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Mia is sitting in a booth with Cepheus snuggled next to her. Ever since she and Draco have started telling people they're expecting another baby, Cepheus has been reluctant to leave either of his parents alone.

Perhaps he's trying to change their minds?

He's not the only one surprised by the news. When Mia told her council, some of them raised their eyebrows and one of them even made mention that they "didn't know Majesty Mia was that way" and that it was ridiculous for them to be worried about the time before Cepheus was born. Mia just rolled her eyes along with Nash, who has long since learned that the Guildmaster is just another person.

She's enjoying some downtime in Milliways to be privately excited about the matter. She's wondered if it's just her imagination but some of her clothes are already starting to feel tighter. In any case, it's just made her all the happier.

Mia listens as Cepheus talks and occasionally sings to her. But mostly the child is just burrowed close to his mother.

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"My parental unit made it clear early on that his love was conditional."

His tone is just matter of fact about this, really. He doesn't mourn the man all that much. Maybe a little, occasionally, but it's all too fleeting in the end.

"Dependent on my usefulness to him in any given situation."

The fact that the term he uses is parental unit makes Mia unhappy.

"Kaworu, your 'parental unit' was lying to you. He used the idea of love as a tool, a carrot on a stick. Love is a gift, not something to be earned."

That may be the entire problem. Kaworu grew far too accustomed to carrots on a stick.

"Then how do you know it's true?"

"Love has a way of showing itself. Loving acts are the acts that give of one's self and expect nothing in return."

She gives him a kiss on his temple, the hand on her child's back still idly patting him.

"Kiiiiss," Cepheus whines again, jealous.

"You can have kisses, too," Mia says, giving him a few more. "I'm not going to run out anytime soon."

Kaworu is not used to such gestures and he can't help but smile for a moment. "Thank you," he says, because he is not sure what else to say but he feels that he ought to express gratitude.

Except a word does not match nearly enough and he will have to think of a better way later.