Lonely girls

Cyzarine held her arms open. "Huuuuuuuuuug." she pouted. Her eyes widened suddenly. "WE DIDN'T USE A CONDOM!"

Demyx frowned then paled as he realised she was right, "UNHOLY SPACE COW!"

Cyzarine seemed to be on the verge of tears. "This isn't funny!! What are we going to do?!"

Demyx shrugged, "Well, you might not actually be pregnant!" He frowned in thought, "And I guess we could cope if you were..."

Cyzarine sniffled and nodded. "How do we know?" she looked at her stomach as if it would suddenly grow a mouth and tell her.

"You're asking me? I'm the dude!" Demyx chewed on his lip, suddenly nervously.

Cyzarine looked back at him. "Do I look pregnant? I can't tell from this angle..." she sat back and waited for his answer.

Demyx shook his head, "Nope!" He sat next to her, "Is it a bad thing if you are?"

Cyzarine rested her head on his shoulder. "I...I'm not sure. I don't know if I'm ready for another one so soon..." she wrapped her arms round his waist in a hug.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens!" Demyx replied brightly, yanking Cyzarine into his lap.

Cyzarine squaked in surprise, then snuggled into him, giggling. "I love you."

"I love you too." Demyx kissed her forehead, "And nothing will change that, another baby or not."

Cyzarine smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for!" Demyx smiled, "So, what do you want to do now?"

Cyzarine shrugged happily. "I don't know. Get dressed?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Demyx lept up, then tripped and went flying, smacking his head on Rose's crib as he fell.

Cyzarine gasped and went to help Demyx, ignoring Rose's wailing at first.

So wear me like a locket round your throat: I’ll weigh you down and watch you choke.