Ok, last (planned) chapter of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." I'm still thinking about the epilogue, but if I do write it it WILL NOT be out anytime soon and will not follow my "update once a week" schedule. Thank you all so very much for your reviews, I appreciate them.

Oh, and to the reviewer who asked about Ava's name, you can search it up in wikipedia, (type in Ava (given name)), and there's some info on it there. Basically, here's what it says: Ava is a feminine given name derived from the name Eve, which is derived from the Hebrew word "chavah" (Hebrew: חַוָּה), meaning "life". Another source notes that there was a Frankish ninth century Saint Ava, whose name was probably derived from the Germanic root avi, meaning "desired", related to Evelyn, but the English Ava seems to date from the nineteenth century as a variant of Eva. It has also been used as an Anglicization of the Celtic name Aoife, which means "radiant". Ava is also a native Persian name, meaning "calling".

Hope that explains it.

As for this chapter, there are a few things you might not like. The main thing I think that people will complain about is Gwendal's reaction to the nameless soldier who Conrart sent after him. I'm not sure how he really would react, but in my mind after a day of long, hard, an boring work Gwendal would be pretty ticked off at being woken up so early.

Anyway, I'll shut up now so you can judge my writing for yourselves. Enjoy.

I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant:

Ch. 5- Good Morning, Daddy!

Gwendal woke up in the morning to the most annoying pounding noise at his door. He knew that it was someone knocking at it, but he almost didn't care. He had spent over half of the day the day before working on sorting out documents for his majesty to sign, and he was extremely tired and irritable. But, there was always the chance that it was actually extremely important, so, reluctantly, Gwendal rose from his bed and walked to his door.

Jerking it open, he glared down at the scared soldier who had been knocking on it. "S…Sir….Sir von Voltaire, I….uhhhh….I need too…" "Well, get on with it!" Gwendal demanded, taking out his irritability on the young soldier. The soldier jumped in surprise. "Y…yes sir!" He began, "I was on my nightly patrols in the western edge of the castle when I noticed Sir Weller and Lord von Belfield traveling down the hallways. I stopped them and asked why they were there and Sir Weller stated that they were going to the infirmary, and that I should awaken you and his majesty immediately and tell you to go and join them."

Gwendal raised an eyebrow, curious as to why his brothers would go to the infirmary so early in the morning. He knew that Wolfram had been sick, but his condition did not appear to be that serious. Otherwise, he was certain that Gisela would have informed him. "Hmm….did Lord von Belfield appear very unwell to you?" He asked the soldier, who looked up at him in anxiety. "W…well….no, not really. I mean, he didn't look all that good. He was wrapped up in this big poofy robe and he looked kind of pale and tired, but it was dark so I really can't be all that sure, and otherwise he appeared to be fine."

Gwendal nodded his head. "So, in your opinion, would his condition require my immediate attention?" The soldier looked up at him, not knowing what to say. "Well, Sir Weller said…." "I did not ask what Sir Weller said, I asked what you thought!" Gwendal interrupted him angrily. If something was seriously wrong with Wolfram Conrart would have come to him himself after taking the boy to Gisela. Since that was not the case, it should be likely that he could catch a couple more hours of sleep before having to get up to another exhausting day.

The soldier jumped again at Gwendal's words. "Yes sir! I mean, no sir, he didn't really appear to be needing your attention…" Gwendal nodded at him. Good, so he could go back to sleep. "Very well then, go back to your post and do not speak of this to anyone. Also, do not inform his majesty of this. He has a lot of paperwork in the morning and needs to be rested for it." The soldier was about to protest Gwendal's words when Gwendal glared down at him with the "I could kill you just by looking at you hard enough" glare, and he immediately obeyed.

"Yes sir!" The soldier stated before bowing respectfully and scurrying away. Gwendal sighed, then rubbed his temple. He walked slowly over to his bed, sitting down upon it and looking back at the door. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until morning," Gwendal stated before laying back down in bed and going almost immediately back to sleep.

