A.N: The time has finally come! I have had these Winx Club families running around in my head for a very long time now, it's seriously been years. Well, at least with this story, we get to see all the Winx girls pregnant, and their poor husbands trying to survive them. I'm not really sure what made me want to do this, I just started with this first one, and then I figured I might as well write a chapter for each couple. So, each one features a pregnant Winx, just dealing with the different aspects of pregnancy and family.

I'll tell you the kid's names and family info at the end of each chapter, and I'll also have the last names I've created for each family- AKA -the guys last names. Feel free to use them, both the guy's last names and the children's names. It might be insane- okay, I'm a 19-year-old Winx Club fanatic, I lost my mind years ago –but, I spent a good YEAR coming up with these names. It would make me oh so happy if you would use them for your Winx Club OC's as well. I don't mind sharing. : )


First up, Riven and Musa- Summary: A normal trip to the grocery store turns into a bit of an adventure and a possible night sleeping on the couch for Riven.

Musa sucked down her large cup of water as she strolled along through the grocery store, following Riven as he pushed the cart. She was almost done, and as she slurped the last of it, it made a loud, rather unattractive sound.

"Could you be any louder with that thing?" Riven grumbled.

Her navy blue eyes narrowed as she zeroed in on her husband. "Sorry if I'm a little thirsty, I am three months pregnant after all, I need to keep myself hydrated," she snapped back, unconsciously rubbing her ever swelling belly.

"Well, you still don't need to be so loud about it."

Rolling her eyes and deciding to drop it, Musa turned her attention to the food on the shelves. They were just passing by a rather tantalizing bag of salted pretzels. Her eyes lit up, "Oh, Riven! Pretzels!" She launched forward and grabbed the bag in her hands. Her stomach was already grumbling as the desire for the salty snack became unbearable. She turned to Riven, "We need these," and held up the bag for clarification.

"Okay," he waved his hand. "Throw it in the cart."

Smiling, she put them in on top of the cereal and canned soup. She snorted as she noticed a certain large blue box of cereal. "Really, Riven? Tiger Flakes?" she quirked an eyebrow at him. (1)

He frowned, "What? It's the best kind of cereal."

"Are you trying to compensate for lack of a proper childhood?" she smirked, joining him at his side.

"Maybe . . ." he muttered, looking away from her, suddenly very interested in the cheetoes on the shelf.

"Hey, Riven," she brought up a hand and gently turned his chin back towards her. "You know I was just joking."

He shrugged, "Yeah."

"Good," she nodded, "Because you can eat Tiger Flakes every morning for the rest of your life, if that makes you happy."

"It's better than throwing up every morning."

Now it was her turn to frown, "I think today was the first day that I haven't had my head in the toilet for a month." She groaned, "Ugh, morning sickness sucks."

"And with twins, it's probably even worse," he sighed.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Musa agreed, rubbing her belly again, moving her hand in small circles. Suddenly, she felt something move against her palm, from inside her stomach. She gasped, eyes going wide with surprise.

"Musa? Musa, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Riven asked, his heart squeezing in panic.

"Riven . . ." she breathed, and then looked up at him, "One of the babies just moved."


"Feel it," she grabbed his hand and put it where her's had been over her stomach. "Right . . . there!" she said, feeling a small kick tug against her skin, it moving under Riven's palm.

He gasped, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, "Wow . . ." he said, also shocked. He took his hand away. "That's amazing, Musa."

"I know, it's like they're boxing around in there or something," she giggled, smiling brightly.

He smiled back, "You think it's the boy, or the girl?"

"I have no idea."

"I bet you my boy will come out a fighter, he'll be the best Red Fountain Knight there is." He smirked, smug, "Well, after me of course."

"Jeez, Riven," Musa rolled her eyes, "They aren't even born yet, and you're already planning out their entire lives. You know, overbearing parents who expect too much of their kids usually have problems in the teen years, they will rebel."

"And what, you haven't been hoping our daughter won't come out singing?"

"Well . . ." she bit her lip, eyes shifting to the ground.

"And weren't we pretty bad rebels, when we were teens? Who's to say our kids won't do the exact same thing?"

Musa's face suddenly became hard, and she fixed on him a determined glare. "Our children will be different than us, they'll always have the both of us in their lives, and we will always be there for them." A few tears gathered in her eyes, "We . . . we have to . . . we can never . . ." her voice warbled and faltered.

Riven immediately softened, taking her in his arms for a comforting hug. "I know, Musa, I know," he said.

She sniffed, burrowing her head into his chest. "I'm sorry, it's just the hormones."

He smiled lightly, "It's fine, Musa."

After a few minutes, Musa had a better handle on her emotions and she stepped out of his arms, though she was still sniffling. Riven turned to the cart and rummaged around, trying to find the box of tissues. Once he had it, he opened it up, and then offered her one.

