A/N: Alright, so I'm a bit rusty when it comes to my fanfics. To those of you that read my story Slave, it has not been dropped; I am still working on it. Anyway, this is my first Howl's Moving Castle fic so please be kind. Thanks and Happy Holidays!

Disclaimer: Everyone knows it's not mine; I'm not Mr. Miyazaki nor am I Diana Wynne Jones. I'm just Kenn-chan, this fanfiction is mine though!

A soft Kiss, a gentle sigh, warm murmuring. This is how Howl and Sophie spent their wedding night; curled in a lovers' embrace, lying in Howl's room, cuddled upon his (now their) bed. "I love you Howl, you know that, right?" Sophie whispered softly.

"I know, love. I know." A soft smile pulled at Howl's warm lips and he placed gentle kisses upon his wife's forehead.

"Howl, I've something of large importance to share with you. It's of the utmost urgency. I'm afraid that what I've to tell you may frighten you away from me . . . oh, it's so fast," she murmured.

"Sophie?"

The starlight haired girl grasped a hold of Howl; cradling her husband's large, warm hands within her own smaller ones before pushing them softly to her midsection and trapping them there.

"Sophie?"

Her eyes filled with tears and she hushed him softly with a quiet, "Shh." Beneath his hand, Howl could feel movement; a soft thumping and gentle gurgle.

"Is that . . ?"

Howl watched as his wife nodded her head. Soft silver tresses bobbed in motion with her head.

"I am with child."

"Oh, Sophie!" Howl yelled, scared but thoroughly excited. A child; one that would be his and Sophie's very own, whom had been previously concieved, was to be on its way.

The tears that'd filled her eyes had begun to fall down her cheeks in thick flat rivers. "This doesn't frighten you? You – you still want me . . . us?"

A look of surprise flashed upon Howl's face before the look melted into an expression of pure love and adoration. "Of course I do! Oh Sophie, I love you; every part of you, including the baby that is living inside you."

"I love you, Howl." She murmured as Howl pulled her closer; her head upon his chest, his left hand wrapped against her body, his right splayed across his unborn baby. Howl gave gentle kisses upon his wife's cheeks and her terrified tears had stopped. She looked up at her husband. "I love you Howl," she whispered softly, placing gentle kisses upon the man's cheeks and chin.

"I love you, Sophie."

A soft kiss, a gentle sigh, and warm murmuring. They were going to have a baby.

A/N: Tada? Hope it wasn't too bad. To those reasonably chomping at the bit to have a new Slave chapter, I hope to be posting it up within the next few hours! Hooray. Thanks everyone! Reviews are lovely . . . *wink*