**********************That Morning, around 7 a.m.**********************

The sun shone threw the window adjacent to Gwendal's bed, hitting his face at just the right angle to annoy him. Opening his eyes, Gwendal glared at his window as if to curse it for being so transparent. Groaning, Gwendal pushed his covers off of himself and sat up in bed to rub his head and push his hair out of his face. When he was done with that, he moved his legs off the bed so that his feet were touching the floor, then searched for his slippers.

Upon finding them he slipped his feet into them, then slowly stood up on the floor and made his way over to a small table in the corner of his room with a large bowl filled with water and a towel sitting on it. Gwendal splashed his face with the cold water a couple of times to wake himself up, then dried himself off with the towel.

Afterwards, he made his way over to a large armoire in the other corner of the room, next to his window, and opened it to reveal his multitude of matching uniforms. He took one out of it, then went over to the bed and laid it upon it. Once he was dressed, he went over to a large full length mirror that sat next to the armoire to make sure that everything was in order. Next to the mirror sat another small table, this one with a hairbrush and several pieces of string sitting upon it.

Pulling his hair free of the string it was currently held in, Gwendal picked up his hairbrush and began to brush it back until it looked proper, at least to him. He then took one of the new pieces of string off of the table and tied it back again, so that it looked like it always had every day of his life since before Wolfram was born. When he was done, he returned the hairbrush to it's place on the table and threw the old piece of string away.

Taking one more glace at himself in the mirror to make sure that he looked well, Gwendal then made his way to the door and opened it. Stepping outside, Gwendal made his way down the various hallways of Blood Pledge Castle towards where the large dining room was where he and his family, as well as his majesty and Gunter, always ate their meals.

Upon reaching the large doors to the dining room, Gwendal nodded to a solider who bowed to him and opened the door so that he could enter. Once inside, Gwendal took a quick scan of the room to see if anything was off. He immediately noticed that the room was more empty than it should be.

At the nearest seat next to him sat Gunter, rambling on about some ridiculous treaty written two thousand years ago by a maoh that no one can remember. Next to him sat an empty seat, the seat that Gwendal usually sat at. Next to that empty seat sat two more empty seats, one for Wolfram and one for Conrart. His majesty's seat came next, the boy already being up and ready for the day, trying not to fall asleep in his food as he listened to Gunter's boring lecture. Next to him sat Greta, looking adorable as usual, eating a small bowl of cereal that was shaped like little cats. Next to her was another empty seat, where Lady Celi usually sat. His mother was off on another cruise for "free love," and therefore her seat was expected to be empty. After that, Gunter's seat came again.

Now, it wasn't all that unusual for Wolfram to be late for breakfast. He was a very deep sleeper, and definitely not a morning person. But Conrart, he was never absent. He usually woke up before everybody else and was always the first person in the dining room in the mornings. For him to be absent, he was either not at the castle or there was something wrong within the castle that required his attention.

"Hey Gwendal!" His majesty called out, noticing the eldest brother for the first time, "how are you doing?" Gwendal doubted that he actually cared, but it gave his majesty a reason to cut Gunter's lecture shot. "Fine," was all he stated as he made his way over to the table, staring at Conrart's empty seat. His majesty noticed this. "Hey, do you know where Conrad is?" He asked, concerned.

Gwendal thought about it for a minute. Where could Conrart be? Then it hit him. "He's in the infirmary, with Wolfram." Gwendal stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world, motioning for a waiter to bring over a tray of food. His majesty's eyes immediately showed concern. "Why would they be there? Is something wrong?" He asked, both he and Greta looking at Gwendal curiously.

Gwendal shrugged. "Last night a soldier came to me and informed me that they were on their way there. He didn't state why, but he said that Wolfram didn't look so bad, and Conrart didn't come to get me afterwards, so whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing serious. Wolfram probably got sick during the night and Conrart accompanied him for his comfort." Gwendal stated, cutting a piece of steak off from his plate and planting it in his mouth.

"Oh…" His majesty replied, looking down at his own food. "Well then, I guess that's alright." Gwendal nodded. "Yes, we shall eat first, then we can go to the infirmary to check on them." Both His majesty and Greta nodded at Gwendal, each of them going back to their respective meals.

"I'm sure everything is alright," Gwendal stated one more time, returning to his own meal.

