A/N: A note on pronouns: in this chapter, I switch from using "he" to "she" to describe Allen once Kanda knows that he's female, and it'll stay that way for the rest of the story.

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Finally returning home from a long mission was made even better by the giggling toddler who threw herself into my arms the moment she spotted me. I didn't like being away from my family for so long, but knowing that they had missed me as much as I had missed them definitely made me feel better. The way Eri followed me around for the rest of the evening was adorable, and though I sometimes found her constant need for my attention annoying, it was at times like this that I was actually glad for her unconditional love for me.

I had gotten a lot of crap over the last couple years for the openly affectionate way I treated Erika. The idiots around the Order actually thought that I'd treat my daughter the same cold way I treated them. Though, if I'm being honest, if it weren't for the Moyashi, that's probably the type of parent I would have been; his kind and caring spirit had rubbed off on me over the years we'd been together. Plus, Erika was half Allen, and I couldn't say no to her any more than I could say it to him. I loved my daughter.

So when she demanded that I be the one to put her to bed that night, I grumbled and faked annoyance, but I did what she wanted. I knew that the Moyashi was worried about my inability to say no to Erika and the possibility that she would grow up to be quite spoiled, but there was a difference between loving her and giving her everything she wanted, and I knew where that line was. Tonight, that line was not giving in to her when she begged to sleep with me and Allen.

But I had ulterior motives for making my daughter sleep in her own bed. The Moyashi had told me that he had something he wanted to talk about once we were alone, and I was praying that it meant that he was ready for sex. Three weeks of no sex followed by a three week long mission had really taken their toll on me. My desire for my Moyashi's pregnant body was intense, and it killed me that his pregnancy had made him uninterested in doing anything sexual. I was beyond ready for that phase of his pregnancy to be done so that I could screw him into the mattress. And I knew that even though there was only a small chance that sex was actually what he wanted, it definitely wouldn't happen if Eri were to be in the bed with us.

So, despite her protests, I tucked Erika into her own bed. I didn't like having her pout at me, but by the time I was done with her bedtime story, she was out like a light, so I didn't have to endure it for long. I continued to sit by her bed until I was certain that she was asleep, loving how adorable she looked and wishing that she weren't growing up so fast. It had been three years since I first learned of her existence, and yet it felt more like it had only been three months. I still couldn't believe that I actually had a child; even now, that was a twist I couldn't believe my life had taken.

Once I was satisfied that Eri wouldn't be interrupting us for the rest of the night, I headed into our bedroom to finally find out what it was that Allen wanted to talk about.

My white haired husband was lounging on our bed in a very skimpy, red lace nightgown.

I could do nothing but stare at him in shock. We'd been together for six years, and I had seen him naked countless times, but it wasn't like Allen to put himself on display like that. It was even less like him to be wearing women's clothing.

Even though the Moyashi had basically become a woman when he got pregnant with Erika, he still insisted on acting and dressing like a man. Fortunately for him, Johnny was a great tailor who could make men's clothes not only fit his feminine figure, but look good on it as well. But despite the fact that Allen dressed like a man, his breasts and the curve of his hips gave him away as something in between.

And ever since he'd conceived our second child, his body had begun to change again. I pretended not to notice, because I knew it was a sensitive subject for him, but the fact that he was getting curvier and his voice was cracking was impossible to miss. It was hard to keep my silence, but the hardest part was dealing with the hormonal Moyashi. The more feminine Allen's body became, the more he tried to insist that he was still completely male. It caused a lot of problems. Especially whenever someone referred to him with female pronouns; the Moyashi had made more newcomers cry in the last six months than I had.

I didn't care that his body was changing. I wasn't gay because I liked men, I was gay because the person I happened to fall for was male. I loved the Moyashi because he was the Moyashi. It didn't matter to me that he now looked like a woman. Actually, between my pregnancy fetish and the knowledge that it was carrying my children that had made his body look so female, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say that I was actually more attracted to Allen as a woman than I was to him as a man.

