A/N: Ahh, good ol' Controversy. Making stomachs churn with its bad writing and then uplifting souls because of incredibly, disgustingly cute moments.

I think this is the most fluff I have ever written in any story ever, so... enjoy! And as of now, all the published chapters have been updated, so yaaaay! From here on out all new chapters will be untouched! Awesooome~

As always, I want to thank each and every one of you for turning this story into one of my most viewed fics ever, so thank you! You guys are my muses~

"Good mooooorning," Frey called out to her husband, deciding it was a good time for them to be awake. She ruffled his hair like she did every morning and waited for him to wake up. She'd learned a while back that he didn't ever hear her alarm so she had to be just that for him.

She climbed onto his back, straddling him, and began to rub circles everywhere. "Come oooon, Douggie, it's your personal alarm clock telling you to – " she whispered into his ear – "wake your lazy butt up."

He groaned, half-awake, and tried to flip himself over but with Frey on top of him and only a quarter of his regular strength, it proved to be quite hard. Since a few weeks ago when she first started messing with his hair, he got used to it and didn't mind it as much as before, so now it only bothered him when people other than Frey messed with it. But he'd never admit that.

Frey laughed and got up, returning to her position just right beside him, waiting for the lazy man to wake up. She didn't really feel like taking the easy way out this morning by making him breakfast. It was the weekend finally, and just because she still had farm work to do didn't mean she wanted to do everyday stuff. She loved cooking, just...not today.

But when she heard him start snoring again she sighed, and the thought of breakfast enticed her more and more. She leaned closer to him and held his nose, mentally counting down.

Doug tried to breathe in again but quickly realized his nasal passage had become clogged; in a fit of panic he woke up, almost smacking foreheads with his wife in the process. And just like that he knew all too well what happened to make him wake up like that.

"Jeez," he whined, the grogginess in his morning voice brought to his attention. He rubbed at his eyes and frowned, glancing at Frey. "Why do you have to do that?"

She pouted, puffing her cheeks, but admitted to herself she expected this. "Well, when you won't wake up... And I don't want to make breakfast..."

"Yeah, yeah," he told her, giving up already. There was no point arguing with her, anyway, as after they got married he immediately learned she didn't go down without a fight, which she normally won. He yawned. "What time is it?"

"It's almost seven. I guess we both kind of overslept." She smiled sheepishly.

"Uuuugh."

He sank back down to the pillow, wanting to rest a bit more even though he knew it was futile. Frey was absolutely ruthless in the mornings, never allowing him to sleep later than her. Though, today was already quite the special case so he should have been grateful, but still, sleep sounded so good...

Frey huffed, lying down next to him. She crept up to his chest and made herself comfortable. "Well, after last night, I guess... I don't really mind if we just laze around for a while longer."

Doug knew exactly what she was referring to but was too tired to remember it vividly enough to make him blush, so he grinned instead. After realizing just what she said, about them staying in bed for some extra time, he wrapped his arms around her and exhaled, basking in the glory that such a beautiful girl truly belonged only to him.

"Hey!" he suddenly said, realization dawning on him from just a few minutes ago. His eyes shot open to stare down at Frey while a frown made its way to his face. "Don't call me Douggie!"

"Hahaha." Frey pretty much ignored him, returning to her position just under his neck. She entangled her hand with his, playing with his fingers. "Stop brooding - you like it."

Doug knew if he could see her face right now she would be sticking her tongue out at him. She was such a tease, so mean, but he guessed that was just one of the many reasons why he loved her.

Still, he couldn't stop the tint of red from plaguing his cheeks, remembering the name as his fingers were tormented by hers. "No, I don't."

...

The two were all too aware that they had an audience in the small restaurant, but that only further provoked Frey's unusual behavior. There was spilled food everywhere, of course, but not even Margaret was upset about that, it seemed. She was too busy staring at the lovebirds' attempted affair.

"Come on, Douggie! Say ah!"

