiss as Lucas wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her closer to him.

And Lucas knew he was the luckiest man alive.