**********************That Morning, around 7:30 a.m.**********************

Greta had just finished her meal, being the slowest eater out of the bunch, and Gwendal and Yuuri were already standing up by their chairs waiting for her to hop out of hers. Turning to them and smiling, Greta pushed her seat back and hopped down off of it. "Ok, lets go!" She exclaimed, enthusiastically, excited about going to see Wolfram and Conrart. She was concerned for her other father, but if Gwendal said that there was nothing seriously wrong with him, then he must be fine.

Both Yuuri and Gwendal nodded back at her, and smiled as well. "Well, let's go see what's up with those two," Yuuri stated, making the way to the door. Gunter had already finished his meal and excused himself to the library to begin readying the books for Yuuri's studies. He was a little concerned for Wolfram and Conrart, but he knew that Gwendal would inform him later of what was the cause for their strange visit to the infirmary.

Even though Yuuri began walking first, Gwendal reached the door first, nodding to the soldier who opened it for him as he exited the dining room. He slowed down a little bit after he entered the hallway, wanting to make sure that Greta could keep up. She and Yuuri trailed side by side behind him. It was best that he was in front, not just because he could protect them from any danger that could occur, but also because he had lived in the castle for his whole life and knew the way to the infirmary better than anyone else.

Their walk to the infirmary was a silent one, each one of them curious as to what could possibly be wrong with Wolfram and/or Conrart. Once they reached the door, Gwendal gave it three sound knocks. Within two seconds Gisela was at the door, glaring at him like a viper would at a mouse that had disturbed it. "What are you doing being so loud? They've only been asleep a little over an hour! They need their re…."

It was obvious that something had clicked in Gisela's brain after she realized that she was talking to Gwendal, though what, he had no idea. "Y…your Excellency, please excuse my rude behavior! I did not realize that it was you knocking so loudly, it's just that your younger brother and….my other patient need their rest, they've both had a long hard night." Gwendal glared down at her for a moment, making sure that she understood that she had never intimidated him, then nodded his head.

"Forget it. How is my brother doing?" He asked, getting straight to the point. He looked down at her expectantly, expecting that she would move aside so that he and his majesty and Greta could enter the infirmary to see Wolfram and Conrart. She didn't budge. "He is fine…now." Was all she said, standing firm in place. Everyone stared at her silently, waiting for her next words. She was completely quiet for about 10 seconds, not knowing what to say next, but the silence was broken by a deep sigh.

Gisela shut her eyes and rubbed the side of her head with her palm. "I think….I think I should have his Excellency Conrart speak to you. The matter is a very….personal one." With that she turned around and reentered the infirmary, shutting the door behind her. This annoyed Gwendal a little, but he said nothing of it. "Personal matter….what do you think that could mean?" Yuuri asked from behind Gwendal, catching his attention. The older man turned his head around just enough to look out at him from the corner of his eye, then immediately turned back. "I have no idea," he stated, plainly.

Before Yuuri or Greta could ask anymore questions, Conrart opened the door, startling them a little bit. He looked tired, he was still in his night clothes, which consisted of a plain white button up shirt and an old pair of loose uniform pants. His hair was a bit disheveled, and his face a bit glossy. He looked like he had recently been under a decent amount of stress. He then stepped outside of the room, shutting the door gently behind him.

The first person he acknowledged was Gwendal. "Brother…" He stated, this immediately piquing Gwendal's interest. Conrart never spoke to him so informally, except with something serious that had to do with their family. "Yes, Conrart?" Gwendal asked, his eyes narrowing a bit but the rest of him hiding his concern very well. Conrart stared at him for a moment, before looking behind him to acknowledge Yuuri and Greta. "Your Ma….Yuuri…." He stated, looking at Yuuri in a way he had never done before.

The look had pain and concern in it, but also a bit of anger. This greatly troubled Yuuri. "Conrad, what's wrong?" Yuuri asked. Now he was getting scared. Conrart only looked to Yuuri's side, softening as he acknowledged Greta. "And Greta…" He stated, smiling deeply. Greta smiled back at him.

