...with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me

I was an Ella-expert.

I knew when she was sad, I knew when she was angry or annoyed. I could tell you exactly what she was thinking at every moment of every day. I was an Ella-expert.

Yet I could not comprehend what was wrong with my Medusa recently.

It was pushing me over to the brink of insanity, my mind was about to explode over the fact that I could not pin point what is wrong with my Ella.

Two nights ago she had rejected my cuddles, to which I almost lost my mind over, yet refrained due to the lost look on her face.

She is my wife. My Medusa. My everything. Yet I could not tell what was wrong with her.

I sit alone, surrounded by the greenness of our home, yet I still longed for my little green-haired goddess to be in my arms.

I wish that I could beg her to tell me what is wrong, I wish that I could fix whatever is wrong with her, yet it was impossible, since she herself was not even aware.

I opened my phone, heading straight to my contact list and scrolling through until I came across Lana's number, which, to be clear, was for Ella-related emergencies only.

The metal of my phone vibrated as I rang her, my patience wearing thin at the fact that she did not pick up straight away.

I wait a few moments longer, but glare at my phone when the monotone voice of her automated answering machine calls out.

My thumb presses on her contact again, this time with my body radiating with frustration. The metal vibrates again, although this time I am not met with the voice of her answering machine.

"What the fuck do you want, Stone?" A breathless Lana groans through the phone.

"I need your help." I grumble out to the girl who I only tolerate for the happiness of my little green-haired wife.

"Where is Ella?" She asks, seemingly just as frustrated as me that we are speaking to one another.

I would do anything for Ella's happiness, things that many would find disturbing, hence why I am speaking to Drizella's blonde-haired friend who is a pain in my ass.

"She is at work." I say, hating the fact that I am not with her.

"Okay," she drags out, "then what's up?"

"She is not herself. I do not know what is wrong with her and it is driving me insane." I sigh, watching as the wooden pencil in my hand crumbles beneath my absentminded touch.

"Is it her period? She can be a real bitch when it's her period."

"No. Her period was..."

I grow silent as my words trail off, the wonder that she had not gotten her period last week suddenly dawning upon me.

"Stone?" Lana questions my silence.

"Is it normal for girls to miss their period?" I grumble, my voice laced with my seriousness at the possibility that my Medusa could be unwell.

"Um. I mean I guess yeah it's pretty normal, except for when it's months upon months."

"What can I do to make her feel better?" I huff, my body now inching closer over the cliff of insanity.

"You know her better than she knows herself, Stone. Don't stress about it and just do what you know will make her happy."

I instantly knew what I could do, it was something that never failed to make her weird and wonderful self beam with happiness and was something that I only had a limited time to put together.

"Okay." I mutter, pretending that I am not grateful for Lana's help, since the last thing I would wish to do was heighten her ego. "Bye."

I do not give her chance to reply, simply hanging up and placing the metal rectangle into my back pocket incase of the possibility that Drizella calls me.

Over time I had learnt not to be so careless with my phone, since it was the only connection I had to my wife during the time that she was not in my arms.

I needed her in my arms desperately, not a day went by where I did not long to have her smushed against my chest twenty-four/seven.

And I knew that what my plan entailed was to have her in that very position, which, to me, was the greatest plan of them all.

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I grinned to myself in accomplishment at the sight of our couch, which was now filled with all her favourite blankets and pillows, including the green comforter from our bed.

A tray was perched at the side of the couch, which held fourteen individual dishes, each filled with every one of her favourite snacks.

I switched off the lights and began lighting all the candles, trying my very best not to destroy everything in my path.

Just as I returned from putting the matches away, the sound of our green front door opening grasped my undivided attention.

I instantly rushed toward the hall, my heart crushing and dropping to the pits of my stomach at the sight of Drizzella with a lost look on her face.

Her eyes looked slightly worried as she closed the door behind her, a brown paper bag in her other hand which she held onto with a vice grip.

"Medusa baby, what is wrong?" I question desperately, rushing over to her still figure.

She latches onto me instantly, my heart shattering into a trillion pieces as she sobs into my chest.

My jaw grows so tight that it is on the brink of imploding into multiple little pieces, the feeling of my shirt growing wetter causing me to hold her impossibly tighter to me.

I beg her to stop crying, since my heart cannot physically take seeing her even the slightest bit upset.

It turns me into a madman, which Ella tells me I already am and that I had passed that stage many years ago. I do not ever disagree with her, since every part of me belongs to Drizella Stone and Drizella Stone only, for the rest of eternity. The thought of anything otherwise would kill me, literally.

"What is in that bag?" I question, since she seems to have the same hold on the brown paper bag that I have on her whenever she so much as steps into my presence, as if she never wants to let go.

She rests her forehead against the beginning of my chest, just below the place where her short self reaches and exactly where the heart that will only ever beat for her lies.

