In honor of my story, Mirabile Visu, in which Agatha falls pregnant with Dracula's child and their relationships blossoms into one of romance as they become parents, I've decided to start a series of one shots. They will mostly center around Agatha's pregnancy as well as really young Sorina, but it can really vary! Lengths may be long or short depending on what I write about. Requests are very much welcome and encouraged! Anyway, I do hope you enjoy it! -Jen

Prompt One: With the birth of their child impending, Dracula and a very pregnant Agatha set forth to complete one of the more difficult tasks they've faced as a couple so far-the completion of the baby's nursery.

The Nursery

"Leave the walls bare, I don't want anything remotely flammable close to the cradle."

Count Dracula turned to look at Agatha who, at that very moment, had taken to sitting in a chair he had brought up from the dining room with the intent of keeping her from moving about. She was free to micro-manage his every move from there, but the least thing either of them needed was for her to go into labor by overexerting herself. Despite how annoying her demands were becoming. He had dealt with far worse-at least, that's what he kept telling himself.

"So you desire no form of any decor? Not even a portrait?" The vampire did his best not to sound irritable. "Don't you think that's rather dreary? The stone walls could do with at least some form of color."

"I'm not willing to take any risks," the former nun replied firmly. "And if figuring this out is so challenging for you, then by all means I'd be happy to set it up myself."

"No, no," Dracula cut in, waving his hand as Agatha attempted to push herself up into a standing position. "You sit right there and just dictate your heart's wishes." If looks could kill, the woman's glare would've been a stake through his chest. "I'll do as you ask, as promised. Just rest."

Much to his relief, she settled back into the chair. He stepped back for a second to take in the room. What had once been an empty space covered by cobwebs and darkness now held a wooden dresser and an ornate crib of his own design. With centuries to absorb information and talent, he'd become quite the carpenter. Thankfully Agatha had not only approved of the design, but loved it. That alone meant a great deal to him.

"I'll attach some sconces in the walls," he said, turning to Agatha. "That should allow us to place some torches in." Before she could utter a word, the vampire held up his hand. "Which will only be lit when we're in there and far enough that if one should fall," her mouth opened again. "It won't cause any issues because I'll set them far enough back that they won't cause harm."

The former nun nodded her head, seeming to consider his words. "I suppose that's acceptable enough." Agatha looked to Dracula, her gaze meeting his. "Do you think they'll like it?"

"Who?" He inquired, noting as Agatha rolled her eyes. "The baby?"

"Yes the baby," she answered. "Do you really think it's that dreary?"

"It isn't like they'd know anything different," the vampire stated, earning him glare from the former nun. "I'm sure they will. They'd better be grateful at least." He offered her genuine smile, much unlike his teasing behavior. "Come, there's something I want to show you. It's not a long walk-"

"I'm pregnant, not incapacitated, Dracula. I can handle myself." She grumbled, still allowing the count to help her onto her feet. "Need I be concerned?"

He didn't humor her with an answer as he led her down the long stretch of hallway and into a nearby room. Mindful of her step, Agatha entered, grateful that Dracula had remembered to keep it lit. Unlike her, he didn't require light to see. Curious now, her eyes followed the vampire as he moved swiftly across the floor and over to what appeared to be some sort of fabric draped over an object. Before she could question anything, he pulled back the cover to reveal a small shelved, wooden box that, just like the cradle, was beautifully carved.

"Is that a bookshelf?" The former nun whispered, moving to examine it further. "Did you make this?"

"I thought we could do with another piece of furniture in there," he replied, watching as Agatha marveled at his creation. "Since we both share a love of books and an undying thirst for learning, it seemed fitting that our child be given something that can be filled with stories. If you don't like it…"

"You're right," Agatha paused, turning to face Dracula. "I don't like it. I," she smiled. "I believe I could be so bold as to say I adore it."

Much to Dracula's surprise, the former nun wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. Despite their months together, he was still getting used to her displays of affection. He smiled, holding her close. He'd done something right for once. And though he perhaps wasn't quite ready to admit it, he craved her love more than his desire for that which he'd never be able to see. The sun.

"We'll have to set it away from the torches though," she murmured against his chest. "Fire hazard."

Dracula chuckled, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Your wish will always be my command."

Yeah, yeah, sappy I know. I felt writing something sweet today, not drama filled like my usual works. I hope you liked it despite! Reviews mean the world! Please send in prompt requests, I need ideas! -Jen