After a minute or so of silence, Conrart shut his eyes and sighed deeply. "Conrart, either speak up right now or allow us to enter so that we might speak to Gisela," Gwendal stated to him firmly, annoyed at his brother's reluctance to talk. Conrart opened his eyes and looked up at him, annoyed. This was a very rare look for Conrart. "Yes, you're right," he stated, then bringing his attention back to Greta. "I'm sorry, Greta, but what I want to discuss with Gwendal and Yuuri is a very serious matter. I don't think you should be here."

This surprised everyone, especially Greta. "But…." She stated, upset. Yuuri was next. "Conrad, that isn't fair, Wolfram is Greta's father too, and she has a right to know if something is wrong with him." Conrart looked at him, his eyes hardening in determination. "I know, Yuuri, but this is a very serious matter. It should be discussed with her later, in a more appropriate setting." His words sent shivers down Yuuri's spine. Something was most certainly wrong.

Then it hit Yuuri. "Wolfram, is he….' He couldn't even finish the sentence. No, Wolfram couldn't be dead. It just couldn't be possible. Gwendal's eyes widened slightly at Yuuri's words, realization also dawning on him. "What's wrong with Wolfram?" He repeated firmly, causing Conrart to look up at him. Conrart looked sad for a moment, then gave a weak smile and shook his head. "No, don't worry, he's not dead. But the matter is still very serious. Greta should not be here."

Everyone gave a sigh of relief at his words. Yuuri then turned to Greta, taking her hands in his. "Greta, honey, I'm sorry, but if Conrad says that you shouldn't be here, then you shouldn't be here." Greta's eyes widened and her face immediately showed shock. "But…but….that's not fair!" She cried out in protest, wanting to know what was wrong with Wolfram as well. It was obvious that it would be hard to convince her to leave.

Then Conrart got an idea. "Greta, I've been needing to send a letter out to mother to tell her to return to the castle immediately, that it is urgent. Could you do that for me?" He asked, trying to ease her reluctance to leave. Greta looked at him, her face showing signs of a little bit of anger and sadness. "But…." She repeated again, not knowing how to finish her sentence. Conrart did his best to give her a calm smile, though it was hard considering his emotional state about Wolfram.

"It's very important," he stated, hoping to convince the young girl. She looked at him a little longer, then down to the ground. "Ok…" she replied, not bringing her gaze up off the ground. Yuuri smiled down at her, then rubbed her hair gently. She looked up at him sadly, then turned and walked down the hallway towards the library. She knew Gunter would be there, and he would be able to help her with the letter.

Once she was out of view, Yuuri turned back to Conrart. "Ok, she's gone, now what is it?" He asked, not wanting to wait any longer. Conrart stared at him silently for a moment, not knowing to begin, when Gwendal spoke up again. "Conrart, I've had enough of your silent treatment. Tell us what is wrong now!" He stated in a loud voice, hoping to startle his brother a little bit. It appeared to work, as Conrart jumped a little and then looked at the door behind him then back to Gwendal.

"Don't be so loud!" He whispered out angrily, glaring up at his older brother. Gwendal was shocked at his response, his eyes hardening a little at his younger brother, but he said nothing. Conrart then lifted his arms and walked forward, ushering Gwendal and Yuuri away from the door a few extra feet. When he was satisfied with the distance, Conrart stopped, shutting his eyes and sighing again.

After a moment, he spoke up. "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm going to come right out and say it," he began, "last night….Wolfram….he….he gave birth to a baby girl," he finished, looking at Gwendal and then at Yuuri. There was absolute silence all around, then Gwendal spoke up. "Stop joking around Conrart and tell us what is wrong with Wolfram," he stated, glaring down angrily at his brother. This was no time to be telling jokes. Yuuri had no idea what to say.

Conrart looked up at Gwendal determinately. "I'm not joking Gwendal. Wolfram gave birth to a baby girl. I wasn't there to see it, but he came to me with her afterwards and we went straight to the infirmary. He and the baby are inside there now, sleeping." Gwendal continued to glare down at Conrart, slowly processing the words in his head. It couldn't be true….Wolfram couldn't have had a baby, he wasn't even pregnant!

