wordfiend- Thank you!

general zargon- XD No, but he should start up again! I may put a hint of Stein/Marie, or I'll write a story about the two! I love Kid, too, he's awesome!

Confetti108- It's okay! You catch up still!

Imaginefun- This still has quite a few chapters left, don't worry!

Mewtwo3642- You'll see~!

Universal808- I won't end the story without you!

Roji- She was crying out of sadness. I don't want to spoil anything, but no, she isn't going to die during childbirth (kinda cliche)

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mikotoku- Glad you love it!

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greetingsfrommars- Haha Spirit gets more perverted with age!

LuxLux1- I figure it'd be easier for him to be born like a human

GigiandMad- Kami and Spirit were already together, but Death didn't know that (XD oblivious!). I read and watched both the manga and anime, so I know what happens. I'm just going to go with my original plan.

So sorry it took me a month to update! My computer does this cute thing where it'll shut off if the power cord isn't plugged in/jostled. Gah. Adorable. AND ZOMFG DID ANY OF YOU READ THE LATEST CHAPTER OF SOUL EATER?! I CRIED! Ahem. Anyway. Onto the story!

She was so upset. Death was torn. He comforted her, gently shushing her and wiping her tears away. She took a pregnancy test back home and her fears were confirmed. She was three months along. Not quite past the time where she would miscarry.

He smoothed her hair, kissing it. "We'll be extremely careful this time, Ophelia. I won't let you lose another baby."

He hated seeing the skepticism in her eyes, knowing she felt his words were empty. He wiped her tears away. "I'll put you in bedrest and have a nurse constantly monitor your condition."

"O-okay." She tried to smile, failing shakily.

"Let's get you home and into bed." He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. He kept his pace slow, shooting her stomach worried glances out of the corner of his eye. He briefly thought of enlisting Eibon's help, his wisdom would be handy, but was hesitant to bother his old friend.
The streets of the city were mainly barren, save for a few stragglers heading to the nearby bars. Death blended in with the darkness and no one noticed him and his distraught wife. Ophelia was sniffling softly and he could feel her body tremble against him.

He led her up the stairs of the manor, their home brightly lit. He opened the door for her and she immediately headed for their bedroom. Death closed the door and leaned against it, heaving a sigh. He removed his mask and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine, the pain tapping against his brain. Before taking his medication, he went to their room.

Ophelia had already changed into her pajamas and was pulling the covers back. She sat down and pushed her long hair out of her face before looking at him. "Are you going to come to bed now?"

She knew he didn't sleep, but his presence brought her comfort and she needed that right now. She saw how tense his face was and felt sympathetic. He nodded.

"I'm just going to take my medication and I'll be right there." He left the room.

She lay down and stared up at the alabaster ceiling. She pushed her shirt up past her stomach and rubbed her hand over it once. There was a subtle bump. She rubbed it again and murmured, "Please make it, baby. I want to be a mommy and Death to be a daddy. I don't think either of us can take another loss."

She pretended she felt an affirmed kick. Her lips twitched. "I think you'll be strong."

Ophelia rolled onto her side so she was facing the doorway. She still jumped when Death walked back in, already dressed for bed. His footsteps were silent and he always scared her half to death when he would suddenly just be there. It annoyed her, but she knew he couldn't help it. He turned the lights off and she was temporarily blind. She felt the bed sink with his weight as he got in. She scooted closer to him as his arms wrapped around her waist. Their legs tangled and she rested her forehead against his. His cool breath washed over her face as he exhaled.

"We'll get through this." He promised.

She nodded, her throat suddenly thick. Her eyes adjusted and saw his different colored eyes boring into hers. They were determined and put her at some semblance of ease. He kissed her eyelids, watching them flutter shut.

"Get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." He whispered. Ophelia obediently kept her eyes closed. He listened to her breathe, relaxing when her breaths deepened and slowed. When he was certain she was completely asleep, he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling the small bump. He focused on the tiny wavelengths and was relieved when he felt no dysfunction in them. He mentally vowed to ensure they stayed that way.

Death could feel an eye twitch coming on. His newest Death Scythe, Spirit (who changed his name to Death Scythe), was grinning sheepishly, all the while rubbing the back of his head. Kami stood beside him, looking mortified at having this conversation with Lord Death of all people.

"...Spirit, have you ever heard of protection or were you too busy thinking with your hormones?" His real voice leaked out, causing the two teenagers to flinch.

"I-I've heard of it...just never thought of using it." Spirit admitted.

Death sighed and reached up to touch the sides of his mask. He really wanted to massage his throbbing temples. "And your idea of remedying this situation is eloping and then telling me?"

The newlyweds nodded apprehensively. Kami hid her face behind her hands. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Lord Death, I know you're really stressed right now and this couldn't have happened at a worse time, but-"

"Congratulations~!" His entire mood shifted as he sang the word out. The two looked at him in confusion.

