"Why?"

"Since we're gonna be here a while, it's about time one of us gets a job."

"I understand that, Magenta, but...a news anchor? You want to be a news anchor?"

"Good pay, and it will keep us informed on if any Dr. Scott-esque personas that are better equipped will plan to pay us a visit. He couldn't have been the only believer."

"Hmm..." He frowned in thought. He had to admit she had a point, but he still thought it was too dangerous. "The paparazzi here are just as bad as the ones at home, if not worse. They can only be eluded for so long."

Magenta sighed. It was a good point. "Yeah, there is that. What other jobs could keep us informed without risk, though? There's going to be risk everywhere."

"Journalist, perhaps?" He knew that especially with the possibility of a child, they were going to need more money than they ever had before while staying here.

"Avoid the paparazzi by being the paparazzi? I'm shocked that you would even suggest that."

"Well, most high-paying jobs are either time consuming or dangerous, usually both, which is a bad combination if we're going to have a family."

Magenta snickered at an idea. "Well, we could always become astronauts."

"With all their slow equipment? That's quite ridiculous."

"It is feasible, though, is it not? Yes, it would be time consuming, but we could make sure our galaxy isn't stumbled upon that way, and there would be great money involved."

"Again, the technology isn't up to par with ours. How many Transylvanian aircrafts have burst in space?"

"..."

"None. And how many Earth aircrafts have burst in space?"

"..."

"Exactly."

"With great money comes fame, with fame comes exposure. So, really, it doesn't matter what planet we're on, we're screwed either way. Either we'll be discovered here eventually, or we return home and your mother won't approve of us and you'll be thrust back into the limelight." Magenta leaned her back against the wall and let herself slide down to a sitting position on the floor.

"How could she not approve? You protected me."

"Yes, but I'm of servant blood. You know as well as I do that servant blood and royal blood are not supposed to mix."

"Yet, I can't bring myself to care." He sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her. "I doubt we're the first to have broken this rule, and I doubt we'll be the last."

"So, what do we do? Stay here, get mediocre jobs, struggle to make sure our possible child has a good life, and risk our own? Or go back home and risk being separated?"

"Or we could go with the everything's going to be fine option and stop worrying so much about it." He kissed her cheek. "I just thought of something that pays well that doesn't come with paparazzi stalkers, anyway."

"What's that?" She looked at him curiously.

"Modeling. Getting pictures taken of them is their job, so no one wants pictures of them outside of their job. They don't want to know every detail of their lives like they do with actors, all they care about is that they're attractive enough for magazines and can strut their stuff."

Magenta had to laugh. "That's more your area than mine."

"You're gorgeous."

Magenta smiled. "I also might turn into a blimp in a few months, and no one wants to see that on a catwalk." She kissed him.

He drew her close, pulling her into his lap as he returned the kiss. "You want to make sure of that?" he murmured.

"Third time's the charm?"

"Third time's the charm."

An hour or so later they lay tangled in their spot on the floor, out of breath.

"Are you sure we did it that time?" Magenta asked.

"I'm pretty confident that we did; I didn't pull out."

"I noticed that." She kissed his chest softly.

He stroked her hair. "So, you think I should be a model?"

She giggled. "You already act like one."

"That'll mean less time with you," he pointed out.

"I can be your groupie. Keep an eye on all the women that will surely want you."

He laughed.

She smiled. "At least, until the baby comes."

"So, you think we did it?"

"I'm already late a day. So if I wasn't already, I think I am now."

He chuckled. "Smart woman."

She nuzzled her head against his chest. "I love you. No matter what challenges we may face in the future, no matter what planet we're on."

He smiled. He knew she'd come to her senses eventually. "I love you, too. Even if you are difficult sometimes and will definitely become more difficult as hormones control you."

Magenta laughed. "I should resent that, but I don't." She stroked his cheek, looking up into his eyes. "You think we could name it after Columbia? Even if it's just a middle name?"

"I think that would be the perfect thing to do. But what if it's a boy?"

"Columbia is simply the feminine form of Columbus."

Frank nodded. "That would work." He kissed her forehead lovingly.

"That way, though she may be gone, she'll never be forgotten." Her voice was tighter.

He hugged her close. "It's okay, Magenta. I miss her, too." He kissed the top of her head.

"I still can't understand why he did it," she whispered.

"Neither of us ever will." He rubbed her back comfortingly and kissed her.

In his arms, everything wrong was made right again, and his kisses were as healing as an angel's touch. It was impossible to not radiate love as she returned the kiss. "Thank you. You always know what to do."

He smiled. "I do my best."