"Mm... mm," was his same reply for nearly a half hour as he tried to evade his mischievous wife's prodding. It was already embarrassing enough that they had to go out for breakfast when everybody else was there (as they were still in more casual than everyday clothes), but now she had to go and do this... He knew and felt he had bits of food all around his mouth, be it toast or pieces of egg or strawberry jam, but for some reason he felt more empowered avoiding the food than taking it like a man.

All of the tourists who previously inhabited the restaurant were thankfully gone, but of course the regular oddballs of townspeople stuck around to watch them in action. Forte, Clorica, Dylas, Leon, and Vishnal all laid eyes on the couple, awkwardly staring for the past half hour as Frey tried - and failed - to feed her husband his breakfast.

The food was beginning to grow cold and Porcoline threatened to eat it, but Meg had stopped him every time, eager to see where it led. Meanwhile, Doug was stuck, wrapped around Frey's finger and practically chained and tied up, and even he himself knew that if there weren't so many people here he would gladly eat from her hand like putty.

But there was no way he was letting Dylas see that side of him. When he was still dating Frey he made sure they only went to the restaurant when Dylas wasn't working, or else he never would have heard the end of it. He only hoped that putting up with this charade didn't make him the laughingstock of the town, especially when Frey started using her personal nickname.

"You're no fun..." Frey whined, beginning to lose interest - and not a moment too soon, as Doug thought. She lowered the fork away from his mouth and put it back in its rightful place on his plate. She smiled in the stead of her crazy-cute-manipulative face, causing him to shudder a bit.

"I'll make you a deal, Frey," he began lowly, as he could still feel the peering eyes of his friends. "I'll let you call me whatever you want at home, but when we're out in public, do not call me Douggie." He would do anything to keep at least a bit of his pride, including beg her a thousand times back at the castle room.

Frey laughed, the melodic sound bringing a warm hue to his face. She was plotting someth -

"All right, deal. Buuuuuut..." She reached for the fork again, stabbing a piece of french toast covered with the sticky jam. "Let me give you this first."

"A-ah, no, not when there's so many people h - "

" - Say ahh," she coaxed, interrupting nearly any chance he had at negotiation.

He sighed. One embarrassing moment to save a thousand more? Was it worth it...? The horrible nickname she loved so much clicked himself into reality and he decided to screw his pride for just this one minute. He glanced over at the others, wide eyes laced with excitement, before returning to his wife and opening his mouth.

"Ahhmm."

Doug chewed slowly in anticipation, feeling the heat spread across his face. "Jeez, why do you like this stuff..."

"Ahaha!" Frey burst out laughing - her actual laughter, not the kind that made Doug uneasy. The others joined her not even a second later, all disbelieving he really did that. Even Porco got a kick out of it.

"Frey just has you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she, Doug?" Clorica asked ecstatically, a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Looks like she's got you tamed," Dylas remarked in a teasing matter.

"...Frey, you are a true warrior," Forte said, blushing as well, unused to this kind of scenario. She was glad Kiel wasn't here.

"Princess, you're amazing!" butler Vishnal exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"Mushy lovebirds," was Leon's response, though barely anybody could hear it.

Doug couldn't face any of them, instead relying on the wall to act as the point of interest to keep him distracted.

And soon, after Porcoline joined the conversation with his usual teasing flurry of words, Frey became embarrassed, as well. She didn't know what got into her, acting like that. Even now that they were married, the few dates they went on were nothing like this - they were a conservative couple, and everybody around knew that. Was that why everyone was so excited to see this...?

"Pfft," she sputtered, not knowing why. "This is funny."

Doug's eyes met hers, a serious look in his. "What? No, it's not! Do you have any idea what you put me through?!"

She just laughed again, the humor in the situation just not letting up at all. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Haha. I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?" She grabbed his hand and rubbed reassuring circles on it, hoping that would make up for at least a little bit of her oddity so far today.

