DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with the Ghost Hunt franchise.

This is the last one-shot I'll do for the next few days. I'll be flat out working so I promise to update as soon as I can. Anyway here's Ch. 6. I hope you like it. Give it a go and tell me what you think.

Chapter 6: A Happy Wife For A Happy Life

Life, he thought whimsically, had a funny way of turning the dreaded unexpected into something worth pursuing. And as Lin sat there, contemplating on how his own life had taken such a drastic turn, he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he'd never bothered to go against the grain of his family's predisposition. People would often call him prejudiced in his ways, blind to the bigger picture or just down right racist in his opinions. The thought never bothered him before settling down in England and becoming a personal assistant and guardian to the famous Davis family that spear-headed the research of the S.P.R.

He supposed it was the fault of his young wards at the time that had set him on the course he now found himself on and to be perfectly honest, he couldn't be more content with that. For it had lead him to the one person that had become his world. Madoka.

Yes, Madoka, he sighed. The woman his heart had latched on to, never to be free again, was something of an enigma to him. She was fire and ice wrapped in a ball of gentle compassion and witty optimism; he was completely taken by her brilliance.

His Chinese heritage and family would be turning in their graves if they laid eyes on him now. As he spun the thin sliver of gold clamped around an elegant finger on his left hand, he smiled. He'd probably be disowned for even suggesting such a union. A Japanese woman, they would've scoffed with disgust. Such things went against everything they stood for and for a time everything he had stood for too. But times changed and so did he.

"I'm just popping out to meet Luella," called the strained voice of his wife from downstairs. He heard the clasp of the front door release along with a hurried goodbye before a quick slam left the house in peaceful silence.

Lin smirked, she wouldn't be gone long. Maybe a half an hour tops. Plenty of time to set his plan in to motion. He quickly pulled out his phone, tapping the numbers he knew by heart and lifted it to his ear. It rang twice before an aloof voice answered.

"Yes?"

"Your hypothesis was correct," he uttered lowly. The man on the other end of line grew silent. Only a small imperceptible gasp, barely a hair's breath, could be heard at his words.

"How long?"

"A few weeks," he answered coolly. He could imagine the recipient of his phone call nodding his head.

"Should I inform Mai?"

"That would be for the best," he replied, "I would be ill-prepared to handle any over-the-top emotions right now."

"Hm," answered the man with slight grievance, "I'll do what I can."

If Lin was anyone else, he would've snorted at the image of an emotional Mai that would no doubt be soaking the other man's jacket with tears when she was informed of the news.

"And what of tonight?" asked the aloof man.

"I've booked the restaurant for seven," answered Lin with a sigh, "Just don't say anything to the others, Oliver."

"Who is it you think you're conversing with?"

Lin winced internally when he heard the tone of offence hidden in his usual level voice.

"Yes, I haven't forgotten and I was not suggesting you would, merely hinting at your fiancé's discretion," explained Lin plainly. No point beating 'round the bush, Mai was a blabber-mouth.

"I see your point, I'll ensure Mai's silence," came the curt reply.

"Very well, I will speak to you soon," Lin proclaimed. He waited a second after the line went dead before replacing the phone into his pocket.

The tall man then stood from the comfortable office chair in his study and left for his bedroom. His plan had to be perfect. He would do anything to ensure his wife's complete satisfaction. He pulled the doors of their joint wardrobe open and flitted through the many dresses and shirts crammed, some-what neatly, into the large space.

However, his eyes had already landed on one item in particular, a dress to be exact. The first dress he had ever seen her wear bar her work clothes. The opulent, teal-coloured silk slid through his fingers as he stroked the soft material. Yes, this was the one she would wear. He pulled it out and lay it gently on the bed. Then, with large striding steps, reached the en-suite tucked neatly into the far wall.

As he stood in the medium sized bathroom, he leaned over the large tub, twisting the hot and cold taps until they were gushing out a heady stream of water. Once the bath had filled to his satisfaction, he plucked several round balls, bath bombs she had called them, from the shelf and dropped them into the crystal clear water. They violently fizzed, roiling the water and changing its colour to a beige hue. The smell of jasmine and vanilla filtered in through his nose, unconsciously making him breath deeper. For an extra touch, he grabbed a box of matches resting on the same shelf as the bath bombs and quickly lit several candles dotted around the tiled room.

He exhaled slowly, pleased with his work and left the room to sit on the bed. He had just seated himself on top of the covers when the chink of a lock turning perked his hearing. Madoka had returned and would no doubt make her way to the bedroom to change from her clothes into something more comfortable. The Chinese man rarely, if ever, experienced nervousness, but today he had hurt his wife and she had little qualms in showing it. Her footsteps grew louder and Lin clutched the leg of his trousers in disguised anticipation. Suddenly, she was there, standing in front of him, equal parts puzzlement and hurt gracing her soft features. Lin stood, towering over her slight form.

"What's that smell?" she asked with nary a greeting.

"Madoka," breathed Lin.

Her eyes shot up to meet his. He noted her pained swallow and rapidly blinking eyes as he whispered her name.

"I want to apologise," he said after a pause.

"There's no need, Koujo," she replied, distressed, "You made your feelings on the matter perfectly clear."

"I never said anything, so how could you know my feelings?" he challenged, ignoring his wife's tears trailing down her soft cheeks.

"Your lack of response spoke volumes," she shot, now feeling defensive.

She flinched when she felt warm hands grasp her arms softly.

"Madoka," he said louder this time, "I am…happy."

Her eyes met his again, shock widening them as she studied his face for the truth. She seemed appeased by what she saw hidden there and a small smile lifted one corner of her mouth.

"Really?" she whispered.

He nodded and pulled her closer. He kissed her hair, relishing in the smell of her perfume.

"Really," he murmured.

He felt his wife shudder in his arms. A small sniffle and a quiet sob was all that escaped her tight-lipped grimace as she buried her head in the fabric of his white shirt.

"I was unprepared for your announcement but it was not an unwanted one," he explained quietly as he ducked his head. He let a hand trail down her arm and rest, open-palmed on her stomach. He felt her hand rest on top of his.

"I want this," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Koujo," she sighed happily through her tears, "we're going to be a family."

Lin smiled, "Yes we are."

"Now go and get into the bath then put on the dress I picked out," he ordered gently.

"What?" she asked perplexed. She pulled away from him to look at his stoic face. "Why?"

"We're going out to celebrate," he said eyeing her. He watched as the small smile suddenly grew to a beaming grin, lighting her eyes with that mischievous twinkle he so loved. He allowed himself a small chuckle to escape when his glowing wife squealed and ran to the bathroom, shedding clothes along the way.

Whether his future progeny was a boy or a girl, he would protect it with his life. He was going to be a father, an idea that admittedly had scared him at first. But as he stood there listening to his wife slosh in the tub, he couldn't help but think that life really was having the last laugh, Noll certainly was. If he was honest, excited about the prospect. He had a woman he loved to an obsession, a job that he could enjoy and a now a family full of happiness and endless possibilities. Life sure was funny sometimes.

A/N: Please review, I'd be so grateful, thanks :)