The Moyashi looked drop dead gorgeous in that lingerie. And he'd hurt me if I ever said it out loud, but dressed like that, there was absolutely no thinking of him as anything other than female. There was nothing masculine about the way the lace clung to the obvious curves of his pregnant body, and with the way his long white hair was styled around his softer face, that was definitely a woman lying on our bed.

Allen sat up when I came into the room. Propping himself against the pillows, he nervously adjusted the straps of his nightgown before he worked up the nerve to look at me. "There's something that I have to tell you..."

I eyed him up and down critically, still wondering what the hell he was wearing that outfit for. "It better be that you're ready for sex, because wearing that while I can't touch you is just plain cruel."

The Moyashi swallowed hard, drawing my attention to the fact that his Adam's apple had shrunk significantly in the time I'd been gone. He turned bright red and began fiddling with the hem of his nightgown. "I- I'm not- ... I don't- ... My ... it's..."

It was painful listening to him stumble over his words. Whatever it was that he was trying to tell me was so embarrassing that he couldn't even talk properly, and I did not like that he seemed to be scared of me; after three years of marriage, I thought he'd gotten over that. But before I could interrupt his stuttering, the Moyashi suddenly straightened up and looked me in the eyes. "I've been lying to you for the past two months."

"What?"

He blushed and looked away again. "My libido is the same as it's always been. I- I lied so that you wouldn't see me naked."

I blinked at him, trying to figure out what it was that he was trying to tell me. "You need to make a whole lot more sense than that, Moyashi."

Allen was silent for an uncomfortably long time before he suddenly blurted out, "My dick's gone."

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't make my mouth work. I just stood there gaping like a fish. Not that it mattered, I had no clue what I would have said had I managed to talk. The Moyashi's revelation had me completely stunned.

My lack of response made Allen start babbling. "I started withholding sex when I first noticed it was shrinking. I couldn't stand the thought of you learning that I was becoming less of a man. I had always planned to tell you once the changes stopped, but it just continued to get smaller until it was gone. I've been f-female for two weeks now."

I sat heavily down beside him, trying to wrap my head around what he had just told me. "Is that why you've been crying in the shower?"

He nodded and sniffled, clearly trying not to cry over this anymore. And in that moment, everything finally made sense. I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Che. Baka Moyashi. You're such an idiot."

The woman beside me turned bright red. I knew that Allen would hurt me if she knew that I had already switched to using female pronouns to describe her, but I couldn't help it; now that I knew that her genitals matched the rest of her body, I couldn't think of her as anything other than a woman. "No, I'm not! You're-"

I cut her off with a kiss. "Did you really think that I would leave you over this?"

She blushed deeply and nodded in embarrassment. I rolled my eyes again as I slid my hand under the Moyashi's nightgown and placed it on her swollen belly. I definitely had a problem; just the feeling of her taut skin under my palm was enough to have me ready for sex. Doing my best to ignore my desires, I placed my forehead against Allen's and stared deeply into her silver eyes. "I was there the morning you discovered your vagina. And I was there when you delivered Erika. After all that, I don't understand how you could possibly think that I'd leave you for no longer having a penis. If none of that bothered me, why would this? It's nothing in comparison."

"Oh really?" Allen snorted and rolled her eyes at me. As I watched, she tugged her underwear off her hips and kicked them aside, glaring at me the entire time. "How about now?"

It was obvious from her words and actions that she thought actually seeing her would change my mind. And while it was disconcerting to see that there was absolutely no trace of anything male down there, all I could focus on was the fact that my pregnant spouse was one article of clothing closer to being naked.

In the time it took me to collect myself, Allen snapped and returned to crying. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

Before I could stop her, she pulled away from me and moved to climb off the bed. But in the process, her shin brushed against my erection. We both froze at the contact, me to bite back a moan and her to gape at me in shock. The Moyashi blinked at me, disbelief written all over her face. "How can you possibly be attracted to me like this?"

I could only laugh at her incredibly stupid question. "We covered this years ago, Baka Moyashi. You're pregnant with my child. No matter what you look like, I will always find you beautiful."