As if reading Gwendal's mind, Yuuri finally spoke up. "But Wolfram, he wasn't pregnant…." He stated, his face full of confusion. He had learned of mazuko male pregnancy a few years ago in one of his lessons with Gunter, so the fact that male mazuko's could get pregnant wasn't a shock to him. The fact that Wolfram could have been pregnant, was a shock however.

Conrart looked at him sadly for a moment, before speaking up. "Yes, Yuuri, he was. But don't be angry with him, he didn't know," Conrart then looked up at Gwendal, "none of us knew. He didn't show at all, so it's no wonder. But he was pregnant, and he did give birth," Conrart then looked back at Yuuri, "to your baby."

That was it. Gwendal had heard enough. Shoving Conrart harshly to the side, he walked past him and threw the door to the infirmary open before anyone could stop him and stomped inside. He was going to get to the bottom of this ridiculous joke once and for all!

But what he saw before him halted him in his tracks. There, resting on the bed only a few feet in front of him, was Wolfram, with a tiny sleeping black haired baby laying peacefully on his chest, covered in a pink blanket with flowers on it. The baby began to stir once she heard the door slam open, this not quite being enough to wake Wolfram from his sleep. He looked exhausted. His eyes had dark circles underneath them, his face was pale, and his hair was unkempt. It was very much unlike him.

"But…." Gwendal stated, not knowing what to do or say next. The only other time he had felt this way was that day when his mother had told him that she intended to marry the human, Dan Hiri Weller. Wolfram had been pregnant….he gave birth to a baby? The thought seemed so unreal to him. Conrart had followed him into the room, and was now standing beside him, looking at Wolfram softly. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" He said affectionately. Gwendal turned to look at him, his face full of shock. Conrart only looked up at him and smiled. Gwendal stared blankly down at him, then turned his attention back to Wolfram and the baby.

Yuuri then slowly entered, taking in the sight before him as well. He stared, shocked and confused, at Wolfram and then at the baby that he was told was his. "But…" He repeated, very much like Gwendal. He also could not believe it. Wolfram gave birth….Wolfram was a parent….and he was a father? This just couldn't be true.

"No…" Gwendal whispered, his eye hardening. "It's not true, Wolfram couldn't have been pregnant. He and his majesty weren't even intimate." He then turned to look at Yuuri for a moment, expecting him to pipe up and agree. He was met only with silence. It then occurred to him. "You…." He said, glaring down at Yuuri. Yuuri looked back up at him in shock, not knowing what to say. Yes, he and Wolfram had been intimate, but it was only one time! And it was both of their first time! He couldn't have gotten pregnant!

"Bastard…." Gwendal hissed out, storming over to Yuuri. "YOU BASTARD!" He yelled, grabbing Yuuri by his collar and hoisting him up off the ground, strangling him. His loud scream awoke both Wolfram and the baby, who began to cry loudly. At first, Wolfram looked only to his screaming child, but then he turned his head to the side, acknowledging the other people in the room. "Brother….?" He stated confusedly. When did Gwendal show up?

Before Gwendal had the chance to punch him, Conrart wrestled Yuuri from him, saving the boy from his wrath. With a thud, Yuuri fell on his bottom to the floor, oomphing in pain when he hit it. Gwendal struggled harshly with Conrart, trying to free himself from his younger brother's grasp so he could beat the man who had shamed their little brother, but Conrart kept his arms around him tightly, holding him still. "GWENDAL! GWENDAL STOP THIS! STOP!" Conrart yelled over and over again, trying to calm Gwendal down.

"I'LL KILL YOU! YOU BASTARD!" Gwendal cursed out, still trying to free himself and reach Yuuri. Wolfram, in the meantime, had been laying on the bed quietly trying to access the situation. Gwendal and Yuuri were now in the infirmary with he, Conrart, and Ava. Gwendal and Yuuri had obviously seen her, and Gwendal had been strangling Yuuri and now he was threatening to kill him. There could be only one possible cause for all of this.

Conrart had told them.

Before Wolfram had a chance to yell at Conrart for taking matters into his own hands when it was none of his business, Gwendal broke free from Conrart and lunged for Yuuri. Luckily for Yuuri, he had just gotten back on his feet and was able to leap out of the way at the last second. That, however, did him little good and Gwendal only turned his body towards him again, obviously going straight for his throat. He would have reached it as well and been happily strangling the bastard of a king who violated his little brother had said little brother not let out a very loud scream that stopped everyone in the room in their tracks.

