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Senior Member
Join Date: May 2010
Location: forge-world Moscow 1
Age: 37
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Originally Posted by Tempy
I blame Nanya for this one.
Shockingly, no OCs, but full of canon characters.
Spoiler for Surprise:
Uncharacteristic of her, the sight of Hayate’s wonderful home cooking somehow nauseated the
stoic and taciturn knight. She tried her best, however, to stifle the queasy feelings and stuff the
delicious food down her throat. These strange feelings had been welling up within her for a few
days now, and only by sheer force of will had Signum been able to hide her discomfort.
“Signum, is something wrong? You’re rather quiet tonight,” Hayate looked over worriedly.
Damn her beloved mistress! She was too sharp!
“Isn’t she always quiet? I’ve never known Signum to be the chatty type,” Vita cut in, much to
Signum’s secret relief.
“Worry not, mistress,” the Knight gave Hayate a reassuring smile. “I am just thinking of a case I
am working on. There are some details that are unclear to me, and I’ve been pondering them.”
“Oh, alright,” the Kansai girl nodded in acceptance before gesturing with her hand. “But if you
need any help, don’t be afraid to ask, okay?”
“Of course, mistress. It is not a weakness to ask for help,” Signum returned the smile and went
back to her meal. She still didn’t feel much better, but at least she could hide it a bit longer…
And by a bit longer, she meant the next morning, where instead of performing her usual morning
rites, Signum was busy praying to the porcelain god. Dry heaves and dizzying nausea brought
about the concerned attentions of the entire Yagami-ke, much to Signum’s growing worry. What
could possibly be wrong with her? A strange disease? Was her body finally falling apart from all
the strain? …Was she dying because of the book…?
With a fresh wave of nausea hitting her, Signum barely registered being hauled off to the medical
facility. A doctor friend of Shamal’s took charge (as a policy prevented Shamal from doing so);
blood samples and various scans checked her health and vital signs. To their collective relief, a
diagnosis was made far sooner than expected.
“Alright, First Lieutenant, you and your family may want to be sitting for this,” the doctor
explained, looking over a sheet on Signum’s chart.
“Why? Is something wrong? Just tell us straight up, please!” the worry was grinding at Hayate’s
gut.
“It’s nothing serious,” he said at first before correcting himself. “Or rather, it’s nothing dangerous.
The First Lieutenant is healthy and perfectly fine! It’s what’s going on inside her that’s making her
feel so bad in the morning.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Hmm, well…” the doctor paused, thinking of the words to say. Eventually, he just shrugged,
“Congratulations, First Lieutenant. You are six weeks pregnant.”
“Oh, is that all? That’s not as bad as I—WAIT WHAT SHE’S PREGNANT?” Hayate
Yagami’s voice hitched up as the full understanding of the situation sank into her brain. Signum.
Pregnant. What.
The doctor coughed politely as he stood up, “You may want to start seeing a prenatal specialist.
Other than that, you’re in the clear. I’ll just excuse myself…”
He slipped out quietly, leaving the rest of the Yagami family to take in the fallout. The
Wolkenritter’s mistress was first to recover from her shock.
“Signum, I understand it is your choice, and it is perfectly acceptable to have a healthy sex life,
but what are you thinking, getting pregnant like that? Are you even ready to have a child?!”
Hayate was neither angry nor disappointed, but she could not hide the incredulousness from her
voice.
“I-I… I did not even think I could get pregnant,” Signum admitted, unable to look at her mistress
in the eyes. “I had the same biological processes, but to think a program such as me could even
conceive a child…”
It was an exceedingly rare sight, possibly the first time Hayate had ever seen it, but Signum
suddenly seemed so lost and confused, yet seized by a sense of wonderment and… utter joy.
“It’s… a miracle,” she whispered, hand over her belly. Life was growing here, a life she never
believed possible…
Hayate could feel the astonishment bleed out from her, unable to stay at all upset with her family.
Quietly, she slipped her arms around Signum and hugged her gently.
“Congratulations, Signum. You have a legacy, now, but are you sure you are ready for this?
Raising a kid isn’t anything like training boots, you know?”
“I… I believe I am,” the Knight of the Sword replied, her hand still over her belly. “I have never
felt so… so certain before. I want this child…!”
Hayate could only hug Signum closer.
“Signum, congratulations!” Shamal soon joined in on the group hug, soon followed by the smaller
Vita and her own words of praise.
“Indeed, congratulations,” Zafira gave his quiet support.
They stayed like this for a while, basking in the collective glow of bliss. Slowly, they pulled apart,
still smiling and dizzy with excitement.
Of course, Vita had to ask, “So, who’s the dad?”
Suddenly, Signum felt something sink into her stomach, “The father…”
“Oh, duh! How could we forget to ask?!” Hayate slapped a hand to her forehead. “Do we
know him?”
“Is it Vice? Dammit, please don’t let it be Vice…” Vita muttered, going over the possible pairs,
“Verossa? I’mma kill him if it’s him!”
“Can’t be Yuuno,” Shamal murmured, “The others would annihilate him with excessive
befriending.”
“Who else could it be? Griffith? Genya?” They went a little cross-eyed at that suggestion.
At last, Signum spoke up, “It… it was during an extended training session. He was learning very
quickly and managed to get in a good strike, but it shredded my top. With the two of us alone,
we did not have to worry too much about propriety. One thing lead to another and…”
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Far, far away, upon the fertile lands of TSAB-administrated world #61 (also known as Supools),
a young man settled down after a long day’s hard work.
Waving as his coworkers flew by, Erio Mondial was pleasantly surprised to see a message
coming in for him, very recently sent.
It was just a simple message, with Vita delivering it, “Signum is pregnant. You’re the father.
Prepare yourself.”
The message ended with Graf Eisen loading a cartridge with a frighteningly loud ka-CHAK .
Oh.
…Well, shit.
At least he had a head start. Time to start running.
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Well, the baby`s father always has a certain skill in... "stabbing" 
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