She just continued to blink at me. "But what about when I'm no longer pregnant? Are you just going to toss me aside once I have the baby?"

The question both hurt and confused me. "I didn't last time."

Allen's face lit up with understanding, but then she turned bright red in embarrassment and buried her face in her hands. "Oh my god. Did I really just say that to you? You've been pestering me for years about having more kids. Why on earth did I think that this was going to be a problem for you?"

I pulled her hands away and kissed her gently. "Because you're confused and hormonal. But I've got a cure for that."

She pushed me away when I tried to kiss her again. "You think sex is the answer to everything."

I rolled my eyes at her. "It's been almost two months, Moyashi. And you just told me that you're been intentionally withholding sex. So, in this case, yes, I do think sex is the answer. You need to relax and stop thinking about this."

Allen didn't kiss me back when I kissed her again, but she didn't push me away either, so I took that as permission to continue. She may have been hesitant, but from all our years together, I knew that reluctance was not the same as refusal, especially given that the Moyashi was all but screaming in pleasure before I even got the rest of her clothes off.

I wanted to drag the sex and foreplay out, but it had been far too long and my Moyashi was far too erotic in her pregnant state, and I unfortunately reached my end much sooner than I would have liked. Allen was already a puddle of goo by that point though, so even if I had lasted longer, she would have never known that I had been intending to punish her for lying to me.

After finally ridding my body of all the sexual tension I'd been holding onto for the past several weeks, my mind cleared and I noticed some things about the dazed Moyashi that contradicted her earlier distress. Her breasts and belly heaved as she struggled to breathe and her once immaculate hair was disheveled, making her look quite irresistible, but what really caught my eye was that her legs were shaved and her nails were painted a bright blue. Those were two very female grooming habits, especially given how adamant the Moyashi was about still being male. And it didn't make any sense to me that she would do them.

When Allen returned to her senses, I ran my foot along her smooth lower leg to draw attention to it. "Are you sure you're really against being a woman? Shaving is a pretty girly habit for someone in your position."

The Moyashi let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed dramatically against the pillows. "I hate your sister."

It took a second to realize that she was talking about Lenalee. "Che. No, you don't. She's your best friend and has been for years. But out of curiosity, what is it that she did?"

She gestured at her shaved legs and rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious. "She's trying to turn me into a woman."

"Che. You are a woman, Moyashi."

The face she made at me in response was priceless. I knew exactly what she meant by that look and I couldn't help rolling my eyes at her. "You've been a woman for a lot longer than the past two weeks. You've been a woman since I met you. Your body's just finally caught up with your brain."

The second I said the words, the Moyashi was punching me in the shoulder, just like I expected her to do. I caught her arm and pulled her into my lap. It was an awkward action given how pregnant she currently was, but the result was definitely worth it. "Look, Moyashi- Allen. I get that this is hard for you. And you're clearly in denial. It's going to take more than just a couple weeks for you to accept that you're not male anymore. I'm not going to push you. I'll support you and let you work through this at your own pace."

Allen was clearly torn between feeling touched by what I'd said and dislike over the idea of adjusting to being female. I tightened my hold on her and kissed the back of her neck. "I just need one answer from you before I drop this: do you regret it?" The look on her face said she didn't understand what I was asking, so I clarified. "If it meant you could go back to being male, would you undo the last three years and give up our daughters?"

The horror on her face was answer enough, but Allen still pushed away and shouted at me. "How can you even suggest such a thing?!"

"Shh. Calm down." I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I just needed to know if I should be worried about Eri. But you clearly don't blame her, so-"

"Why would I blame Eri? She's perfect." The innocent confusion on Allen's face was every bit as adorable now that she was female as it was back when she was male. But the look faded as she figured out what I'd been trying to say. "I may hate what's happened to me, but even if carrying our babies is what made me this way, it's not their fault. I know better than to vent my frustration on our daughters. And as long as you keep your promise to stay with me, it's not your fault either, Bakanda. I love you too much to blame you."