Mulan followed her large stomach and happily greeted a tired Shang after he arrived home from a 5 month leave; he froze as he felt her stomach push against his when she hugged him.
"So how was the Emperor?" Mulan asked happily as she helped Shang with his cape.
"Uh, fine," he replied, he followed her into the bedroom as she hung up his cape, "The emperor wants you to come with me next time."
"Maybe," Mulan chuckled. It was difficult for her to smile as much as she did around him for her anger about him being forceful to her had only receded slightly. The thought of having a child kept her from crying as Shang was having dinners with every head of major sponsors of the army.
"I've gotten gifts from your family and the Emperor, they're in the dining room, it's actually a lot of gifts." Shang then made his way to the dining room and scanned the present covered floor with surprise; every gift was for infants and toddlers.
He came back into the living room where Mulan sat, putting a wet towel on her forehead,
"So, who did that to you?" he whispered as he pointed toward Mulan's stomach. The towel slid off her as she glared back at Shang, "It's yours of course."
"But it's only been a couples times."
"You can have a kid by just doing it once, Shang."
"And when were you going to tell me that you were pregnant?" Shang grumbled.
"I tried," Mulan looked away.
"Well you failed to send the memo."
"You wouldn't listen when I tried to tell you," Mulan's voice began to rise as anger filled her.
"This would be something I'd listen to."
"Not when you're too horny to hear me say, 'no' and 'stop' as you push yourself on me," Mulan then stood up as quickly as she could and began to head toward their bedroom while trying her hardest not to cry. A very intense sickening feeling overcame her as she leaned on her knees, she rushed as quickly as she could to the bathroom. Sobs entered the spaces in between hacks, she could feel her hair being softly held back by Shang. She hugged tightly and cried into Shang until she calmed,
"I think there's something wrong with this baby, everyday it feels as though we're both being stabbed."
Shang then carried Mulan into their bedroom and set her on the bed as softly as he could. She turned on her side as he cover her with the blanket. She grabbed Shang's hand as he began to leave the room, motioning him to lay with her. And so he did, they both feel asleep very peacefully, embracing each other.