It all started when Miss Hinako decided to teach the Birds and the Bees to class 1-F. Upon discovering that the majority of her class (especially, in her eyes, Ranma) was perverted, Miss Hinako made it her duty to present the facts of life to her high school class. Never mind that she was not a Biology teacher, nor was she ever trained to teach a handful of teenagers sex education. Several students tried to tell her so, that how could they learn about sex from a teacher who was a child half of her life?

A ki zapping to one Daisuke Tanaka quickly shut the rest of the class up.

And so, 1-F pored over human anatomy books, learning things about the body that no other adult would teach them.

Normally, Ranma would hate learning. Normally, he'd fall asleep during Miss Hinako's lectures. But secretly, Ranma was interested. Very, very interested. He'd never known how complex the human body could be. And embarrassingly enough, before yesterday, Ranma had never known how exactly babies were made. Of course, if anybody would ask, he'd deny it and say school was a waste of time.

In direct contrast to Ranma's sudden interest in learning, Akane was having a rather difficult time adapting to the new subject. When Miss Hinako announced her agenda to the class, Akane was the first to openly protest. "Hey, wait a minute," she had exclaimed, standing up from her seat and placing her palms flat on her desk, "you can't just suddenly decide to teach us a different subject. Your degree isn't on teaching us sex education!"

A few students voiced their agreements.

"Considering that you're the one with a fiancé," Miss Hinako began in her child form, cocking her head to the side cutely, "I'd think you'd be the first one to want to know all about sex."

With those words, Ranma remembered his cheeks flushing red. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Akane in a similar position—though whether her face was red out of anger or embarrassment, Ranma wasn't too sure.

"Ran-chan's my fiancé, too!" Ukyo piped up. In her eagerness, her hand shot up and she waved it around. "I'd be the first one to want to know all about sex!"

He watched Akane roll her eyes, cross her arms over her chest, and sit back down.

Daisuke simply scratched his head in confusion. "What can a little kid teach us about sex?"

ZAP!

"Now," a grown-up Miss Hinako said, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder, "we should be getting the textbooks by tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll be explaining the menstrual cycle to the class."

Several of Ranma's classmates groaned, including Akane. Not knowing what it was, Ranma just gave a worried glance to his friend Daisuke before bringing his attention to the front of the class.

Over the next few days, Ranma learned so much about the human body, he began to find learning fun. Finally, there was a subject, besides P.E., that he was naturally good at. And though Miss Hinako was never taught to teach sex ed to her students, she wasn't doing too bad of a job. Maybe Akane was right all this time. Maybe he really was a pervert. He'd come to agree with his fiancée once they began learning the female body. He peeked at Akane, who was disdainfully looking at an illustrated picture of a naked female.

Akane had grown uncomfortable just looking at it. He, on the other hand, wasn't embarrassed at all by the picture.

"I guess she's right," Ranma murmured to himself, shocked with his revelation. "Am I becoming like Happosai?"

Ranma shouldn't have been surprised. After all, half his class was girls, and all girls—well, cute un-tomboyish girls—liked to talk about boys, weddings, babies, and stuff. So with the discussion of ovaries and fallopian tubes, it really shouldn't have been a shocker to hear the girls talk about babies and how many they wanted.

He really shouldn't have been surprised.

During lunch, the girls clustered together by a tree and began to discuss the number of girls and boys they each would have. Most of them giggled behind their hands, but Ranma saw Akane sit against the tree trunk with her shoulders slumped and her arms folded across her chest. The scowl that she usually reserved for Ranma was upon her face this very moment.

The girls were talking so noisily that Ranma didn't have a hard time trying to eavesdrop.

"How many kids do you want, Ukyo?" Sayuri had asked her.

"I think I'd want five kids with Ranma," she replied loudly. Ranma was pretty sure she was aware he was listening in; she sneaked a peek in his direction, and his face became bright red. "All boys."

"What about you, Akane? If you were the one to marry Ranma, how many kids would you want?" Sayuri asked.