He raised an eyebrow as she continued laughing, offering an awkward half-smile in return. How was she so adorable when she was making fun of him? "All ri - "

"Hey, you guys can take that lovey-dovey stuff back to your house," Dylas piped in, a tight grimace on his face. Doug coughed into his hand, relinquishing his grip on hers, and returned to the wall for solace.

"...Should we run?" Frey whispered to him. When he looked at her he could tell she was serious, too.

"Oh, so you've finally realized the damage you've caused?"

She slapped at his hand playfully. "Yes, yes, all right already." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Want to leave on three? We already paid for the meal up front."

He didn't even really have to think about it. If they could get themselves out of the embarrassment, at least for a little bit, he had no objections. "Sure."

"One - "

"Two - "

"Three!"

They both stood up from their chairs with invisible speed and darted out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to the friends they left inside, who were all confused and now a little bummed out that their source of entertainment for the last hour was gone.

"W-well, I suppose I have some sword training to catch up on," Forte declared awkwardly, just as equally disappointed as the others around her. She desperately hoped nobody knew, but she was a sucker for cutesy stuff like that - candy, a nice love rendezvous, stuffed animals... Truthfully she just wanted to go home and snuggle up to her stuffed Wooly (she kept it under her bed so Kiel wouldn't find it), but she did have some training to do.

The others dispersed, saddened by the loss of excitement as well, and made their own excuses for leaving, and soon it was just Meg and Porcoline alone in the kitchen.

"Hey, Porco," Meg started, sparing no time grabbing the broom and sweeping underneath the now unoccupied table. "Frey was acting pretty strange; you don't think...?"

Porcoline's eyes widened as he grabbed a washcloth, fervently wiping circles over the counter. "N-no! There's no way Frey would do that to me. I have faith!"

The elf rolled her eyes but smiled, knowing Porco understood just as well as she did. She'd seen it happen several times in her life, already, so she had no doubt.

But, of course, she wouldn't mention anything to anybody before discovering the truth herself.

...

Doug and Frey wound up in the town square after their hasty escape, both panting and sweating, hand in hand. When they looked at each other they couldn't stop laughing so they made sure to avert their eyes as soon as they met. They needed all the breath they could save for running if the need popped up again.

"Ha... ha..."

Frey sat down on the ground, letting go of Doug's hand in the process and bringing hers up to her chest to feel her beating heart. "Wow," she exclaimed breathlessly, needing to take a few extra sips of air before continuing. "I haven't been... out of breath like this... in a long time. It feels really weird."

He laughed in agreement, hands on his knees and still panting. "I guess so... yeah."

"Well, I understand why you're tired," she said, feeling a bit better after sitting for a few. "You never do anything but stand in that store all day." She giggled teasingly. "You may be a little bit out of shape."

"H-hey!" he countered, bright red. So what if she was right? She didn't need to say it like that... "Well, whatever, I guess."

"It doesn't explain why I'm so tired, though," Frey continued, looking off into the distance, lost in confusion. "And come to think of it, haven't I been acting weird lately? Like... these past few days, I haven't felt like myself at all, really. My thoughts keep contradicting themselves and I don't feel close to anyone, and it always feels like I'm hungry but I never want to cook anything anymore."

She flinched a bit when he felt her sit down next to him, arm around her shoulder as he pulled her into him. "It could just be that you're feeling weird after marriage, right?" he tried, smiling though she couldn't see him.

Smiling herself, she leaned into him and took in his scent, the combined smells of her laundry soap and his cologne invigorating her senses. She felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.

"Or it might be all the sex we've been having," he offered instead, nothing in his voice causing her to believe he was joking.

"Ga-ah..."

She blushed furiously, burying her face in his chest, desperately trying to headbutt him at the same time. "D-don't say stuff like that when we're out here in public... Idiot."

Doug laughed nervously while trying to avoid her abrasive head smashing into his torso. "Hey, now, calm down before you give me heartburn."

