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"Comfy?" A voice sighed from behind me as a kiss was placed on my cheek.

I smiled and crane my neck around to see Miles leaning against the back of the couch, his head resting on his arms.

"As comfortable as I can be." I laughed, placing my crochet hook and yarn down to take his face in my hands and kiss him back. "How is the case going? I thought you'd be home later."

"It is later." He pointed to the grandfather clock across the room. "And I vaguely recall asking you NOT to wait up for me."

"Tell that to the cream filling." I pointed to my 8-month baby bump. "She's been restless since you left this morning. And besides, I don't like sleeping next to an empty space. It's you or nothing."

"You double stuffed dork." Miles chuckled, hopping over the back of the couch and plopping himself next to me. "And as for you," He placed his hands on my baby bump. "Don't cause problems for your mommy or I'm taking all the toys I bought for you back to the store. Got it?"

He was greeted with two firm kicks.

"Glad we understand each other, Cheerio."

"Cheerio?" I snorted as he started rubbing the baby bump, like he was trying to soothe our daughter-to be.

"Yeah, like Honey Nut Cheerios." He grinned, his eyes giving off that 'Upshur' gleam. "I love Short Stacks AND Honey Nut Cheerios, so it is only fitting."

"Dork." I shook my head and continued my crocheting as Miles hummed to our Cheerio.

A waltz when she walks in the room

She pulls back the hair from her face

She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight

Even her shadow has grace

"So She Dances" was always one of my favorite songs to listen to and play, and ever since Miles found out, he sings it once in a while.

Just for Cheerio and me.

I still can remember the day the doctor told us we were having a girl.

Miles stared holes into the ultrasound before doing cartwheels in the waiting room and shouting "We're having a daughter! Fuck yeah!' on the intercom.

Then he raced back to the examination room to help me off the bed while I laughed my ass off at the doctor's face.

Another wonderful memory thanks to my ridiculous husband.

"What are you doing anyways?" Miles asked, the lullaby now over and his head on my shoulder.

"I'm crocheting a hat for Cheerio." I smiled to myself, a small blush growing across my cheeks. "I read in a maternity magazine that babies form stronger attachments with their mothers if they make their first pair of clothes."

"That is sweet and all, Short Stack. But," He snatched the bundle of yarn from my hand. "Do you plan on giving birth to a freaking Polly Pocket?"

"Hey!" I whipped it out of his mitts and deck him on the arm. "I'm doing my best! Besides, so what if it is a little small?! She will be able to feel all the love I put into making it."

"Face it, my love." Miles plucked the hat-in-making out my grasp once more. "You weren't a craftswoman when we first met, and you sure as hell aren't one now."

"…Thanks a lot," I mumbled, laying my head back in defeat as tears prickled at my eyes. "Those three hours of poking myself were for nothing then?"

Miles averted his eyes with red cheeks, realizing how tactless his comment was.

"Hey, I'm s-."

"It's nothing." I quickly sat up straight and rubbed the tears away before he could see them. "I know you didn't mean anything by it. My hormones are acting up, that's all. No biggie."

"Young-ja."

"Well, we should get to bed now." I braced myself against the side of the couch and lifted myself up and on my feet with a light groan. "You got more work tomorrow with your client, and I have another day of screwing up the simplest things."

"Young-ja"

Miles reached out to grab my hand, but I snatched it away, feeling the tears come back.

"Miles! I told you I'm not angry. Let's just go to bed and forge-!"

"Young-ja!" He shot his feet, silencing me instantly. "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me to say. You wanted to make something for our baby because you love her, and I had not right to shoot you down like that."

His apology touched me, but his mindless jab still stung.

"Miles," I sighed. "Forget it. I know you are stressed with this illegal fracking incident and-."

"Don't make excuses for me!" He snapped, running his hand through his hair frustrated. "Even if things are difficult, I would never take them out on you. I said something stupid because I'm a freaking idiot, and you didn't deserve to have your hard work thrown aside like that."

"Miles."

"And I know our baby will love it to pieces simply because her mommy made it for her."

"Miles."

"So, please don-."

"Miles!" I laughed, placing my pointer finger against his lips to shut him up. "Calm down. It is fine, honestly. So don't have a cow, you dork!"

"But…" He trailed off when I wrapped my arms his waist, trying to get as close as possible.

