Ta-daaa~! Hope ya like it! (And if I've completely messed up the effects of pregnancy, someone tell me, because I honestly have no idea how that goes).


Romeo first realized he was in deep trouble when Wendy—his petite, small-bite-taking, delicate Wendy—ate three servings of everything they had for dinner within fifteen minutes.

The second moment was when she caught him gaping at her incredulously as she came back to the table. Her eyes took on a wide, panicked look as she set down her plate and gave herself a once-over. "What?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"

"N-No!" he said quickly (because they'd already started the unreasonable fits of sobbing). "I…I've just never seen you eat so much—"

Her panic flipped to fury as if a switch had been flipped in her head. Hands placed on her hips, she demanded angrily, "So you think I'm fat now, huh?"

"No, of course not!" But his eyes automatically moved to where her belly was beginning to swell quite largely.

She followed his gaze, then snorted indignantly. "Well, then!" she said, obviously offended as she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room. Romeo started to get up to follow her, but, before he could, she came hurrying back in and grabbed her plate, biting out quickly "I'll finish this in the living room!" before scurrying back out of the room.

Romeo stared after her for a minute, then sighed and took a swig of his water. Somehow, he knew that by the end of this he might finally take up on Cana's offer for a drink.


When Romeo walked into the house the next day, he was met by the sound of someone crying. He hurriedly dropped his bag on the welcome mat and ran up the stairs, throwing open the door to his and Wendy's room, where he saw her with her head in her hands at the foot of the bed. Instantly he was crouching in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other gently pushing hair out of her face. "Wen," he said softly, "what's wrong?"

She raised her head from her hands, eyes red and puffy. "I…I just realized…" she sniffled.

"What? Realized what?"

Suddenly she wailed, "Our baby's going to be tormented at school," before plopping her head back in her hands.

Romeo's gaze shifted from worry to confusion. "…Huh?"

"Our hair!" Wendy cried. "I have blue hair! You have purple! Imagine what kind of hair color he's going to have! He'll be picked on all the time because of it and it'll be our fault…"

Romeo nearly fell over. "That's what you're upset about?" he asked incredulously. "Honey, he's—or she's—not even born yet! It could have perfectly normal hair."

"How?!"

Romeo sighed as she continued to sob, not sure how to stop her now. So he just perched himself on the bed beside and held her, wondering how much he'd have to deal with mood swings.


"Ah, do you remember this one?" Wendy pointed to one picture in the book. It was of the two of them around fifteen, grinning and holding hands under the rainbow sakura trees.

Romeo smiled and said, "Of course! We went back to the guild and had petals all stuck in our hair."

"Natsu said it looked like a rainbow threw up on us," laughed Wendy.

Romeo pointed to the one below it, where a twenty-year-old Wendy was grinning in an elaborate white dress, Romeo's arm slung across her shoulder as he straightened his tuxedo jacket. "Wedding day," he said simply, and Wendy wrapped her hand around his lovingly before laying her head on his shoulder. After a moment, Romeo let go of his end of the book and laid his hand on Wendy's swollen stomach.

"I can't wait to meet him," Wendy said softly. "Our baby."

"Or her," he reminded her, and she squeezed his hand before agreeing, "Or her."

They sat in a companionable silence for a while, staring down at the pictures of them laughing, kissing, stepping into the carriage to take them away on their honeymoon…

Finally they reached the end of the pictures, where many pages were blank. Wendy lifted her head from Romeo's shoulder to flash her sweet smile at him. "You better take some good pictures," she told him. "I want a lot."

"Me too," he said. Then, after a minute, he said, "It'll be coming into a good place, don't you think?"

"Of course," Wendy said.

"Let's just hope the mood swings will be done by then," he joked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Wendy, suddenly indignant.

"N-Nothing, just—"

"Hmph!" Wendy shut the scrapbook and took it with her as she stomped out of the room. Romeo sighed for what felt like the millionth time in these past few months and slumped into the couch.

Mavis, did he hope those mood swings would go away.