She shook her head, refusing to laugh but bringing up her head to be at eye level with him. "That was a really bad joke."

"Haha, isn't that what you married me for?"

Frey pressed her head deeper into his chest and wrapped her arms around him, tightly embracing his body. Doug rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand awkwardly.

"H-hey, uh, didn't you just say you didn't like doing this stuff in pub - "

"Honestly, every time you do and say something sweet like that, you have to go ahead and ruin it with your stupid pervert humor," she said, voice a bit muffled by his clothes. He could still hear her clearly, though. "Then you ruin that by doing something good again... I hate that part of you."

"Ahaha... You hate that part of me? ...Sorry?"

"Mm," she groaned. "No." She turned her head to the side, hot from both being buried in him and her face's redness. "I don't hate it, I love it. But I'd love to hate it!" she whined, punching him softly.

"Well, I'm sorry," he apologized again, this time a bit more honestly. "How can I make it up to you?" He brought her closer, one hand on the top of her head ruffling her hair, the other resting on her back, keeping her near.

"My, aren't we getting bold!"

"Ack!"

The two pulled away from each other instantly, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to. It wasn't somebody who would tease them relentlessly, but it was best to stay away from everybody regardless, right?

Well, they really should have thought about that before they started being affectionate in the middle of the town square.

"Nancy!" Frey exclaimed, a little surprised to see the older woman in the square at this time. Normally she would be in the clinic helping out Jones. "Ahaha... Sorry for being in your way."

Doug took her hand and pulled her up with him so they stood side by side, though he looked away, embarrassed.

Nancy covered her mouth as she giggled. "Nonsense! Do you know how much scolding Jones and I got when we were your age? Honestly, it's nice to have another married couple in the town to spread the love!"

That didn't make either of them feel better, and they both shared some sweat drops. It could have been worse, but...

"Should we start running now?" Doug whispered to her.

She nodded. "Don't even start counting; just start running."

"Oh? What's going - "

"Run!" Frey shouted, grabbing Doug's hand again and running all over creation with him. She felt like a little kid running from her parents and other authority figures. She was honestly having the time of her life just neglecting her chores and field duties to be with her husband all day.

They made it all the way to the lake without stopping, but then Frey realized she had to give up. She crouched down to the ground and clutched her abdomen.

"Ow..."

"H-hey, Frey!"

Doug ran over to her a beat faster than his heart was pounding. He was tired and panting breathlessly but not anywhere near what she was doing. "What's wrong?"

She shrugged off the hand on her shoulder, honestly believing it weighed ten pounds at the moment. "Ha... I don't know." She tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. "My... my stomach, my gut... everything just hurts all of a sudden."

"Can you walk? We just passed Nancy - we could meet up with her again and have her take you into the clinic." He instantly regretted the decision to make a beeline for it again, no matter how much fun it was. If it put her in this much pain there had to be something really wrong, and the added stress of running just triggered it. Was that why she was tired before, after they came out of the restaurant?

"Ah... ow. It feels like somebody's pounding my insides with a hammer." She coughed to the side. "I can still walk, I promise."

To demonstrate her point she stood up quickly, a bit wobbly but fine for the most part. She steadied herself with Doug's shoulder and smiled, proving everything was all right.

But Doug wasn't convinced in the slightest. He scooped her up by her legs and held her like he did after their wedding, making sure she held on around his neck.

She blushed a little. "Doug... I told you, I'm f - "

"Well, I don't care what you say," he retorted, looking her right in the eyes. "I say you're not fine, and we're going to the clinic. And I know how much you like to win these arguments, but in this situation there's nothing you can do to defy me, right?"

Before she could even muster up a reply he started walking, having to shift her in his arms occasionally, being just a little bit of a weakling. Frey smiled, though, knowing that he didn't say any of that smugly - he was truly worried about her. It made her happy, to say the least, but unfortunately she couldn't really revel in it because of the pain in her lower half.

