A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews everyone! Here's Chapter two of what I'd call The Ultimate Riff And Magenta Baby Fluff Fest (short: TURAMBFF). My love for their relationship may or may not have vomited all over this chapter.

Disclaimer: Thank God, Richard O'Brien owns this. Just ... thank God.

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A rock had fallen off Magenta's heart when she had seen Riff accept the news of her pregnancy so well. They had sat down and had had a long talk about everything that was ahead of them, the possible risks for the baby and Magenta's health and anything they could possibly do to relieve her during the delivery.

'I won't let anything happen to you. Either of you.' Riff had promised, his hand drawing lazy patterns on Magenta's stomach.

This made her feel secure and she could actually feel the agitation start coursing through her. At first it was mainly worry, but now as almost every source of trouble had been solved, she could finally get a breath and take in the news. I'm going to be a mother. This meant sleepless nights, diapers, the dire need of a crib or maybe even a nursery somewhere in the castle. She could only hope that her child would grow to see Transsexual and learn to call it home instead of this small, dirty and violent planet.

There was still one pretty pending problem though. Riff and Magenta still hadn't informed Frank of her condition.

Both of them were putting it off. Columbia called them idiots, said that she was sure that their master wouldn't have anything in mind. 'I'd bet he has a soft spot for children' she told them 'especially if it's the cute lovechild of you two, little lovely pigeons.'

Riff furrowed his brow.

'I don't understand the bird reference.'

Magenta seemed just as confused. The groupie laughed loudly.

Their daily schedules were now suffering dire changes. Riff insisted that Magenta didn't work too much. Frankly, she thought, he was being overprotective – she knew how to take care of herself and the life growing inside of her. Judging by simple math, she believed to be of almost four weeks already. She had refused to go to a human doctor and her brother had agreed with her on the subject. Even though the Transylvanians' physiology was pretty similar to the humans', there were still minor differences, which could easily have been seen by the trained eye. And the last thing they needed was suspicion. The siblings had decided to find a way to solve that problem, but none of them seemed to be having any bright ideas so far.

This was worrying Columbia.

'But you have to see the doctor! How do you know that Magriff Junior is growing all right in there?'

'I told you a hundred times, Columbia, no way am I going to see a human doctor just to be pushed into some kind of research lab afterwards.' Magenta replied. 'And what's with the freaky name?'

'It's a mash-up!' The groupie sounded almost offended. 'Between yours and Riff's! I think it sounds lovely!'

'It's awful. I'm never naming my child like that.' Magenta laughed wholeheartedly.

'How about Riffgenta then?'

'Remind me not to seek your advice when I start picking a name.'

Columbia pouted for a while, but then decided to drop it.

The only household duties that Magenta would do were serving up Frank's dinner and breakfast. Even that she did with Riff's help. Her brother insisted that he'd take over all the dusting, cleaning, swiping, cooking and everything else she ever did around the house. Combined with all of the work he had at the lab, he would come back to their room late at night as if a pick-up truck had just run him over. Magenta wasn't happy like this.

'I'm pregnant. I'm not mentally or physically disabled. I can handle it.' She complained one evening, just as her brother had crashed on the bed beside her, his arms wrapped gently around her waist. Riff laughed and kissed her forehead sleepily.

'Such a little fighter you've always been, my lovely sister.'

'I mean it, Riff. You can't just have all your strength drained away from you from the day.' When he didn't answer, she decided to tease him. It always worked better. 'The household duties keep you from doing your bedroom duties. I'm going to file a complaint.'

Her brother laughed and tickled her, making her squeal in his tight grip.

'Really? Who to?'

'I don't know! Frank! Eddie!' she managed to breathe out through the laughter. 'Ahh! Stop it!'

'Are you really going to, now?'

Magenta tried to squirm out of his arms but it was useless. Bad thing was, Riff had always known where she had been the most ticklish. He was handling her with care, as usual, but not failing to make the breath draw out of her lungs from laughter.