"What's wrong with you?" Wolfram yelled, looking straight at Gwendal. His eyes had anger and fear in them. "What the hell are you doing?" Gwendal stood frozen in his tracks, he, Conrart, Yuuri, and Gisela, who had been frozen in a corner of the room the whole time this crazy incident had been taking place, all stared at Wolfram, who looked like he was on the brink of either beating them all to death or crying.

He glared at Gwendal angrily for a minute, then looked back down at his screaming child. "You've upset her," he stated plainly, rocking little Ava in his arms to calm her. She calmed a little as the room quieted down an her birth parent soothed her, but she still fussed and squirmed in Wolfram's arms.

Gwendal watched Wolfram and Ava for a minute, before turning his attention back to Yuuri and glaring. Yuuri felt Gwendal's ice cold stare before he saw it and shivered. He then turned to the older man. Gwendal looked down upon him. "I'll deal with you later," was all he said before he looked back to Wolfram and the baby and began walking towards them. Yuuri watched him, shocked and speechless. He'd really thought the older man was going to kill him.

Once Gwendal reached the bed Wolfram was laying on with Ava, he coughed slightly, bringing Wolfram's attention back up to him. Wolfram looked up and frowned, still upset that Gwendal had upset his daughter. Gwendal's gaze fell a little in guilt. "I'm…uh….sorry, Wolfram…..for upsetting her," he stated, accepting his own faults. Wolfram looked at him hardly for a few more seconds after the apology, then softened a little. "It's ok," he replied, keeping his eyes on Gwendal as he rocked his baby. Gwendal then looked back up at Wolfram, then down to Ava, then back to Wolfram again.

"Wolfram," he started, his eyes holding concern and confusion, "what happened?" Wolfram's mouth opened for a moment, as if he was going to say something, then shut again. He turned his attention back to Ava, then shut his eyes and sighed. "I….I gave birth to her…this morning, in the bath….she….she just came and I didn't….didn't know that I was going to have her." Wolfram replied, opening his eyes and looking down at his daughter when he finished. "I didn't know I was pregnant."

Gwendal looked down at him, deeply concerned and also a little upset and angry. His baby brother being pregnant for 9 months without knowing it was a very serious matter. During those 9 months Wolfram had trained hard, Gwendal had watched him do so, and he hadn't rested or properly regulated his physical activities as a pregnant person should. Who knows what damage this could have cause Wolfram and the baby?

Not only that, but now Wolfram was a parent, an unwed birth parent, and his child was the child of their maoh to boot. Premarital sex had become less taboo in Shin Makoku for the past few centuries, but it was still something that was not spoken of in public, and public shows of affection were still very taboo. Giving birth to an illegitimate child was unheard of in the noble class of Shin Makoku, even if it was with your fiancée and that fiancée happened to be the maoh. No matter what happened, even if his majesty married Wolfram their child would still have been born a bastard and it would affect her, Wolfram's, and his majesty's reputations for the rest of their lives.

This was all just a horrible mess. A horrible mess, no doubt, that Gwendal would have to deal the most with.

He sighed deeply. "Wolfram….how did this happen?" He asked, looking down at his little brother with the calmest face he could put on . Wolfram wasn't fooled. He knew Gwendal was angry and upset by all of this. Wolfram then turned his attention to Yuuri. "It wasn't his fault, but it wasn't mine either. It was….the night of his 18th birthday party. We both got drunk, remember? And then we were in bed together and it just….just happened. Neither of us meant for this to happen." He stated, his eyes full of sadness.

Yuuri stared back at him, shock and confusion still on his face. "But….it was our first and….and it was only once! How could it…" Before he could finish, Gisela chimed in. "It only takes once, your majesty, and despite popular belief you are very capable of getting pregnant on your first time. Also, to answer any other questions you might have, every pregnancy is different for every person. Some people show a lot and others don't show at all and may have little or no symptoms. This was what happened in his Excellency's case, I'm afraid."