"Your apology is really sweet, and I know you didn't mean it. You sometimes say tactless things, but that is part of what makes you my Miles." I got on my tippy toes and kissed him. "So, don't worry. I'll keep trying until I can make something worthy of our baby, alright?"

"You're too kind, Young-ja." He leaned his forehead against mine, his arms tight around me. "But, thank you. And, when I came home tomorrow, I'll help you knit the hat."

"It is crochet, Miles."

"Whatever."

I laughed and leaned into his warm embrace.

"It is nice to be with you like this. Lately, you've been out more and more; sometimes you don't even come home until early in the morning."

"….It gets lonely, doesn't it." The question was presented as a statement.

"…..Sometimes. I mean, the neighbor lady checks in every once in a while, but…"

Miles was silent for a moment before he sighed and buried his face into my hair.

"I'll take the next few days off. That Reiner guy will understand."

"No." I pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eye. "You've been working too hard to bring that fracking company to justice. Don't jeopardize all your hard work because your wife is a little lonely."

"But isn't that reason enough?" He sighed, pulling me back. "Your needs come first. Even if you weren't pregnant, I would still ditch work if it made you happy."

See, it was times like this, times when Miles let that bleeding heart of his show that made me fall in love with him all over again.

"Just hurry up and finish this case, so we really can be together."

"I promise." He kissed my forehead. "Until then, I'll find someone to keep you company when I can't."

"What, are you getting me a babysitter?"

"No," He scoffed. "I'm thinking of something more on the lines of a…companion."

"A companion? What are thinking?"

"…Tell you what. Let's go to bed, and when I come home tomorrow, I'll also bring your new BFF home too."

"Pfft. Fine."

Satisfied, Miles began leading me towards the stairway when I remembered something.

"Wait!" I scurried towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a large tray. "There is another reason I stayed up."

"Oh, for what?"

"It is midnight, Miles." I smiled and held up a homemade chocolate cake with blueberries and a frosted drawing of the two of us with a big heart. "Happy Birthday, mi amor."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked one of Father Martin's disciples as he led me down the hallway like a dog, using the train of the wedding dress as a leash.

"To…find…truth…Father Martin….said I…am to be…your servant…it..is..a great honor." The man replied slowly, as if talking physically hurt him. It was probably a result of the scars engrained into his neck. He also walked with a limp and every time I caught up to him, he would scurry ahead like I was made of battery acid.

Realizing I wasn't going to get any more out of my 'servant', I thought back on what Father Martin said to me.

"My child!" Father Martin scampered after me as I hopped off the altar, the smell of burning flesh still lingering in the air. "You mustn't go to the Disciple yet! You have to obtain revelation first, so you can properly serve your purpose."

Pissed off, I whipped around and stuck my finger in his wrinkly face.

"I know my purpose! It is to find my husband, and you are going to tell me where the hell he is!"

"Patience, my child." He cooed, as if my threats didn't faze him. "There is plenty of time for that once you gain revelation. Besides," He then gestured to my dead right hand. "how will you guide the Apostle while the Walrider has claimed your hand for his own?"

"The Walrider didn't do this! It was that piece of shi-!"

"So innocent still." Father Martin sighed, like I was some temperamental child. "Not to worry though. Once you shed your mortal form, everything will become clear."

I glared holes into his skull, tired of his religious bullshit and obsession with the Walrider.

Swallowing the insults on my tongue, I took a deep breath and asked him where I could seek revelation.

His face became as bright as a Sun Maid raisin before he fell to his knees and began praying loudly.

As Father Martin mumbled gibberish to himself, I closed my eyes and wondered what the hell was in store for me next.

Out of habit, I gazed down at my wedding and engagement bands for a morale boost.

Only to find them missing from my blood encrusted hand.

"Where are they?!" I screamed, racing back to the altar, practically flipping it over. "Where are my rings?!"

"I have to make sure you don't try to fly away." Father Martin's calm voice spoke up, and I whipped around to find him holding my rings in his wrinkly grip.

"Give them back, you fucking nutcase!" My vision was red as I reached towards his pathetic form, ready to beat him into a bloody pulp.

"Seek revelation first!" He then slipped them onto his fingers. "Complete your mission, then you saw receive the Disciple's tokens once more."

Clenching my fist until my nails drew blood, I leered at the bastard for a moment before nodding stiffly.

"You better keep your fucking word, old man."

