8 Months Later

Mia's POV

"Today…is finally the day…isn't it?" Ilyana asked.

"Yup! Volke and I are getting married today!" I jumped up in the air several times, and turned to face my maid of honor. "Oh, you look so adorable in that, Ilyana! Just absolutely radiant!"

"Oh…thank you, Mia," the young mage said timidly. "You look…so beautiful in that dress…like a big wedding cake…covered in frosting…oh, and whipped cream…mmmm…"

"…Thank you for being my maid of honor, Ilyana," I said. "It means a lot to me, you know?"

"…Huh? Oh, yes, of course," Ilyana said. "You were my maid of honor for me and Zihark's wedding…Of course I'd be yours in return…And Volke was Zihark's best man, so no Zihark is his. See? It's almost exactly the same…except Rhys married us, and Bastian will be marrying you two together, but still…"

"Ilyana…"

"It's about time to go, isn't it? You wouldn't want to be late…"

"Yeah; c'mon, let's go!"

Volke's POV

I stood at the altar, waiting outside in calm anticipation for Mia to arrive. Zihark stood behind me as my best man, as I had done for him at his wedding. My presence shocked many people, but I was truly grateful to him for helping me work up my courage to confess to Mia, and I wasn't going to let their gawking stares stop me. Standing across from me was Lucia, clad in a red dress as one of Mia's bridesmaids.

"Nervous?" Zihark asked.

"Not in the slightest," I replied. All of the Greil's Mercenaries, even Shinon — although he still looked bored — had come. I could feel all of their gazes, but it didn't bother me at all.

"Forsooth, for what reason could their possibly be to make a man of Volke's stature tremble with fear at the emerald gaze of fairest Mia?" Bastian asked.

"Uh…yeah, sure," Zihark said, sounding confused. Whenever the count spoke, it seemed like I was the only person who truly understood every last word he said. "Well, here she comes, buddy. Good luck." My head immediately turned to look down the aisle. My heart stopped. Mia wore a wedding dress as white as a Heron's feathers. She had kept her long, violet hair down, and adorned it with a long veil that flowed out gracefully behind her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Walking behind her was Ilyana. In no time at all, she had reached the altar, standing in front of me. Her usual, wide smile seemed only to be enhanced by the exquisite beauty of both her and her dress. Her large eyes were gleaming and shining brightly, and her cheeks had a slight but noticeable blush.

"But lo; for each of us to be gathered here at the world's end before the ocean's mighty forme, verily, we—"

"Bastian, speak like a normal person!" Lucia whispered.

"…Fine," the count replied, sounding disappointed. And so the ceremony continued. I barely heard a word he said, for I was too busy gazing into Mia's eyes. "…And now, you may kiss the bride!" I leaned over slightly. Mia threw her arms around me, and pulled me into the longest, most passionate kiss the two of us had shared. The wedding guests went wild with applause and cheers, the loudest of which was provided by Boyd. I could hear a few of the women, and also Gatrie, sniffling.

"I love you, Volke," Mia whispered.

"…I love you, too…"

4 Months Later

Volke's POV

"So, how much longer do you think it will take?!" Mia asked excitedly. Her belly had rounded considerably since the wedding day.

"Mia, it's only been four month; it takes nine for a child to develop in its mother," I replied.

"I know, I know…I'm just so excited! I can't wait for him or her to be born!"

"…Yes. Neither can I." I looked down at her belly. She had lifted up her shirt, and was gazing intently down at it. "…You do realize…this child will also carry the Brand—"

"Yes, Volke, I know; I knew it as soon as you proposed to me after that battle, I knew it on our wedding day, and I knew it when we…you know…And I also knew it would carry over to me. And that's just fine with me. Do you know why?"

"…No…"

"Because this way, we can spend an even longer time together than we normally could have!" Mia said. "It's the same with Ilyana and Zihark; he has the Brand from when he was with his Laguz girlfriend, and that carried over to Ilyana and the child in her tummy."

"…I don't know why…but for some reason, I thought she already had the Brand, with how much she eats…"

"Yeah; now, she's hungrier than ever," Mia laughed. Without warning, she leaned over and grabbed my hand and held it. "Now, come feel this; you need to feel the baby kicking! You haven't done so once!" She placed my hand on her belly. It was soft and very warm; I felt like I could have sat on that couch with my wife, and my hand on her belly for all eternity.

"…I'm sorry. I didn't want the blood on my hands to rub off on it," I said. "I…didn't want our child to be like me…"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, dear; I've killed people too, you know! Oh, I can feel it kicking! Did you feel that?!"

"…Yeah, I did…The miracle of life…"

A/N: And so, this incredibly random crackship comes to end. So, what did you think? Should I do more stuff like this that isn't Digimon related while I work on Lilithmon's Epic, or should I just stick to Digimon?