Author's Note: This takes place in season 4 of the second series anime in case any of you were wondering.

"Things never go the way you expect them to. That's both the joy and frustration in life. I'm finding as I get older that I don't mind, though. It's the surprises that tickle me the most, the things you don't see coming." -Michael Stuhlbarg

For two weeks the two of them spent every possible second of every single day together. There was an old adage that said for some couples the honeymoon phase never ended. If that were true for anyone, it was true for Maximillion and Cecelia Pegasus. The joy they found in one another was unmatched by none. They chose to stay at duelist kingdom, even though they could have taken Pegasus' private jet to go wherever they wished. Cecelia enjoyed exploring the castle. She entertained her husband for hours on end by dancing and singing. He loved hearing her melodious voice float through the corridors of the castle. He in turn began painting again. The first painting he did was of her. However, he hired a professional painter to paint a portrait of the two of them together to hang in the dining hall. It was two weeks of pure bliss for the two of them.

When their second honeymoon was technically over, Pegasus returned to his work and caught up on all he'd missed. Luckily he didn't have to leave the castle yet. And even if he did, Cecelia would undoubtedly be accompanying him there. He couldn't bear to spend another moment away from her that was unnecessary. For her part, Cecelia spent her time in her husband's office. While he made business calls she sat in a comfy armchair, devouring one book at a time from the nearby library. When it came to meals, they always ate together no matter where they were.

The nights they had to themselves, and they were consumed with one another, in both innocent and not-so-innocent ways. They craved each other in the most basic way possible. He loved her deeply and she him. They were inseparable. And they stayed that way.

A week came and went like a summer breeze, and then another. Time seemed to move faster to make up for the fourteen years it had crawled by so agonizingly slowly.

What started out as a normal day would not prove to remain so. Cecelia and Pegasus went to the banquet hall like they did every morning. The smells of breakfast wafted through the castle, but instead of smelling delicious, to Cecelia they smelt awful. She ran straight to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. She didn't see if Maximillion had run after her, but assumed that he had. Her hunch was proven correct when he knocked on the door.

"Come in." She said, weakly. He ran to her and helped her sit up.

"Are you alright?" He asked. She leaned her head on his chest and nodded.

"I'm fine. The smell just upset my stomach is all."

"You should lay down, darling." He said.

"Alright." Pegasus scooped her into his arms and laid her on her side of the bed.

He chose to forego breakfast entirely as he worried for his wife. He told Croquet to redirect his business calls to his cell phone while he worked off of his laptop. After a little while passed, Cecelia fell asleep while her husband worked. A few hours passed with little activity, but suddenly Cecelia's eyes opened. Pegasus noticed immediately.

"Cecelia? Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'll be fine. My breasts are just very tender right now."

"We need to have you looked at."

"Dearest, I'm fine. Really."

But he just wouldn't listen to her. "I'm flying a doctor out here today."

"Maximillion, I don't want you to worry about me. I'm just a little off today. That's all."

"Love, you need a doctor. Please. I can't bear to possibly see you in any more pain. I'm terrified of losing you again. Please do this for me. Give me peace of mind for tonight. Please."

There was nothing she could really say to that.

The doctor didn't arrive until late in the evening, and by that time to say Pegasus was on edge was an understatement. As the doctor took his wife away for examination, Pegasus was forced to confront his anxiety. He loved his wife so very much. More than life itself. He couldn't bear to see her hurting. Even more than that, he couldn't face the possibility of losing her again. She was his everything, and if he lost her once more, he might lose his will to go on.

Cecelia sat calmly with the doctor and explained her symptoms. As she did so, the furrow in his brow grew deeper and deeper, which started to worry her. He went to his medical bag (which he prepared for any situation- and with what Pegasus was paying he had better have been prepared.) and pulled out a small box and handed it to her.

"Follow these instructions and this should hopefully give you your answer."

She nodded and took the box while the doctor waited for her to return.

For Pegasus, every second felt like a year as he waited for his wife to emerge. He could have gone in with her, but she had insisted on going in alone. Now he regretted acquiescing to her wishes. He paced the room so furiously he wondered how he hadn't worn a rut in the floor.

Finally, the door opened, and he ran to his bride.

"Cecelia my darling, are you alright?" He asked, riddled with anxiety. She smiled at him and it eased his nerves.

"I'm perfect, my love, I'm wonderful..." A huge smile graced her face. "Maximillion, I'm pregnant."

Pegasus' jaw dropped open and he tried to make sense of her words. When the meaning finally dawned on him and the look on her face broke through the shock, a smile creeped up on his face. He picked up his wife and spun her around in a circle as she laughed. He pulled his wife to him and smiled at the doctor.

"Thank you, doctor." He said with a nod. "Send me a bill." The doctor nodded, gave his congratulations, and was flown out. When he left, the happy couple shared a passionate kiss.

Their world was absolutely perfect.