Yuuri stared at her for a moment, his mouth agape, before turning his gaze back to Wolfram and the baby, shutting his mouth. "So…she really….is mine?" He asked, his question directed to both Wolfram and Gisela. Wolfram nodded, and Gisela responded with a "yes, your majesty." It was then that it really hit him. He and Wolfram had a baby, they had a beautiful little baby together. He was a new father from now on, and he would have to step up and be a father for his child.

Slowly approaching Wolfram and their new child, Yuuri moved towards the bed, braving passing Gwendal, who was still very angry at him, on the way. Once he reached the bed, he reached out his hand and very gently stroked Ava's right cheek. She looked up at him wide eyed, wondering who he was and why he was touching her. After a minute of the two just staring at each other, Ava broke the silence by cooing at the strange double black who wouldn't leave her alone. Yuuri laughed lightly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

"She's beautiful…so beautiful…." He stated, moving his hand to her left cheek. Wolfram smiled up at him. "Yes, she is." Yuuri then brought his attention back to Wolfram. "Wolf….are you ok?" He asked, suddenly realizing all that could have gone wrong. Wolfram nodded his head. "No, I'm fine." Yuuri nodded back, happy, then turned his attention back to Ava. Wolfram then piped up again. "Her name is Ava." He stated, catching Yuuri's attention once more.

"Huh?" He asked dumbly. Wolfram gave him an annoyed look and sighed. "Her, the baby, her name is Ava. It means 'desired.'" Yuuri's mouth opened and he stated "oh" before turning back to her and smiling. "Ava…it's a pretty name, very appropriate." She cooed up at him again, as if to agree with his statement. Conrart, Wolfram, and Yuuri all chuckled a little.

Then Gwendal spoke up. "Is that Ava von Belfield or Ava Shibuya?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. Yuuri tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?" He asked, confused by Gwendal's question. Gwendal frowned down at him, then sighed. "What I'm saying, your majesty, is that Ava is an illegitimate child and therefore cannot have your last name unless you specifically give it to her. So, your majesty, what will it be? Will you accept your responsibilities and acknowledge her or just wimp out?"

Everyone in the room was upset by Gwendal's comment, but no one was more angry than Yuuri. "Where do you come off asking me such a question? Of course I'll give her my last name, she's my daughter! What the hell would make you think that I wouldn't acknowledge her?" He stated, returning Gwendal's glare. Gwendal only stared back, then laughed. "You've got to be kidding me, right? What reason do I have for not believing that your wouldn't acknowledge her? Well, let's start off with Wolfram. You two have been engaged for 3 years now, you've obviously grown close, even been intimate with each other, and yet still you do not acknowledge him. You wont give him your last name, why should I believe that you would give it to her?"

Yuuri was shocked at what a good argument Gwendal had made. He had been a jerk. Wolfram had always been faithful to him, but he hadn't been faithful back. If he wasn't going to marry Wolfram, he should at least have had the decency to tell him outright, but he couldn't even do that. Even after they slept together Yuuri was still unwilling to address the issue of their relationship. No wonder Gwendal questioned Yuuri's ethics.

There was only one response Yuuri could give. Yuuri looked Gwendal straight in the eyes, making sure that he could see how truthful he was being, and stated "Your right." Gwendal almost couldn't believe his ears. Yuuri agreed with him? It couldn't be. Before he had a chance to question Yuuri's statement, Yuuri turned his attention back to Wolfram.

Sitting on the bed and taking Wolfram's free hand into his, Yuuri looked him deeply in the eyes and stated, "I'm sorry." Wolfram looked dumbfounded at him for a moment before intelligently replying "huh?" Yuuri sighed, looking at Ava for a moment and then back to Wolfram. "I've been an ass. I really have. I've been treating you like some play thing that I can manipulate and use whenever I want without ever taking your feelings into consideration. You've always been faithful and loving to me, even if it was kind of a tough love, and I've always been uncaring and inconsiderate to you. I don't deserve you…." Yuuri then picked Wolfram's hand up and shut his eyes, placing a kiss on it before opening his eyes and looking deeply into Wolfram's, "…but I'd really like to try to change that."

