"Really? I have to tell him?" I asked Maka. I was twenty-five, and Maka and I were getting married soon. And we'd both made a deal that we'd tell our respective parents what was going on. I had easily, knowing Ma would understand. Maka, however, hadn't held her end.

"Sorry, but you know how Papa will react." Maka said, putting a hand on my arm.

"If I didn't love you so much..." I chuckled. "If your dad kills me, I want 'I love Maka Albarn' on my grave, just to spite him."

"Deal." Maka said, kissing me. Then, I kissed her. And she kissed me longer and much more passionately, and...you know how these things go.

The next day.

I turned the ignition off and stepped out of the car. Maka wasn't home: she was picking out stuff for our wedding with Ma, her mother and Ms. Marie...sorry, Mrs. Stein (we'd all mutually agreed that I would have no idea what I was doing there.)

I sighed, said "Maka's gonna kill me." and walked into the house.

"Hey! Riley." Spirit smiled. "You just missed Maka."

I took my fedora off (Maka said I looked better in a fedora than looking like Alucard) and said "I, uh, have something to tell you."

"What?" Spirit asked.

"Well, Maka and I are getting married. She was supposed to tell you a month or two...or three ago, and I thought she had. But, she didn't. And she got me to tell you. 'Cause that's how it worked out." I said.

Spirit sat, looking calm. "Is Maka pregnant?"

"No, sir."

"Are you planning on having kids?"

"I don't know, but I'd guess so. Down the line."

"Do you even have enough money for it?" Spirit asked.

"Aye. Turns out, Grandpa Murphy-God rest his soul-had a whole bunch of money. And left it to Kylie and I."

Spirit stood, laughing.

"This is great!" Spirit said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "I always knew Maka would end up with a good man!"

"Huh?" I asked.

"This is going to be great! Who's your best man going to be?" Spirit asked.

"Soul, I guess." I said, confused. "I'd thought you'd freak out."

"Maka's a woman now. She can make her own decisions." Spirit started crying rivers. "I can remember when she was just a little girl! She was so cute!"

"I know. I saw the photos." I said, patting him on the back.

"Where are you guys going to live?" Spirit asked.

"Ireland. I got a house there from Grandpa. He bought Maka a new house and left me his." I said.

"You're going to be so far away!" Spirit shouted collapsing.

'You need therapy.' I thought.

"It'll be okay." I said. "We'll visit."

"No! I'll visit you!" Spirit shouted.

'Bipolar. Great.' I thought.

"So, what do you think my grandkids will look like?" Spirit asked.

My eyebrow twitched. "I have no idea. Eh, didn't you notice Maka's wedding ring?"

"No." Spirit said. "Did you tell your Mom immediately? About marrying Maka?"

"Proudly. I love Maka, Spirit, and I always will. I've been injured for her, and I'd die for her." I said.

Spirit smiled, crying. "You're going to be a great son-in-law!"

"Uh...okay." I said, getting a bit weirded out. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Spirit said, wiping his nose on his suit sleeve. "So, what's your job?"

"I'm a Death Scythe. With Kylie. She's the Death Scythe of Ireland, and I'm her Meister. I've planned this out, Spirit. Trust me." I said.

"If Maka does, I will too." Spirit said. "Have you agreed on a name for my grandkids?"

"One." I said. "If we have a boy, his name will be Murphy. It's only fitting, given all Grandpa did for Maka and I."

A/N: Thanks to you all for reading this series, and I hoped you liked it as much as I liked writing if for you all. Special thanks are to Imou, ChanouChan, Demon Incarnate, Tsukara No Kurou, and Wolfman 6696 for reviewing the fanfiction.

-MN1