In the subsequent weeks of their undeniably rough lovemaking session, sex had halted again.

The first week both Soul and Maka admitted they were too sore to engage in more of such an activity. Neither one was sorry. The second week, Soul's guilt had caught up to him, and while he would eagerly kiss and grope and grind, he refused to have sex. By the third week post mating (because neither could deny that was what it had been), Maka seemed to have caught a stomach bug, and she spent most of her time in the bathroom vomiting.

Ever the doting husband, Soul brought her soda crackers, water, held her hair when she asked him to (and even when she didn't), and rubbed her back when she cried afterwards. She was miserable, and he hated it. She hated it, but she didn't complain.

It wasn't until week five when she walked out of the bathroom, face tearstained and red, that all of the madness ceased to be.

Soul lounged on the couch, a long leg dangling over the arm, popcorn on his stomach as he watched Bruce Willis blow up something or another. Things were exploding, it was all good to him. It was a small voice that pulled his attention away from the glowing screen, brow crinkling with concern as he took in the pale face of his wife.

"Soul?" Maka practically whimpered, her voice quiet, almost nonexistent.

He immediately bolted upright, afraid, nauseous, and unsure. He didn't even have time to get off the couch before a small body hurtled into his, pinning him back onto the couch. Sobs wracked Maka's body, and all he did was hug her and kiss along her hairline. She hugged him back tightly, and desperate crying soon made way to near insane laughter as tiny hands rested against tanned cheeks.

"We did it," she whispered and kissed his nose.

Soul blinked, uncomprehending. It took his brain a minute to catch up with her words as he was distracted by the kisses she peppered all over his face. And then his eyes widened and a strangled noise escaped his throat.

"You mean I…you're…we…!?" he was eloquent as ever.

Maka laughed again and it was the most brilliant sound Soul had ever heard.

"Congratulations, Soul Evans. We are going to be parents."