She gave off a small laugh, reaching for the box, "Thanks."

As she blew her nose, Riven put the box back in the cart and then started his way once again down the aisle. He reached out for her hand, to which she gladly accepted.

They turned down the next aisle and Musa was happy to discover the candy section staring them dead in the face, as they happened right upon it as soon as they came around the corner. "Mmm, chocolate," she said, running over to the Hershey bars. "Ooo, special dark chocolate," she repeated, getting three large bars of it.

"If you like chocolate and pretzels so much, than why don't you just get a huge box of chocolate covered pretzels?" Riven asked, as she turned back around to him.

"Because, they don't make dark chocolate covered pretzels, Riven," she said, throwing the candy in the cart.

"Oh, well if only someone had thought of that," he rolled his eyes.
"Then all of my problems would be solved," she smirked.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I guess. Those things would even cure you're morning sickness."

"Exactly!" she enthused. "The world would be a much better place for pregnant women, if only for dark chocolate pretzels." She sucked on her straw, only to remember that her cup was empty as all she got was cold air, making her tongue dry.

She shook the ice around in the cup, "I'm going to refill this."

Riven nodded.

She brushed past him, heading for the water fountain outside the bathrooms. He watched her walk away, craning his neck to see around the corner and admiring her legs in those skinny jeans. For even though she was three months pregnant, they were still quite a site to behold.

His lips curled up into a half smile, and he was just about to turn away, when he noticed that she was about to walk right into a large puddle of water. There was a yellow hazard slip sign, but she didn't notice it, eyes set ahead on the water fountain.

"Musa!" he called. Damn! She was going to step right in it, and if she slipped . . .

"What?" she turned around, spinning on her heel- and then losing her balance. She was smack in the middle of the puddle. "Whoa!" she flailed her arms wildly, trying to regain her footing, but it was completely lost as the drink flew from her hand. Before she knew it the wet floor was quickly coming up to meet her, so she thrust her arms out, hoping to brace her fall- the babies were the only thing on her mind.

Then a strong pair of arms caught her and gripped her tight. "Riven?" she hadn't even realized she'd closed her eyes.

"Musa, are you okay?" he quickly asked, before swinging her swiftly up into his arms, cradling her to his chest. Then turning his back on the puddle, he set her feet back down on a safe, dry part of the floor.

"Hey, you alright?" he repeated, brushing back some of her long hair from her face, and looking into her eyes. He was completely panic stricken, his dark purple eyes wide with fear and concern.

She sighed, relieved, she was safe and the babies were fine. "I'm okay, Riven," she took his hand from her head, as he continued to smooth down her hair. She held it tight, beaming at him. "Thank you Riven, you saved me and our children."

"Heh . . . well, I don't our son coming out with a pin-head."

"Riven!" she scolded, dropping his hand.

"What? It's a valid concern."

Musa frowned, none too amused. She turned and looked at the puddle instead, noting her spilled drink. The top had popped off and melting cubes of ice were sprawled all around, adding to the dangerous body of water. "You owe me a new drink," she snapped, turning sharply on her heel and heading for the cart.

"I save you, and our unborn children, and this is the thanks I get?"

"Yup," Musa pushed the cart forward, as he hurried after her.

"C'mon, Musa."

"Hmm," she ignored him, pretending to think. "I think I want a coke, doesn't that sound good?"

"But, the doctor said caffeine probably wasn't the best thing for you right now, and you should avoid soda."

"Riven, I want a coke, now." She stared him down, watching as his eyes shifted around, he was both thinking and avoiding her gaze. He was trying to assess just how much trouble he'd be in if he refused her.

"I'm still waiting . . ."

. . . And nothing, he stood there with his arms crossed, just as determined as she was to win this argument. She sighed, "You know, if you ever want to see these kids, you're going to need to get me a coke," she finalized. She was joking of course, but it at least let him know that she was serious. There was no way she was backing down.

He relented, "Really, Musa?"


"Fine," he grumbled, "We'll grab a drink on our way to check out."

She smiled triumphantly, "Thank-you, Riven," she said sweetly.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved her off.

But he couldn't ignore her when she grabbed his hand and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Really, thank you," she said as she pulled back. Her navy blue eyes were glittering with immense gratitude as she looked up at him.

He smiled back at her, "You're welcome, Musa." He knew that it was for much more than just the coke.

A.N: 1) Tiger Flakes, the equivalent of Frosted Flakes. As a kid, my Mom never let us have sugary cereals, such as the afore mentioned, Trix, Apple Jacks, Fruity Pebbles, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, all the good stuff. I grew up on Honey Nut Cheerios and Chex. So, I figure Frosted Flakes is a pretty good compensation for a horrid childhood for Riven, or rather Tiger Flakes.

-Musa is having twins, a boy and a girl. They name the girl, Melody Roxanne Grayson and the boy is Ryder Davis Grayson.