I've been watching Soul Eater for a while and this idea just came up now. This is my very first story, so go easy.

Summary: Soul Eater Evans and Spirit (Death Scythe) Albarn made it obvious that they're never going to get along. But what happens when the most important person in both of their lives is in danger? Will they put aside their differences? They'd better!

Chupa Cabra was, to Spirit Albarn, a happy place for him. The heavy, refreshing drinks, the sexy, scantily-clad girls, what's not to love? It was a place for Spirit to just unwind, relax, and forget his problems.

Unfortunately, he's not doing a very good job today.

Spirit sat alone, clutching his beer. He lost count on how many he had. But no matter how much alcohol he consumed, he could not forget Maka's news. This whole thing with Maka seemed to happen just yesterday...

Because it was yesterday when Maka spilled the beans...

Spirit slouched in his bench seat at the park in Death City. He doesn't know why he's here. From the looks of the others, they don't know any better than him. He watched Black*Star show off his finesse on the basketball court while Tsubaki serenely watched. Death the Kid was upset because Patty stained his shirt with her smoothie, and he struggled to make it look symmetrical. Liz tried in vain to comfort Kid, and offered to get him a new shirt. She groaned after Kid complained, "This is my favorite shirt! It's perfectly symmetrical, and now it's all ruined..." Stein was next to Spirit, observing the people that walked past them. No doubt wondering which one to dissect.

"Why the hell did they want us here?" Black*Star asked when he got tired of basketball. "Why are Maka and Soul taking so long when they're the ones who called us here in the first place?"

"Hell if I know," Stein replied, watching a bird fly by with deep interest. "Spirit, you're awfully calm. You usually go ballistic if Maka even acknowledges you. Now she asked you to meet here and you're not even giving the slightest sign of joy."

"She mentioned good news - good news with that Soul Evans." Spirit growled at the name of the young, new death scythe. He never liked him, even when Soul was younger. He thought him as a slacker, someone who would hurt his little Maka. Some would say he was jealous; jealous that there's a new death sycthe, jealous that he's the number one guy in Maka's life. Spirit wouldn't believe that. He's not jealous.

And now they have gotten married. His sweet daughter Maka married that troublemaker. Spirit still couldn't believe it, even though the wedding was two months ago. What could their news be about?

Spirit considered that last question, and came up with an answer. But he sincerely hoped he was wrong.

He saw Maka and Soul come up to them, hand in hand. He resisted the urge to chop off Soul's hand, that dirty hand that had the nerve to hold Maka's clean one. Spirit knew that Maka does not approve of his hostile behavior against her partner, and she made that clear at her wedding reception. He's trying to accept Soul, but the thought of him as his son-in-law made bile rise up in his throat.

"About time, where were you two?" Black*Star tapped his foot impatiently while the couple shared sidelong, amused glances. "So what's the big news Maka's been gushing about?"

They glanced at each other again, obviously wondering who will be the one to say it. Finally, Soul clasped his wife's hand and raised it over their heads.

"Maka's pregnant."

(A/N: Didn't see that one coming, did you?)

Pregnant. His baby girl...is having a baby. Spirit sat rigid in the park bench for a while, while the girls cheered and screamed their congrats. Pregnant. Just like Kami was with Maka, years ago. Pregnant. That meant...

That Soul Eater Evans had put his hand all over her! The bastard!

Before he knew it , Spirit was in front of Maka, far beyond his wits.

"Pregnant? What do you mean pregnant? A baby? You're having a baby? With him? Did he do anything? Did he touch you? Did you give him permission, Maka-"

MAKA-CHOP!

Spirit slumped at the weight of the dent in his head, thanks to Maka's hardcover book.

"Anyone saw that one coming?" Kid asked after Liz brought him a new shirt. Maka's chop didn't ease up one bit after graduating DWMA, that's for sure. Kid wondered for a moment how many Maka-chops Soul recieved since his marriage to the blonde. He observed Soul's head, which looked slightly misshaped. Looks like he recieved one not too long ago. He gave a small smirk.

Stein finally discarded his observation at life and joined the group. "Having a baby, huh?" He grinned evilly and pulled out a small knife, his eyes glinting. "May I dissect it?"

The answer was uanimous.

Spirit recovered and forced himself to look in his daughter's emerald eyes. "How...How far are you?"

"Two months."

"Two-!"

He heard Soul chuckle softly as he wrapped his arm around Maka's waist. Why, it looks like that ass isn't very patient. He felt his blood coil.

Pretty soon, Patty, Liz and Tsubaki crowded the glowing Maka as they gushed over the baby. Kid, Black*Star and Stein stood aside, watching the exuberent group. Spirit stood farther aside, his mouth agape.

"Yo, Pops." That voice...

Spirit turned his head, and his eye flashed. There stood Soul with his infamous fanged grin. "Looks like you're gonna be a Grandpop."

The Death Sycthe just glared at him and brushed past him. He stopped for a moment to say, "Give Maka my congrats." He continued on home to think.

Okay, it was Soul who told everyone, but Spirit doesn't think much about him. He gripped his glass, tipped it back and let the cold drink slide down his throat. After finishing the drink, he slammed down the empty glass with a hard thud. That beer was his...damn, he lost count. But he stillcouldn't forget the fact Maka was having a baby.

That Soul Eater Evans's baby.

Spirit slapped the money on the table and started for the door, wobbling slightly. The second his foot stepped out of the door he heard a voice.

"Yo, Pops!"

Spirit stopped, and due to his drunkeness, he slumped against the wall of the Chupa Cabra building. Pops...who calls me Pops again? Spirit felt angry, but he forgot why.

The noise of a motor grew louder, and the Death Scythe winced at the obnoxious sound of it. He (faintly) saw Soul approach him with his motorcycle. "Get on, Pop."

"You idiot, why are you calling me Pops?" Spirit's words slurred. Soul rolled his eyes. The younger Death Scythe doesn't see how his responsible, bright wife is related to a mess like that. He tossed an extra helmet to his papa-in-law (Soul winced at calling him that; he hated the thought of somewhat being related to him now). "Just put this on."

"Why should I...?" The old man sounded ridiculous.

"Because, Lord Death called for us, and he'll kick your ass if you don't show up." Soul felt his impatience grow. He's hoping the meeting won't take long. Blair's at home taking care of Maka, but he knew if he's gone for too long, he'll be ready to greet a very grumpy, pregnant wife.

Spirit grumbled as he put on the helmet. He sat on the motorcycle seat and wondered where he should put his hands. When Soul revved up the engine and drove away, Spirit gripped the edge of the seat and hoped he wouldn't fall off. The duo rode in silence to DWMA, to Shinigami.

There we are! My first chapter! That took a while :P Anyway, I might not update fo a while, due to school stuff (which includes a science fair project. Woo-hoo!) Again, my first fanfic, so go easy. Constructive criticism allowed, but no harshness!

If you see some spelling mistakes, huge huge apologies.