Author's Note: What it do, y'all. What time is it? A) It's Adventure Time and 2) and most importantly, it's Solace Sequel Time! The Muses are at their best (meaning that I'm at my worst) and I joyfully discovered IPS Season 3 episodes in my OnDemand yesterday.

I'm gonna to push the much hyped Marshall Goes Apeshit fic to May (after the show finally starts up again…OMG, I can hardly wait!) and dedicate it to my recruited Beta because due to a very unfortunate turn of events, she was unable to help me. The fact that she volunteered still counts and once she rejoins us on FFN, she'll have her pick of lusty oneshot.

This is gonna pick up 2 months after the end of Solace (which I strongly recommend you read first in order to avoid some confusion) and this will be my typical M&M fare, chock full of sex, banter, and action.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

~*Excerpt from Ch. 22 of Solace *~

He led her out of the room and waited until they got into the elevator before saying it.

"You want a baby."

Mary grimaced slightly but replied, "Why not? If I have to have my body invaded for 9 months and push out a bowling ball with limbs, I'd rather it be with you. You'd balance out the Shannon DNA with useless trivia and geniusness."

Marshall smiled.

"All right. We'll nix the birth control."

"I…kinda already did. And…I may have put some inflated condoms in Stan's car. Nobody actually saw me do it but…"

Oh, man. If their kids were even half as crazy as she was, he'd be grey and addicted to Alka Seltzer by 50.

But, damn if it wouldn't be a hell of a lot of fun…

"Mare?" Marshall Mann panted.

"Unhn?"

"Are you okay?"

The loud, contented purr that his wife let out made him grin wolfishly as he kissed the nape of her neck. Mary Shannon-Mann had always been like a barely tamed panther and seeing her so relaxed was great.

Knowing she was in her blissful state because of his touch was excellent. She turned onto her side and brushed a curtain of blonde hair out of her eyes. She leaned into his touch and he tucked the flat sheet around her, giving her a makeshift nightgown against the cool air.

"You think we did it?" she rasped after a few minutes, resting her hand on her lower belly.

They had been actively trying for a baby for the last few weeks and while they weren't possessed, they were both eager for it to happen, especially Mary. It was a sign of growth. Not five years ago, the thought of being married and pregnant would've made her break out in hives…

"It'll happen when it happens, Mare. Patience is a virtue…"

"…that I never bothered cultivating! I want a mini Doofus kicking me in the bladder and making me into a crazed whale with a gun now!"

Marshall laughed and squeezed her hand, pressing a light kiss to the bruised knuckles. Their latest witness had tried to make a break for it and Mary ended up cold cocking the man into submission. He had fallen into his file cabinet so not only did Ralph have a shiner, he had a bump on the head that belonged in a Looney Tunes short. It was highly amusing to say the least and the resulting pink flush to her cheeks caused him to haul her into a supply closet to "get white-out".

"It's probably gonna be a girl. She'll be a little hellraiser like her Mom…", he mused.

"You'll be in the grave before 60 if that happens." she chuckled.

"It'll be worth it."