'Okay, okay, no complaints. Stop now!'

He did and she growled at him angrily. Riff always managed to do that – distract her either with a kiss, sex or tickling.

And, she had to admit, it totally worked.

Magenta moved closer to him, fitting her head in the crook of his neck, feeling his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her bare back.

'I'm serious, though. Let me do something at least. I'm going to die out of boredom up here all day.'

''Genta –'

'Don't 'Genta' me. You know it's true. I'm feeling okay, the baby is also okay, I even stopped getting sick already. Please, let me help you.'

He sighed. 'I can never get the better of you, can I?'

'You should have stopped trying years ago.'

Magenta felt Riff's chest vibrate with laughter. 'Okay. Dusting.'

'And dishwashing.'

'Don't push your luck, little lady.'

'Fine, that's what I'll say the next time you get a hard-on.'

Finally, their playful bantering ended on Riff agreeing with her conditions. She felt him doze off next to her and she followed him soon enough, the sweet taste of victory still lingering on her tongue.

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As she returned to some of her household duties, Magenta found her routine now to be much more bearable. She was doing something instead of staring at walls all day and it was taking a good deal off Riff's shoulders as well. A harmony settled into their little dysfunctional family and soon she felt that she hadn't had such a good time ever since they'd left Transsexual.

Columbia was over the moon with excitement. She was containing it in front of Frank, who still didn't have a clue for what was going on in the servants' dorms, but she couldn't be trusted in front of Eddie. When the delivery boy arrived one day and first gave Magenta a big bone-crushing hug that got her into the air and then went to hug Riff as well, who stood up straight as a stone pole, a frightened look on his face, while his sister and the groupie were doubled with laughter, it was fairly obvious that he was familiar with their situation. He had joined his beloved Columbia in her excitement and now the both of them were talking baby clothes and nursery colors, while the siblings looked at them with bemused expressions on their faces.

One day, while Magenta was doing her last housework of the day, just having served the prince his dinner, she heard a familiar voice calling her.

'Psst!'

She turned around to see Columbia waving at her from one of the rooms she had never entered.

'What is it?'

'Come here, now!'

'What? Why? I'm just about to finish my work and I'm ti –'

'Quit whining and come here, Mags! I have a surprise for you!' the groupie's eyes glinted in mischief. Magenta sighed and dropped the duster to the floor, she went to join her friend in the room.

'Ta-daa!'

Magenta's gaze dropped to the floor to where Columbia was pointing excitedly. She raised an eyebrow.

'Wow. A trunk. One of humanity's greatest technological achievements. Really fascinating.'

The groupie's face fell.

'No, silly! Look!'

She opened the trunk and Magenta could basically feel her jaw drop. The trunk was filled with children's toys, from stuffed animals to little wooden trains, painted in light colors, slightly old but otherwise in perfect condition. Even though she didn't want to, Magenta could feel happy tears crinkling the corners of her eyes. God, she hated pregnancy hormones, they made her cry over the smallest darn things. Just yesterday, Riff had had to comfort her for an hour and a half because she had found a dead little bird on their window pane.

'Columbia, that's – how did you –'

'Eddie!' the other girl exclaimed excitedly 'He took a trip to his uncle's and said a friend of his was going to have a baby and he took all of his old toys! Isn't it wonderful!'

Magenta picked up a rather ragged teddy bear with a switchblade knife stuck in its back.

'How highly educational.'

Columbia shrugged.

'He has been a problem child ever since the crib, my Eddie. But I guess the others are okay.'

And she was right. Apart from the misfortunate teddy and some broken toy soldiers, the stuffed animals and all the other toys were in great condition. Magenta could already picture them in little white hands, she could see herself explaining to her child just how exactly trains worked or it and Riff building little towers out of the constructor and laughing when they suddenly fell down. The hated wetness invaded her eyes again.

'Oh, dear, don't cry!' Columbia hugged her friend tightly.

'I'm sorry, just … you know. Hormones are having an orgy in my body right now.'

