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Kettil's hand was covered by her other one, and Freya pressed her cheek down on the pumpkin, listening for - well, there was nothing to actually hear, because it really was just a pumpkin for now. But she listened, regardless. Because it was their pumpkin.

"It's so perfect." She whispered in awe, breathing in deep and taking in it's pumpkiny smell. Just right. "Is it the same colors as yehrs was? Are yeh in there little tiny Kettil and Freya scareling?" She turned and kissed the pumpkin on its skin.

Then she put her hands underneath it, and tried to lift it, comically failing - as it was a nice, big pumpkin - and she was unprepared for it's weight. "Come.. on.. we has teh.. takes yeh.. home..!"

She might strain her back, at this rate.

"JA!" Freya's memory of taking care of pumpkins was still very strong - but it was Hel's pumpkin specifically that she'd remembered the most. "We takes it home and we puts our Fear into it together, a little bit at a time. Did yeh takes Miss Crickets class on the subject? I did, and I was there for all my little sisters pumpkins. I knows just what teh duu."

Kettil had most of the work of picking the pumpkin up, but she tried her hardest to help, carrying it out of the pumpkin patch with him. The patch keeper nodded his blessing once they passed him with it; he was more than used to seeing happy, bubbly families coming out with the perfect pumpkin.

"THANKS MISTER!" Freya screamed out at him, and he put his finger to his lips, reminding her how important it was to be quiet around the pumpkin. She winced and mouthed the words out, and he waved her away in amusement.

"AAAAAAAAAAAACHHHHHHH." As much as Kettil was doing most of the work, Freya still felt sore and exhausted from attempting to help carry the pumpkin all the way inside. Once they were in the apartment, however, they carried the pumpkin into the room that they'd decorated just for their little scareling, and she instructed him to settle the pumpkin into the crib.

"Yeh see, when its born, it will smells pumpkin and feels at home!" She explained, as she patted the pumpkin and slowly covered it with a blanket. Then she fell down to the floor, and tried to catch her breath.

"SO TIRED!"

Nap? A nap sounded lovel- "NO!" Freya remained on the floor, but her entire body seizured from the sudden need to do something that wasn't a nap. "No, we has teh starts sharing our Fear into the pumpkin now, because it just got disconnected from the patch, it is delicate and it needs an immediate Fear transfusions! We has teh does it now, Hooter, we starts our baby! Here, helps me up."

She held both of her hands out for him.

She flew up to her feet when he pulled, light enough to have been an inch off the ground before she stood up and leaned over the opposite side of the crib as him. She took the blanket off of the top of the pumpkin, and coo'd at the sight of it once more. It was so perfect, so perfect! She placed both of her hands on its skin, feeling it under her touch, and took on a Super Serious face.

Her eyes flickered up to Kettil. "Yeh ready?"

"Okays!" Freya took his word for it, and closed her eyes. With zenlike process, she focused on her core, her essence, right in the middle of her. She let it spread out, up into her arms, and started to imagine pouring it right into the pumpkin. Wherever her Fear moved, she felt warm and fuzzy, and when she opened her eyes, her hands were glowing just like they were whenever she made a pin. This time, however, she could tell it was much more of her being sacrificed.

She heard - felt? - experienced the loss of something inside of her, but she knew it wasn't irreplaceable. She was giving it to her scareling, giving a piece of herself over to be molded and shifted into a tiny little Fear core of its own.

Voices from every person of importance floated freely in her mind. Every trial, every life changing moment, every hurdle overcome to get to this.. she felt a tiny piece of all of them travel with her Fear. They were, all of them, what made her her.

And now it would all be a tiny piece of what made their child, himself. Or herself.

All of that creative energy flowed inside of the pumpkin, glowing as it passed through the skin, until it disappeared deep within.

Inside of the pumpkin, where they couldn't see, the Fears of two completely different Reapers began to mingle, twisting and turning and feeding on the pumpkin itself until there was enough raw material to start something completely miraculous. A tiny little flicker, a flame, a core, completely unique and yet a part of them both. Their Fear continued to feed into the core, but now it was a tiny little thing feeding off of them, and not just some empty vegetable. There was a thrum of life within, something all its own.

"Hooter!" Freya whispered, her chest rising and falling with the weight of how important the moment was, coupled with her growing exhaustion. "Did yeh feels that? Is like a little heartbeat.."

It was too much for her. Still smiling, Freya's Fear stream began to fade, because she was starting to pass out. She swayed, her body preparing to fall.