Ranma's ears perked up. He was so caught up in the conversation, he didn't notice the old man leaping into campus with a sack on his back. The little man began bouncing towards the group of girls. "Whatta haul! Whatta haul!" he hollered gleefully.

Calmly, Akane got up to her feet. "You want to know how many kids I'd want with Ranma?" Akane said, snarling. "ZERO!" she screamed, before punching Happosai into the sky. "Like I'd ever have kids with such a pervert."

Ranma glowered and stepped up to the group. "Oh yeah?" he said loudly, forgetting he was an eavesdropper. "Like I'd ever have kids with such an uncute chick!"

Akane harrumphed and walked into the school building.

She didn't talk to him when they walked home from school. During dinner, she barely acknowledged him. Well, fine! If she didn't want to talk to him, then he shouldn't be bothered by it. He should relish the fact that her booming voice wasn't shattering his eardrums.

Ranma lay in the dark, eyes cast to the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. It was probably because the other occupant in the room was snoring softly. It probably wasn't because Akane was mad at him for something. Maybe he should talk to Akane. Perhaps he should apologize or something.

But it was the middle of the night, and Ranma doubted she'd want to talk to him. But wouldn't she get even angrier if he didn't at least try to apologize?

Although…they did have their test the next day. Maybe she'd want to ignore it until after the test.

Unless their fight would be on her mind and it would just mess her up. She'd probably want to get this silly fight out of the way so she could concentrate on her test.

But, hey! Why did he have to apologize in the first place? He did nothing wrong.

Right?

What to do, what to do, Ranma debated. I should just talk to her.

He should just suck it up and get it over with. Sitting up, he twisted to his side and crouched over to shake Akane. "Hey, Akane," he whispered. He shook her slightly. "Wake up. I gotta tell you something."

Akane, who lay on her side and had her back to Ranma, merely grunted.

"Akane," he hissed.

"I don't want to talk to you right now, Ranma," she told him, refusing to face him.

"Well, I wanna talk to you."

"Ranma," Akane bit out. "I swear to God that if I'm too tired to pass the biology test tomorrow, I will personally make sure you won't have a functioning vas deferens to ever worry about."

Ranma couldn't help but grin. "Hey. You're learning."

She lightly elbowed his gut. "I'm serious, Ranma. You should be lucky I'm even letting you sleep in my bed tonight."

Ranma snorted softly. "Ha. Lucky?"

This time she elbowed him harder.

"Oof!" Ranma bent over and clutched his stomach. "Sheesh! I was just gonna say I was sorry that I said I never wanted to have kids with someone so uncute."

"Okay, you apologized. Now shut up before I wake up the rest of the house by screaming that you snuck into my bed uninvited."

Ranma gulped nervously. He would have retorted that no one would've believed Akane, but they both knew that was a lie. Ranma was blamed for nearly everything. Watching Akane sleep soundly, he chuckled softly.

"Now what?" Akane asked, her back still facing him.

Ranma shook his head. "Nothin'," he said, settling back into the bed. He curled up on his side next to Akane, technically talking to her back. "I just think it's funny that you act so innocent in Miss Hinako's class, but we've been doing this—whatever this is—for months and ya haven't complained yet. And people think I'm a pervert."

"You are a pervert," she replied. "But I suppose sleeping with a pervert makes me one, too."

Ranma stared at Akane as a silence fell between them.

"Now what?" Akane asked.

"I've thought about it," Ranma started.

"And?" she prompted tiredly.

"I think I want three. Kids," he clarified. "Two boys and a girl."

He waited for a response but none came. Figuring Akane fell back asleep, he sighed. But moments later, he felt Akane shift. Ranma watched her turn to her side to face him. She grinned. "Sometimes, you can be such a girl. I hope you don't think I'm going to be the one having all three of them."

"I'm a guy," Ranma protested, frowning.

Sleepily, she patted his cheek and brushed her lips against his. Yawning and closing her eyes, she commanded, "Go to sleep, dummy."

With Akane peacefully in his arms, Ranma did just that.

AN: Thanks to N for editing. And thank you, everyone, for reading. It's been fun!