To her eyes the souls lit up the night like a million beautiful stars. Each one was unique and individual, similar to but never identical to any of the rest. Some nights she would find herself standing on the balcony outside their apartment door just watching the souls of the city as they went about their business.

Some nights he would come outside with her, his hands wrapping around her waist or over her shoulders, and he would assure her that he could see what she could.

She knew he couldn't, but she didn't care. Both knew what it truly was- an excuse for the two of them to be together in the cool night air, his jacket draped over her narrow shoulders.

She didn't know what they were looking for as she watched the souls move along their errands, or even if there was ever a reason to look. It was beautiful though, to see the city so alive and vibrant even in the dead of night. There were times when she wondered how she ever lived without her gift.

She would stand there until her fingers were going numb with the cold, and his warm hands would wrap around them. She would never let him know that she did it intentionally as his voice, softer than any of the others would ever hear, admonished her for staying outside so long. She would lean back against him, a smile on her face as she looked from the souls in the city to the stars in the sky.

He would take her back inside, long used to her obsession with watching the souls, and hand her a cup of cocoa that was hot enough to warm her up but not so hot as to scald her. Floating inside the cup would be marshmallows, mini ones that reminded her of the myriad floating souls outside their door. She would smile into her cup as she drank it with him.

His voice, low and soothing, reserved only for her, would tell her of his day. Of the things that Shinigami-sama asked of him, the paperwork that he would do now that her father had retired. She would tell him of the classes that she taught, of the students that would be moving to the EAT class, those that would stay in the NOT class. How she couldn't wait for Professor Stein and Mrs. Marie to retire so she could take over the EAT class.

They would laugh, happy and at ease, the kishin threat long past and the world as much at peace as it could be. They would finish their cocoa and he would stand, taking the cups and placing them in the sink before he would lift her effortlessly from the chair, giggles trailing from her throat as he did.

He would carry her to their bedroom and fuss over her, helping her change and letting his hands gently touch her growing stomach. And each night she would curl up to him, his voice whispering his love for her and their unborn child. She would smile, the two souls that mattered the most to her tucked safely with hers.

A/N: A birthday present for Yuu-chan. I hope you enjoyed it.

I don't own Soul Eater.