"Does…it..hurt?" The man's whispers snapped me out of my daze and I asked him to repeat himself.

"Does…your…blessing…hurt?" He pointed to my right hand.

"No, it doesn't." I raised my arm up and inspected the hole visible through the bandage. "In fact, I can't feel a damn thing. My mind likes to pretend it's still usable, but it is fucking useless now."

"Maybe…Our Savior…can heal…you…once…your mission…is…complete."

"Doubt it." I scoffed, letting it fall to my side once more like a broken doll. "But who gives a shit anymore?"

The man began to fiddle with the train, thinking of something very intently from how I could almost see gears turning in his head.

Then, suddenly, he released the train and started to tear at his patient uniform.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" I reached towards him but he flinched away once again.

"I…am.." Half of the jumpsuit's torso was ripped in half, and he had a piece of torn cloth in his hand. "I…am…serving…you."

Then he held out the piece of cloth like an offering.

"Wh….?"

"If…your hand…bothers you…tie..it…back…until…Our…Savior…can heal…you."

"Oh..I see." I felt a small glow in my chest at this act of unexpected kindness. "But…I can't tie the cloth around my arm with one hand. Could do it for me?"

"M-me?" The man jumped back with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I…I…cannot…touch…you."

"And why not?" I stepped forward, only to have him jump back once more.

"Because…you..are divinity and….I…am…dirty."

His words brought me back to that man on the Prison Ward watchtower and something Miles once told me back in our college days.

"Don't trust them," He whispered, tightening his grip on the metal railing. "They'll tell you it's science but it's not. They were…..waiting for us. In this place. Billy understood. They've always been here. You…can't hide."

"People, regardless of their social standing or aliments, don't deserve to be treated like trash, Young-ja. No one should believe they are inferior or aren't worthy of mercy."

In an instance, I raced forward and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him closed despite his protests.

"N-no! I..will…sully…you!"

"No you won't." I eased up on my grip and looked him straight in the eyes. "There is nothing wrong with you."

Then, in what felt like the first time in an eternity, I smiled.

A genuine, straight from the heart smile.

The man just gaped at me, like he just saw something life changing.

"What is your name?"

"…It is….Fe..lix…"

"Well then, Mr. Felix." I gestured to the rag in his hand. "Will you please assist me?"

Felix stared at me a moment longer before nodding quickly and getting to work.

And before long, my right arm was in a make-shift arm sling.

"Thank you very much, Felix." I leaned over and stroked his blistered cheek. "You are very sweet."

"Y-y-y-you..are..welcome!" He stuttered, lightly touching his cheek for few times before shaking his head. "We must…continue!"

He bunched the train up in his hands once more before scrambling down the hallway while I tried to keep up.

"An..elevator?" I asked as we stood in front of the elevator shaft overlooking the main lobby. "Are you showing me the way out?"

"You..will..see." Felix pushed the metal gate aside before tugging me into the confined space and closing it once more.

Then, he pulled a golden key out his pocket and inserted it into the slot underneath the button panel. Suddenly, the elevator hummed to life and we began our descent.

It stopped briefly on the main floor, like it was taunting me with the taste of freedom, before continuing downwards.

Wooden walls rapidly faded into metal ones, and our speed kept increasing until I was afraid we would crash.

But we didn't.

Instead, the elevator eased to a halt in front of a metal hallway with a double door at the end.

Felix pulled the metal gate aside and gestured for me to move forward.

"I…cannot..go..any..farther..but I…will..wait here..for..you."

I simply nodded, speechless at this sense of doom the cold walls were giving off.

Taking a step out, I shivered at the sensation of the cool linoleum floor against my bare feet.

'Shit, it is freezing down here.'

Cautiously, I made my way to the double doors and paused for a moment.

'What lies on the other side? Will whatever 'revelation' awaits me drive me insane? Will I find Miles? …Well, only one way to find out.'

And with that I pushed the double door opened and stepped inside.

A/N: Anyone who knows me or follows my blog for this fanfic knows "So She Dances" by Josh Groban is my favorite love song! It is so romantic! Please listen to it! I like to think it relates to College Miles/Young-ja while Miles was falling in love with her and waiting for the right moment to tell her. And the girl in the song loves music, so there's that~! Lol. Do you guys have any songs you think fit Miles/Young-ja? Please tell me! I'd love to hear! Anyways, Young-ja is in the basement lab now! What will she find? Who knows~!?