Columbia nodded sympathetically, as they kept digging through the trunk and laughing at the unforeseen discoveries they would make and deciding what would be appropriate for the baby to play with.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened with a crash and a familiar sleazy voice came from behind their backs.

'What's with the entire racket, ladies?'

Magenta's smile froze on her face, when she turned around to see Frank standing in the doorframe.

'Master –'

'We're sorry, Frankie.' Columbia interrupted her. 'We didn't mean to wake you up.'

'Nonsense, nonsense!' he exclaimed, walking around to them, standing just above their figures and the trunk. 'So, which one of you has suddenly developed a toy mania?'

Columbia and Magenta exchanged glances.

'We just found them lying around and –'

'Tsk, tsk, tsk, girls!' Frank plopped on the floor next to them, picking up one of the broken toy soldiers and examining it carefully. 'You certainly don't think I'm stupid, do you? So, which one of you is it, then?'

Magenta felt her heart stop. She had hoped to keep the secret for a little longer. At least until it started to show. But she still decided to play dumb.

'I'm sorry, Master?'

'Yes, Frankie, dear,' Columbia joined with a little exaggerated laugh. 'what the hell are you talking about?'

Frank's eyes shone in mischief.

'Either one of you has just had a newborn baby in their family, or, more likely, one of you is going to provide this household with a little bundle of joy in about 8 months. As I'd probably know if any of your families have had a new addition and I doubt you'd be so secretive about it, I'd assume the latter. So, which one of you is it?'

Magenta looked at the prince's face for any sign of aggravation, anger, madness, anything, but saw the exact opposite. He was actually … excited. God, was baby love like a disease which flew in the air or something?

She felt the words roll off her mouth before she could stop them.

'It's me.'

'Oh, goodie, I knew it!' he clapped his hands, a wide-toothed smile appeared on his ruby lips. 'It's wonderful, Magenta!'

'I'm … sorry?'

Magenta couldn't believe this. Columbia had actually been right. Frank was a sucker for babies.

'It's wonderful!' he repeated, his eyes shining. 'I've been expecting it to happen soon, I was just wondering which one of you was going to be first!'

'Hey!' they both exclaimed, but Frank pretended he hadn't heard them.

'This is just splendid. It's about time we have a new addition to our little family here. It's been getting boring. Besides, I do love little children.'

Magenta smiled and felt relief warm her up from the inside. Everything ever since she had gotten pregnant was going much better than expected. Perhaps she had to start looking from the good side of it now.

'So' Frank put his chin on his palms, leaning closer to them 'tell me all about it. When's your term?'

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'He said what?'

Riff stared at her, a bemused expression splayed over his features.

'Yes, can you believe it?' Magenta ran a comb through her frizzy hair before she gave up and crashed on the bed beside him. 'He actually does like children! And Columbia was staring at me all the time with her annoying 'I-told-you-so' face.'

'God, that must have been frustrating.'

'Beyond any merits. And you know what else? He said that he'd be glad to help me with the medical part of it. What do you know. He's actually a real doctor.'

Her brother stretched himself, wrapping her arms around her, as she leaned into his warm touch. She felt all the stress from the day drain away. Everything was good. Fine. Great, even. She could see better days coming up already. Well, apart from all the weight she was going to gain, the weird appetite she'd have, the heat waves and the changing moods. But still, everything would be fine. As long as they were together and she had Riff and her other friends' support, she somehow knew she would go through this and the result would be a lovely, healthy and beautiful baby. Their child.

'What are you thinking?'

Magenta turned to her brother, looking into his deep blue eyes. She secretly hoped that the baby took his eyes, instead of her own froggy green ones.

'Whether you'd still love me when I reach the size of a whale.'

Riff laughed and kissed her nose, his hand gently stroking her belly.

'I'm sure you'll be an adorable little whale.'

She smacked his arm and laughed and soon they both drifted into a peaceful sleep, tangled in each other, Riff's hand still resting on her stomach.