"Nothing." She grumbles into me, holding me like she does not want to ever let go. And, although I wish that she would not, I desperately needed to know what is wrong with her

"Drizella Stone, tell me what is wrong." I demand sternly, pulling her head gently off my chest so that I can meet her warm brown eyes.

She looks up at me and I swear beneath my breath, the sight of her large brown doe eyes red with sadness making my heart clench beneath my ribcage.

I run my fingers through her soft fairytale-green hair as I await the revelation of what has been heavy on her mind these past few days.

"Promise not to go insane?" She whispers, as though telling me a secret.

"I cannot promise anything when it comes to you, Ella, now who the fuck do I need t—"

"Stone." She groans, hitting my chest in an action that felt like a slight tap. "Promise me."

I comply to her request, since no other thing in the universe would stop me from being the one to bring her happiness, even if that meant me uttering a promise that I could not guarantee I could keep.

"I promise." I grumble, tilting her head up so that I can kiss her red rosy cheeks.

She brings the wondrous brown paper bag into my view, with me watching over her intently as she dives her hand into it to reveal what she had been keeping to herself from the moment her green-haired self wandered inside.

My eyes soften and my jaw goes slack at the sight before me.

A pregnancy test.

A small little package with the lettering of the test's brand engraved in blue writing. A small little package that I wanted to frame and keep forever.

"W-What?" I stumble upon my words as I breathe out my shock, my hands instantly cupping her small stomach over the black shirt she is wearing.

"I mean I'm not one hundred percent certain, but I have a pretty strong fe—"

I do not let her finish, I pick my wife up and smash my lips onto hers, smiling into the kiss as I feel her lips curl up into a great big smile.

"We are going to that bathroom right fucking now." I grumble, grabbing the box off her and rushing to the small green bathroom off the hall.

I plonk her tiny self onto the toilet, handing her the box as I utter to her; "Pee on the stick."

"Stone!" She exclaims with a smile, her brown eyes wide as she looks up at my towering figure. "That's so gross!"

"It is not gross, I want to know if my little wife is knocked up. After all, I have been practicing for quite some time."

"Lurch, do not be so crude." She grumbles, although I smirk at the fact that her face flushes a bright shade of pink.

My eyes grow soft at the sight of my green-haired goddess who is very likely to be carrying our own little baby in her stomach.

"Stone." She deadpans, snapping my mind out of the realisation that my life is more than I ever thought it could be.

"A bit of privacy? Please?"

"No." I grumble back instantaneously, confused as to why on earth I would leave her at this moment.

"Then turn around, please?" She begs of me, even though I had seen and kissed every inch of her body.

She had nothing to hide from me, yet I still found my prodigious self turning around so that she could be more comfortable.

It does not take long until the flush of the toilet sounds within the small room of the green bathroom, a nervous-looking Ella walking over to the counter and placing the stick onto the marble.

"You know I love you, right?" I ask her, tilting her head up to look at me so that she did not worry herself to the point of insanity.

"I don't think there is a single thing more clear than your love for me, Stone." She smiles up at me, her bright green hair shining onto the skin of my hands.

There had been many times where I did not want to wash off the green hair-dye that I applied into Ella's hair, I wanted to colour to dye my skin and to be forever embedded into me. But Ella did not like that idea, and I always do what Ella says.

"So then you know that whatever the result, my love for you will never change?"

"Not even if I'm carrying our baby in here?" She questions, poking her stomach.

"I will love you even more than physically possible when that day comes."

"Well," she says, picking up the white and pink stick, "I guess that day has come."

My eyes are wide again and my heart expands to triple the size at the sight of the bold lettering on the tiny window.

Pregnant.

Back at the pier all those years ago, Drizella Stone had unknowingly given me a reason to live at the very moment I felt like I had nothing.

The love of my life. The only woman for me. And now soon to be the mother of my children.

I could not help the tears and sob that escaped me, my love for Drizella Stone expanding to a point of no return.

I hold her impossibly close to me, the both of us crying with one another at the feeling that I could not possibly explain.

"There's a baby in there!" She squeals with tears running down her damp cheeks, holding up her shirt so that her stomach is bare before my eyes.

I instantly drop to my knees, having to crouch down even further so that I can press my lips to the skin of her stomach.

My hands rest on the flatness of her belly, the size of my inked hands engulfing the entire space of her small stomach.

"I love you, Lurch." She says softly, looking down at me as I place a million small kisses to her soft skin.

"I love you, Medusa baby."

I find her lips again as I rise back up to my height, cupping her small face into my large hands and kissing her with a sudden grown love and admiration.

She breaks away, looking up at me loving as I stroke the defined line of her cheekbones.

A moment that could not be compared to any other. A moment that I wished to frame forever.

"What's that smell?"

Shit, the candles.

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a/n  okay so I'm not quite sure that Stone's possessiveness comes across in the same way it does in FG, but I still hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!