Author's Note: Dark Yugi: Have wish, will grant! The sort of sequel to accidents is up now! Check out "Dream"! I hope you love it, and this chapter too!

"The ordinary miracle.
A common kind of miracle that runs right by
or maybe it's too gradual to catch your eye
so you miss it.

A sudden bolt of distant lightning.
Cathedrals rising out of stone.
A baby starts to walk and talk one day
then, shockingly, he's grown

Of all the many miracles.
Mysterious and marvelous and big and small.
When people fall in love it really beats them all.
Oh, to see it,
to feel it,
to know it

Imagine someone to love who loves you.
Imagine to look in her eyes and see.
Imagine how extraordinary it would be
if an ordinary miracle
happened to me." -"Ordinary Miracle" from The Hunchback Of Notre Dame II

Pegasus and Cecelia spent the next few weeks settling back into the lives they shared before all the madness with Dartz began. Of course that was easier said than done, considering it seemed like a lifetime ago. But they adjusted rather quickly to their daily schedules. And in the meantime, they prepared for the arrival of their baby. Max had insisted that Cecelia go on bed rest, fearing that anymore activity might cause more hemorrhaging. So she stayed in his office as he worked, reading books on pregnancy and child rearing. In turn, Max began the long and arduous task of painting the nursery. As much as he wanted Cecelia there with him to gage her opinion, he knew that breathing in paint fumes would not be good for her in her current condition. So it would just have to be a surprise. A few weeks went by so fast that they didn't know where the time had gone. But now that she was back at home, her pregnancy symptoms stuck back with a vengeance.

Her nausea came back full force, so she made sure she was always near a bathroom and had a glass of water along with a few alka-seltzer tablets sitting on a nearby table. It was the only thing that made her feel well enough to eat.

Around that time, she started to experience serious cravings. Sometimes she wanted brownies with chips and cheese. Others Asian rice with caramel frosting and apple pieces or sauerkraut with Oreos and pickles. No one craving was dominant over another, and they changed drastically by the day. When her husband was home to see them, he couldn't help but laugh. She would always give him a dirty look, but kept eating. He would sometimes have to leave the room when she had a craving because some of them were so bizarre and disgusting they made him feel nauseous.

She also experienced intense and violent mood swings. She would bounce from happy to sad to angry to anxious within hours. Although Max wasn't around as much as Croquet or Chemo, he was the brunt of most of her emotional turmoil. Mostly because she knew he wouldn't care if she vented to him.

The final pregnancy symptom that really gave her trouble was the headaches, back pain, and heartburn. The heartburn was somewhat controllable with an antacid. The headaches, however, were almost unbearable. Her head pounded and throbbed, and she yearned for relief, but nothing seemed to work. The back pain kept her off her feet as much as possible, although she did try to get at least a little exercise every day. When things got to be too much, she reminded herself of why she was enduring it in the first place, and the pain would lessen- if only a little.

During the last week of her fourth month, Maximillion took a day off to go with his wife to find out the sex of their baby. Cecelia herself couldn't sleep the night before, unable to turn off her thoughts at the time. The flight then limo ride to the office seemed to take hours, so when they finally pulled into the parking lot it was a relief. When they got out Cecelia gripped her husband's hand tightly. He kissed her cheek in hopes of calming her down slightly. It didn't work, but he didn't mind. She was flying on cloud nine, and seeing her so happy was all he could ask for. She signed in and moved to sit next to Max as she waited for her name to be called. The wait for this ultrasound seemed to be longer than the last. She knew it was all in her head and that it only seemed that way because her husband was with her this time and because this one would tell her the sex of their baby. When her minutes in purgatory were up, the nurse called her back and she giddily made her way to the exam room. The nurse asked her a few questions about how she'd been feeling before leaving. She squeezed Max's hand tightly.

"What are you hoping for?" She asked. He smiled at her.

"I don't have a preference. Do you?"

"No. Healthy will do."

"Agreed."

The doctor came in. "Hello Mrs. Pegasus."

"Hello doctor."

She lifted up her shirt where the first of her baby bump was beginning to form. She shivered slightly when the gel came in contact with her skin, but was prepared for it. She squeezed Max's hand and kissed him as the technician moved the transducer. Suddenly, a familiar sound filled her ears and she squeezed her husband's hand again as the heartbeat filled the room. When the picture filled the screen, she looked up at him and smiled at the wonder-filled look on his face. She smiled as she watched the baby move.

Maximillion Pegasus had seen some amazing things in his life. His wife, of course, was one. The millennium items were another. The pyramids of Egypt, and the aurora borealis were two others. But absolutely nothing could have beat this. Seeing his child move within his wife was better than any millennium magic he had ever seen, and he stared at it in awe and wonder.

"Would you like to know the sex?" He asked. Her breathing hitched. This was the moment she'd been anticipating. She would finally know the sex of her baby.

"Yes." She said, nodding.

"Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Pegasus, it's a girl." She looked up at Max, who held the most ridiculous grin on his face.

"Thank you, Doctor." She said, smiling brightly.

"You're welcome." He said with a nod before exiting the room.

The two of them shared a passionate kiss. Max led her back to the limo and they started excitedly thinking and talking about names, clothes, and every other thing their child could possibly need. They flew back home, where they shared the wonderful news with the staff.

Things were finally falling into place.