A/N: Soleil is pronounced "So-lay".
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It had been a few months since the wedding. The bump on Trista's belly was now large enough to ignore no longer. She and Hades had prepared a room for the little one near their own and had gifts for the baby spread throughout the room.
Naming her, though, proved to be the most difficult task.
"I still think we should call her Odessa," Hades said. He and Trista were sitting at the edge of the Styx River, holding hands.
"And I suggested Soleil," replied Trista. She didn't feel so worked up over the baby, though her emotions did run a little tense these days. She was excited to be arguing about names for her little girl.
"What about Setsuna?"
"No, how about Mariela?"
"Or Penelope?"
"I like that name. What about Athena?"
Hades shook his head. "Xenia, perhaps?"
"No. Maybe Charis? Like your brother's name?"
"No way. What about Astraea?"
Trista shook her head. "If we keep going like this, she's never going to have a name," she remarked.
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure you can look at her and think of the perfect name. It's hard to think of one without knowing what she'll look like. What about Psyche?"
"Evinity?"
"No. I like the name Selena."
"A bit similar to my queen's name. What about Electra?"
"Hmm, perhaps. Maybe Delia?"
"No way." Trista sighed.
"Well, we can't keep calling her 'it' or 'her'."
"I know. I just…can't find the right name right now."
"Well, you still have time. Why don't you make a little trip up to Earth? Surely your friends can help you find some feminine name."
She nodded. "Perhaps so. You don't need me to help you down here?"
Hades stared at her stomach. "I want you to rest. Don't overstrain yourself—it could be bad for the baby."
"Well, then, it looks like I'm going to go for a little trip."
"Return soon," whispered Hades, holding Trista's face close to his. "I'll miss you."
"I will," she promised.
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Another trip through the portal, and Trista arrived in her old room at the apartment. She could hear Michelle and Amara laughing in the other room. Changing into normal clothes (it seemed strange to waltz around in her sailor outfit, which didn't fit right anymore thanks to a certain little bump), she exited her room and went into the living room.
"Hey!" shouted Hotaru, running into Trista's arms.
"Hi there," Trista said sweetly, happy to see her friend.
Michelle and Amara were sitting on the couch, watching a show. They turned around and were surprised to see Trista. "I kind of miss you knocking on the front door. I didn't know to expect you," remarked Michelle. "I'm happy to see you though. What's the occasion?"
Hotaru moved from in front of Trista, allowing Amara and Michelle to see the obvious bump on Trista's stomach. "Ah," Amara said. "Well, congratulations."
"Wait a minutes," said Michelle, standing up. "You're too large to have just gotten pregnant in these few months…so then…"
"…You were pregnant at the wedding," finished Amara. The two girls glared at Trista.
"And if I was?" Trista was feeling a little too confident. It didn't seem to matter anymore that she was pregnant before the wedding. It seemed to matter to Amara and Michelle, though, for they both seemed very angry with her.
Amara stated, "You filthy little whore, how could you?" Hotaru dropped her jaw. "It isn't right for you to do that."
"Oh, and it's right for one girl to be with another?" Trista had kept her mouth shut about the lesbian relationship between the two girls, but now she was angry. "What, are you two saints or something? I'm sorry, but I don't think traitors and lesbians have any right to tell me what to do. You forget what I have been through—which is a lot more than the two of you."
"Oh really?" demanded Amara.
Hotaru pleaded, "Please, don't argue. I knew she was pregnant at the wedding. Don't judge her. Please be happy."
"You knew?" asked Michelle incredulously. "How could you not tell us?"
"It's her business. I figured she would tell you when she was ready."
Amara replied, "Oh yeah, she's ready now. She had better be ready to leave—now!" She pointed a finger at the front door.
"Amara!"
"It's okay, Hotaru," said Trista sadly. I didn't know they would take it this bad, she thought. "I'll see you around, okay?"
"No, you won't." Michelle strode over to her. "Hotaru, Amara and I forbid you to see Trista ever again."
"But…" Hotaru cried.
Trista snapped, "That's not fair, and you know it. I've been as much of a parent as you and Amara have to her. You can't do this."
"Watch me," growled Michelle.
Amara said, "Now you had better leave, before I make you leave."
Trista glared at her. "Fine." She went to the front door and slammed it behind her. Where to now, she wondered. I know, I'll go to the one person who won't judge me for anything—Serena.