"Doug... What's wrong with me?" she begged to know, tears starting to form in her eyes. She clung tighter to her husband, not even wanting to argue about this matter anyway, instead determined to find out what was the matter.

He awkwardly trekked through the leftmost part of town, hoping to run into Nancy before just barging into the clinic. Not too long after spotting the building did he see Nancy as well.

"Ah! Nancy!" he called out, making his way over there with a bit more haste. At first he didn't want to run out of strength or drop her so he kept a steady pace, but now even if (gods forbid) he did make such a mistake, at least they were close enough to the clinic and Nancy would be able to take over.

The woman turned her head at the call, surprised to see the two again. "Oh, I was wondering where you guys went. What's the matter? Are you guys playing another game?"

He colored slightly, but otherwise ignored her insistence that they were just messing around. "No," he said, back to normal in an instant. "There's something wrong with Frey."

Nancy's face turned grim. "What? Well, let's get her into the clinic."

Doug nodded and followed her into the small building, making sure Frey didn't knock the door or anything with her feet.

"Hey..." she managed weakly. She stared up at him, her beautiful emerald eyes meeting his.

He smiled. "Hey." He glanced up quickly before looking back down at her. "Nancy and Jones are just going to run a few tests, okay? But you'll be fine, I promise."

"Mm... You promise?"

"Promise." He laughed, though his voice remained sweet. "Have I ever lied to you?"

"Not that I know of," she said, somewhat conceding defeat.

"Well, I haven't. Not about anything important, anyway," he corrected himself sheepishly.

She frowned but let it slide, knowing that her health was more important than some white lies he might have told her at some point or another. "Doug?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"Ah - I, uh..." His face turned beet red now and he was oh-so-thankful that Nancy was farther ahead in the room than they were, otherwise that would have easily become embarrassing moment number three of the day. He gulped.

"I love you too. And I'll always be here for you, all right? Now quit worrying and getting me embarrassed and stuff... You're gonna be fine." He planted a quick soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to giggle.

"Thanks."

"All right, lovebirds! I'm ready for you whenever!" came Nancy's shout from behind the curtain, signaling that she heard everything they just said.

"Jeez... is there any way to get any privacy in this town?"

...

"Am I okay, Dr. Jones?" Frey asked hopefully, still clad in her normal clothes, though they were a bit bloody and torn now due to the emergency of the situation. As soon as Jones came down the stairs as per Nancy's request, he had to take some blood tests and other stuff.

He tapped his pencil on the clipboard, making sure he didn't overlook anything that could prove to be dangerous in the future. "Well, your blood levels and pressure are all normal, so there's no need for concern - "

"Then what's wrong with her?" Doug butted in, not wanting to beat around any bush anytime.

Jones chuckled. "Impatient as ever, huh, Doug?"

The dwarf frowned but otherwise made no reply.

Jones folded his arms and leaned back against an odds-and-ends table, relaxing a bit and enjoying every moment of prolonging it. "So, Frey, remind me again how long you two have been married."

Frey narrowed her eyes. "Why does that matter... Um, about two months."

"I see, I see..." He put a hand to his chin, as if deep in thought, and then called for his wife from the other side of the room. After she approached he smiled once more. "Did you want to break the news to them or do you want me to?"

Nancy squealed in delight. "Oh, can I? I thought this was your moment."

He laughed. "Go ahead. I know how much you want to."

"Okay! Well... Doug, Frey." She looked at each of them as she called their name. "You dogs, you! In just two months you've done what Jones and I have failed to do ever since we got married!"

"Ah... Nancy, you didn't have to go that far," Jones told her, but the three others in the room pretty much ignored him.

The two people it concerned, though, were as confused as ever.

"What exactly is going on?" Doug asked, right after Frey asked, "What's my diagnosis?"

Nancy giggled, trying so hard not to burst from excitement. "Your diagnosis? You're pregnant!"

"..."

"..."

"What?"

~CGA