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The next month ... I guess I should have seen it coming. All that time had passed in what seemed the time it took to bat a lash.

Every night was bliss for me, and for Vergil, whether he realized it or not. The whole matter of my father being Mundus still lingered in the atmosphere but it might as well have evaporated all together. We paid no mind to it ... mostly.

Although, when it did make its way to the forefront of our minds, it was a brief telepathic moment where we just knew the other was thinking of it as well, therefore there was no need to mention. What was coming though, was something I should have seen coming. I had to be blind for the possibility to not cross my mind, or just plain stupid.

...The shittiest day ever...

"I don't think I feel so good," I groaned. That uneasy feeling in my stomach was enough to make me want to hurl.

...wait

MAKE WAY! I flew off the couch we'd been resting on and tore for the bathroom off the bedroom. There was no hesitation; the lovely taste of Chinese food and stomach fluids stained the roof of my mouth and tongue.

How attractive.

"What's wrong?" Vergil's naturally dull and cool voice called from the room. We'd been reading as usual. It wasn't like there was much on TV anyway. Besides, Vergil didn't seem interested in television anymore ... or anything human for that matter.

"No, I think my stomach just did a saumersault," I gagged and jumped when two cold hands pulled my hair from out of my face.

"You were like this yesterday too. I told you to stay in bed and recover," I looked back at him. He wasn't dressed like normal. I'd finally convinced him to buy some more common clothes. Like for instance, the blue ringer tee and stone washed jeans that he was wearing right now. I said it was for the sake of him not standing out so much whenever he accompanied me in town, and also, well, he just looked scrumptious in normal clothes like that.

"I told you, sickness is a weakness, and I refuse to let it keep me down," I argued.

"Well, if you ask me, I'd say it's the food in your stomach you need to keep down," I could hear him smile, if that was possible, "besides, I don't find holding your hair while you vomit some ungodly smelling bile from you very exciting, or attractive for that matter. Especially with what and how much you eat, I'm not surprised,"

"I just want it to go away," I pleaded more towards my body than him.

"Precisely why you need to return to bed," His hand came down to pull back a loose chunk of hair and place it behind my ears gently.

"Whatever, you win," My body convulged when another episode expelled more of the foul, half digested Chinese.

"Naturally," He slipped the pony tail holder off my arm and ran his fingers through my hair before tying it up.

"Thanks," I said mid gag.

"I suggest you take a shower first,"

"Perhaps this isn't the time to be asking this, but, can we grab some Taco Bell?" I humbly tilted my head in his direction to see a perplexed Vergil staring me back as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

"You're here vomiting and all you can think about is ordering more food?" He sounded as surprised as he could manage. With his emotion scale of 0-0 or possibly 0-1 on a good day, his expressionless face was as close as it was going to get.

"You probably think I'm bulimic, but all this food leaving me is making me even hungrier than before," I whined with a smile.

"And then you'll puke even more than now," His eyes narrowed, "It'll just be a viscious circle,"

"But I'm hungry,"

"How about soup," He wasn't so much asking me as he was telling me.

"Bleh, you know I hate soup, unless it's miso or some form of ramen," I complained, "Besides, I want some Mexican food. Like a quesidilla. Oh, chicken at that," Oh, all the delightful images were coming to mind and I could feel the saliva in my mouth increase just thinking about it.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're pregnant,"

We both fell silent then. He'd meant it as a joke, I was sure, but the idea still threatened. When my eyes locked on his there was a silent exchange.

Vomiting= Morning sickness. Wanting more food in strange cravings= Strange cravings.

Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod. No!

"It was meant as a joke, don't take it so seriously," He finally said, but he couldn't fool me. I knew the theory was still pressing at the front of his mind. He was considering it and that uneasy feeling wasn't subsiding.

"Right," I breathed with that same uneasiness.

"Turn your head back to the toilet until you're sure you're finished," He tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, "I don't particularly enjoy vomit on my clothes," He acted as though I'd already hurled on him.

"Oh, relax, would you? Oh, I just thought of something," Oh my god, maybe I was prego if I was thinking this, "How about some birthday cake ice cream!"

"You're pregnant," He waltsed away.