"E-erm, aren't you upset with us?" Kami asked.

In truth, he was a bit disappointed; they were so young! However, he knew he could do nothing about it. Besides, with Ophelia due any day, he had much more to worry about than the eloped, expecting teenagers.

"Nope! You are both adults; you can do what you like!" He replied, clapping his hands together.

Kami and Spirit exchanged a bewildered look before she beamed. "Thank you, Lord Death! I'll see you later, Spirit!" She kissed his cheek before running off.

Spirit smiled dreamily and sat down on the platform. Death looked at him, smiling wistfully behind his mask. He thought back of when he and Ophelia were newlyweds and wondered if they both looked how Spirit and Kami do. He knew they certainly acted the same.

"How's Miss Ophelia doing?" Spirit asked, knowing to an extent of Ophelia's troubles with pregnancy.

Death's smile fell. "She's doing alright. The nurse says she and the baby are healthy."

"But...?" Spirit prompted him. Death just stared at him. The redhead cleared his throat. "You sounded like you were going to say more. As your partner, sir, I'm here for you. You can talk to me about it."

Death felt a swell of gratitude toward him. Though he was infuriating at times and made Death feel like bashing his skull in half, Spirit was very perceptive toward other's feelings. It was why he got along so well with Stein; he could neutralize the older boy's insanity with just a few carefully selected words and his wavelength.

"I fear Ophelia's madness. It's been getting larger, especially since she's been pregnant." He quietly acquiesced.

Spirit looked up in thought. "Hmm, maybe Marie can help? Her wavelengths have really been helping Stein; even more than mine ever did!"

Death shook his head. "She and Stein are on a long term mission in Russia. They aren't due back for another two months."

"That's troublesome. I wonder why I haven't seen Stitches around..." Death's mirror suddenly gave a little twang, indicating someone trying to reach him. Spirit stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. Death permitted the call. The face of the nurse staying with Ophelia appeared. Her face was carefully composed, but her eyes gave way to her urgency.

"Lord Death, I'm calling to tell you Lady Ophelia's water broke. She's going into labor."

"I'll be there immediately." He replied quickly, ending the conversation.

He didn't hear Spirit's hasty farewell as he stepped into the mirror. In the mirror world, where he occasionally resided, there were openings all over the world. However, only the ones in Death City were accessible to him. He quickly found the mirror in his library and stepped out, his ears assaulted by Ophelia's pain filled screams and the nurse's calm orders.

He rushed to the bedroom. Beside the nurse was a doctor, both giving instruction to Ophelia, who was thrashing about in the bed, moaning. He went over to her side and pushed her sweaty locks out of her face.

"It's alright now, Ophelia, I'm here." He said quietly.

"Death, this kid is killing me!" She cried, hand scrabbling for his. He let her squeeze until he couldn't feel it anymore as she rode out another contraction.

He focused on her wavelengths. "You'll be fine." He looked at the doctor. "Is she ready to start pushing?"

The doctor shook his head. "She needs to be dilated another two centimeters."

Ophelia gave another cry of despair. Death kissed her forehead and began to murmur encouragingly in her ear, hoping to help ease her mind of the pain.

"Just think, soon, we'll get to meet our son. We'll be parents finally. After so many heartbreaks, you'll have your own little baby. His nursery is ready, her has a soft blanket and a music box to lull him to sleep. He'll call you Mommy and me Daddy."

She whimpered and clung to each of his words, whispering. "A-and he'll look like you and be the greatest Shinigami ever."

Death smiled and nodded. "That's right. But, he'll have your face and beautiful hands."

The doctor checked her. "Alright, she's fully dilated. She can begin pushing."

"Oh, thank god!" Ophelia groaned, letting the nurse adjust her body.

"Alright, push now! 10, 9, 8..." Her face turned red and she exhaled sharply when the nurse said one.

Death's hand was beginning to hurt and his fingers were purple by the end of the fifth time. "I see the head! One more time, Ophelia! 10, 9...!"

Ophelia screamed with the effort and as the nurse counted to the last one, another scream joined hers. It was small and high pitched, but there. Her body went limp and her head fell against the pillows. She shut her eyes, her chest heaving, but a satisfied smile, albeit tired, was present.

"It's a healthy baby boy! Congratulations, Lord and Lady Death!" The nurse and doctor exclaimed. The nurse began to clean the baby up, clipping his umbilical cord.

Death leaned down, moving his mask to the side to kiss Ophelia's sweaty forehead. "You did it...we're parents."

Tears filled her eyes and she opened them. "Where is he? Where's my boy?"

The nurse bundled him up and carefully placed him in Ophelia's arms. He had a tuft of black hair, his golden eyes blinking rapidly. He looked at Ophelia then Death. He made a warbled noise akin to a laugh. Death grinned happily at his son.

"We've been waiting a long time for you, Death the Kid."