Bonnibel Bubblegum was not one for having meltdowns. But that brisk spring morning, a few months after her happy marriage to Finn, tested her severely.

She examined the strip again, frowning. Finally, she tossed it away and pulled another out of the box. Repeating the test, she glared at the paper, willing it to stay white. She cursed vehemently in German. Bonnibel peeked out the bathroom door at Finn. He was jumping on their bed, doing math flips in the air. She smiled a sad and sweet smile.

Finally, she stepped out and took a deep breath. "Finn, I need to tell you something."

He grinned at his lovely bride. "What's up, Peebes?"

"Uh…You remember when we were dating and, uh, that time you asked…"

"If you could get preggers, yeah." His bouncing slowed.

She chewed on her lip. "It turns out I was wrong."

Finn bounced off the bed immediately.

"What do you mean 'wrong'?" He jogged forward and took her hands. Grimacing, the princess regarded her husband. Although he looked concerned, Finn couldn't hide the excited spark in his eye. He'd always wanted kids. He loved them. He said he was ok with never being able to have kids of his own, but she could see his face when the Duke of Nuts brought his little sons around.

Pulling herself together, Bonnibel smiled sadly "I'm pregnant."

That was a month ago. After countless tests, Bubblegum and Finn decided to call up Marceline. The candy doctors had never dealt with something of this peculiarity and since Marceline had been around for years and years, maybe she had heard something.

Bonnibel now sat on a small duvet in Marshall Lee's castle. The introductions had been simple. Marceline and her brother looked very similar. But he seemed terribly startled when he saw Finn…

Sighing, the candy woman stood pulling her jacket around her shoulders. "Finn? Finn, sweetie, I'm going to go find Marceline, ok?" Her husband was examining a stack of weapons Marshall had sent up. Finn held up a sword made of black matter.

"Yeah, ok. Have fun, Bonni…"

The princess smiled and left. There were only three things that Finn could focus on for extended periods of time. Jake, herself and weapons.

A small maid walked by. "Um, excuse me." The girl looked up. "I was wondering where Marceline is."

Milinda smiled. "Right this way, your Majesty."

"Sup, Bonnibel." Marceline was slumped on the couch, fiddling with her bass.

"Hey Marcy. Have you seen my brother lately?" Marceline stopped, fingers frozen in place.

"Uhh….Bubba, right?"

"Yeah, have you?"

Marceline shook her head quickly, resuming her song. "Nope, just been in here. Playin' away." Bonnibel gave her a look, but didn't say anything. They sat in silence for a few moments. Finally, the princess sighed.

"Marceline, I need to tell you something." The vampire looked up while strumming a major chord. Bubblegum rubbed her hands nervously "There's a reason we needed to see you here. Something's…happened and none of the candy doctors could figure out what was wrong and Finn thought that maybe you or someone you know could…"

"Figure it out?" Bonnibel nodded slowly. Marceline smiled and took her hand. "No problem, P.B. If you want, I'll send for a Healer and Finn." Bubblegum smiled happily.

"Oh, thanks Marceline. You're a true friend." She took Marceline's hand and hugged her. The vampire returned the embrace and stood to leave. As she left the library she turned back to the candy princess.

"Bonnibel, if you see a… a girl, in the halls, just you know…uh, I don't know. Don't…freak out, ok?" Perplexed, the princess nodded.

"Sure, whatever."

Marceline floated down the hall, a dark cloud over her head. Seeing Finn embrace Bonnibel when he came in…it didn't hurt her, per se. But it made her long for something deeply. Sighing, she punched the wall.

"Angry, your Highness?" She turned quickly to see Feyerick standing behind her. She laughed lightly, a hand going to her collarbone.

"You startled me, Feyerick. When did you become so sneaky?" He returned the grin, leaning against the wall lazily.

"Living with your brother gave me plenty of practice, Marceline." The queen chuckled at that. The two vampires both had a penchant for pranks. Especially ones that involved scaring the living(or dead) daylights out of the prankee.

Marceline suddenly had a thought. A horrible, selfish thought, to be sure…Shamefully aware of that fact, she stared at Feyerick through her eyelashes. "Feyerick, do you remember when we were young," she began softly, "and we had a certain…fondness for each other?" The demon looked slightly alarmed but nodded. The vampire took a deep breath and stepped forward, closer to him.

"I was wondering…If you still had those same…feelings?" She was floundering now. She had no practice at being 'flirtatious'. Marceline gritted her teeth, wanting to throw herself into a pit of lava for what she was about to do.

Unaware of her plan, Feyerick stared at Marceline, wide-eyed. He had had feelings for her, when they both were younger, definitely. But as they grew, they knew it would never have worked and they let it fade as their passion did. Never in his life did her think she would retain any of those feelings.

"I…I suppose…" he held his breath as she snaked her hands around his neck and brought his face down to her own. "Mar-Marceline, what…" She placed a finger over his lips.

"Shh…" The queen tilted her face upwards, towards the demon's. He leaned forward, instinctually. Closing his eyes he sought her lips out, and Marceline, wincing slightly, met his.

The kiss started out simple and hesitant. But as Marceline's desperation grew and Feyerick's reservation decreased, it became angry passionate and vicious. Gasping, Feyerick plunged his tongue into her mouth and bunched up under her, pulling her as close as he physically could.

Marceline let this continue for a moment more; hoping desperately to feel something even slightly similar to what she had felt before. She wasn't one for love. Nothing permanent. Her parents weren't, friends, her home, nothing. Finally, she went limp in the demon's arms. "Marceline?" He whispered. He sounded crushed. Heartbroken. Damn

"I'm sorry…" she murmured and fled, tears cutting tracks into her face.

Feyerick stood in the hall. Hurt, broken. And something dark stirred deep inside…

"Ah…yeeez…Ah beleef Ah know vhat ailz yoo, My Lady." Antonio peered over his monocle and grinned at Finn. "Yoo, sah, shall be a fazah!" Finn sighed and slapped his forehead. For the second time in the past half hour. Bonnibel hushed her husband quickly and smiled wearily at the stout green cloaked man.

"Yes, yes, we are aware of this, sir. But my husband and I were wondering why?" Antonio looked at her strangely. "Not in that way, we understand that. It is biologically impossible that I can conceive."

The medic closed his eyes. "So, vhat yoo ahr tryink to say… iz zat yoo…cannot…conceive. But, yet yoo ahr pregnant. So….AHA." He clapped his hands, "Ah ave eet now. ET IZ A MIRACLE."

With a groan Finn flopped onto the couch, head landing in Bonnibel's lap as she began explaining again.