"I am not! I know we don't use protection but we're careful where timing is," I protested. He returned wearing the black leather jacket I'd bought him. It was nostalgic looking at him like this. I remembered when he used to dress like any normal teenager. He and Dante had been sought after by many girls at our school but they had always lost to me in the end. The boys never took interest in any other girls because they always preferred being around me. I was a lot more "fun" as they had put it. I wasn't a "priss" as Dante had said. Vergil just alienated everyone so girls just looked at him from afar.

"Well, I will say your breasts have gotten bigger than they already are. I just waved it off," Of course he would notice that over cravings and puking. Vergil was after all, a man, a boob man at that. ... Let's just say he was preoccupied with my breasts.

Not that I could blame him, not bragging, but I was proud of my C cups.

"Fine, buy a pregnancy test while you're out if you're so paranoid," I caved. What could it hurt? I looked at him again and smiled, "Aren't you glad we bought you some ... normal clothes?"

"I prefer my other ones," I heard the grudge in his tone.

"Well, we can't walk around the city when you look like you belong at some cosplay convention. As lovely as your wardrobe is, it looks like a costume to other people," That didn't seem to lighten him up, "Besides, your butt looks amazing in those jeans. You might need to leave before I pull you to bed," That did the trick.

"Taco bell, happy birthday ice cream, and a pregnancy test? Why do I feel like such a human?" Of course he would find something else to sulk over.

"Because you absolutely adore me and want to do everything you can to ensure my happiness and well being," I tried to come off as innocent as possible but that was just down right impossible for me to do, "Also you've never done the shopping before,"

"Can't I just send Alice?"

"I suppose, if you want to trust her with it all,"

"I'll go," He said abruptly and lifted me up princess style and laid me on the bed, "I don't think I should kiss you,"

"Well, I think you're full of shit," I pulled him down for one good long kiss before releasing him from the prison of my vomity mouth.

"Brush your teeth before I return," I followed him with my eyes as he strutted regally over to the window, opening it, and then doing a front flip out of it.

Sometimes, watching him was just too much.

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Alice had finally come to keep me company, though I was asleep. When I awoke she had already taken the liberty of setting up the alcohol and food.

Alcohol. Tempting, but ...

I didn't know if I was pregnant, and as much as I tried to deny it, it was still probably best to refrain.

"I can't drink, Alice," I yawned and sat upright.

"Don't tell me you'v signed up for AA or something," She laughed at my honest statement. She began to pour the second glass.

"Really Alice, I can't," I forced her eyes to meet mine and the theory flowing through my head must have been conveyed through our staring.

"Oh shit, you're prego aren't you?" She gasped.

"Still waiting to find out," I slouched. What was I to do? What did I do if I had a kid with Vergil? Literally, what was I to do? I still had training and other things I needed to do. I couldnt just drop eveything now, could I? The child themself would have problems to deal with. No doubt if knowledge of their existance were to be revealed, everyone would come in search of the descendent of both Sparda and Mundus. A person who carried within them, the extraordinary power of the Devil King and the Dark Knight, would be hunted. There would be no peace for them.

What of Vergil? He hadn't exactly stated his opinion on this. I didn't know if he wanted a child! Being Vergil, he probably would be apathetic towards the situation, but still.

"What do you mean waitng?"

"Are you done vomiting yet?" Vergil entered. If I hadn't of known better I'd have said he looked like the average guy coming home to his girlfriend with supper. However, I did know better so it made it even better since I knew seeing him looking so human wouldn't happen very often. I was surprised he'd even dressed this way this morning.

"For the most part. I did brush my teeth so I think you should hurry up and greet me properly," I gave a big cheese grin. He kissed me tenderly before pulling away. When I opened my eyes, his hand was in my face with a pregnancy test.

"Do this before you eat anything. I know how absent minded you get when you eat," He ordered. I hesitated before taking it. I just stared at it before I saw Alice's eyes begging to know. Sighing, I rose and closed the bathroom door behind me.

Now, normally I would have been calm in a situation such as this, or so I always told myself, but as my fingers fumbled with the thermometer looking object, my heart was quickly picking up pace. I felt the cold sweat running down my back and my hands were near trembling. The four agonizing minutes spent waiting finally gave me my answer. I felt the tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't decide whether they were tears of joy, but when I stepped out of the bathroom to Vergil's anxious expression waiting on the couch, I felt as though I could collapse. He whipped around instantly and stood up within that same moment.

"Sarla?" Alice's concern only increased my trembling.

My gaze never looked away from his, even when the tears finally fell over the rims of my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.

"I'm pregnant," I breathed.

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