Wolfram's eyes grew wide. He couldn't believe his ears. "Yuuri….what are you saying?" Yuuri smiled at him. "I'm saying that I'd like us to try again, to really get to know each other. I'm not saying that we should run off and get married immediately, but I honestly believe that you and I are already very close and a perfect match for each other. I think that we could be happy together, and I'd like to try having a real relationship with you. We can worry about how everything will work out later, but for now, all I know is that I love you," Yuuri then looked down at Ava, "and I love her more than possibly can be imagined," he then looked back up at Wolfram, "and I want to spend the rest of my life close to both of you."

Wolfram was speechless. Did Yuuri just say that he loved him? And that he wanted to be with him? It couldn't be true. "Yuuri…" Wolfram spoke up, a bit of fear in his eyes, "are you sure?" Yuuri smiled at him, then nodded, "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." He then leaned down and pressed his lips firmly to Wolfram's, causing the blonde to gasp in shock, then relax and close his eyes, accepting the kiss. Ava cooed in his arms, watching the scene with amusement.

Gwendal was about to speak up and break the two apart before Conrart stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Gwendal turned around swiftly, glaring at his smiling younger brother. Conrart shook his head, then leaned in and whispered in Gwendal's ear, "leave them alone." Just when he was about to protest, Conrart whispered something to Gwendal that made him reconsider, "isn't this what we've always wanted? For Wolfram and Yuuri to be happy?" Gwendal just couldn't object to that.

Turning around and giving Yuuri and Wolfram, who were still kissing, one last glare, Gwendal sighed in relief then nodded his head. Conrart smiled back at him, leading him to the door. Gisela followed behind closely, wanting to give the new family some privacy. Once all three where outside the door Conrart shut it quietly, then began walking away from the infirmary towards the hallway that lead up to Gwendal's office.

He looked back at Gwendal and Gisela, who stared at him with a bit of confusion. "I'd better go check to see if Greta sent out that letter I told her to send to mother. I think it's important that mother get here as soon as possible." Both Gisela and Gwendal nodded there heads in agreement, Gisela giving Conrart a little wave as he smiled then turned and began walking away again.

Gwendal shut his eyes, then rubbed his temples. "I think I need a drink," he stated, before going in the direction of his private quarters, which contained his favorite bottle of bourbon. Gisela smiled at him as he walked away, then turned back to the door of the infirmary. "Well, I can't go back in there, for now, at least." She then looked in the direction of her assistants' quarters. "I'd better go check on those two. Knowing them, despite Sir von Belfield's firm orders and threats, the whole castle will be abuzz with the news in a few hours. After all, who could deny declaring to the maids the winner of the love lottery?"

With that the lady healer made her way towards her assistants' rooms, making a mental note to give them another lecture on keeping their mouths shut, just in case they hadn't told anyone yet.

Inside the infirmary, Yuuri and Wolfram's kiss had ended and Yuuri was currently busy stroking Ava's cheeks once again. Wolfram smiled up at him. "Would you like to hold her?" He asked, catching Yuuri's attention. "Huh? What? Oh…no, I couldn't….I might drop her," Yuuri responded, a little afraid. Wolfram huffed. "Such a wimp, wont even hold his own daughter." Yuuri glared at him, then back at Ava in determination.

Gently, he reached his arms over her and picked her up carefully out of Wolfram's arms, then held her firmly against his chest. She looked straight up at him, her beautiful emerald eyes staring deeply into his black ones. He smiled softly at her, leaning over and kissing her forehead.

"Well, little Ava," he stated, "welcome to the world." She cooed up at him in response, causing both Wolfram and Yuuri to chuckle lightly.

And so ends my story. Hope you all liked the ending. Even though I know Yuuri would be extremely shocked about such a situation, I honestly believe something big like having a child would kick some sense into his head and get him to admit his love to Wolfram.

Anyway, thank you all for reading. Look foreword to at least 2 new stories from me in the far off future, (I'm working on them but as I said in chapter 1, I will not be posting a story until it is completely written). The first is a supernatural thriller that includes mpreg. The second is a humor/romance fic that doesn't include mpreg but does include something somewhat similar. I hope everyone who has read IDKIWP will enjoy reading them in the future.