A quick (and re-uploaded) Tweebecca drabble. I hope you like! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park; it rightfully belongs to Trey Parker & Matt Stone!
Pregnant Princess
He never knew that a paint job could be so relaxing. It brought him to his happy place and found it to be happier than ever. Of course, that could just be his marriage and princess talking. Princess. Indeed, he married a princess. She was not a portrait drawn by Glen Keane or written to be a damsel in a storybook, but when Tweek saw such kindness and generosity in his wife, he liked to think of her as a princess. And that meant only one thing; he was her knight in twitchy armor… or maybe that a simple peasant that people treated like the village lunatic on a daily basis, he didn't know. That was up to Rebecca Cots—err, Rebecca Tweak to decide.
He stopped momentarily and glanced over his shoulder; a smile found a way to his face when he saw her in the doorway. Her delicate hands were wrapped around a mug of coffee, her fingers tinted with a light pink but warm. With a tic and a whiff of the fresh cup, Tweek dropped the rusty roller into the pan and went to her. She was wearing her green turtleneck, like every other lazy Sunday—Tweek's favorite. He watched her smooth out her long skirt—she was a modest one, Rebecca—and wipe a curly lock of brown hair away from her face. Her chestnut colored eyes seemed excited, yet anxious.
"I… I thought you'd like… um, no… what I mean to say is, g-good morning, darling… you sure are up early…"
The expression on Tweek's face was beyond priceless when Rebecca stumbled timidly over her words, having no certain desire to make a fool of herself in front of her husband. She was the most adorable woman on the planet and he felt like he was the luckiest guy in the whole universe.
The young man calmed her by kissing her lips. Rebecca twitched in response, but managed to a moan of joy to escape from within her. Her cheeks reddened as Tweek took the mug, saying,
"You're so cute. Why d'ya gotta be so cute, 'Becca?"
Rebecca gasped. She twiddled her thumbs and looked to the floor, desperate to respond, but was left to be oblivious of her husband's teasing. She finally relaxed when Tweek set down the coffee mug and took one of her hands and entangled their fingers. He sighed into her hair and jittered faintly, letting the other rub Rebecca's plump stomach. Tweek took in her scent and hummed. They stayed like that for several minutes, standing in the center of a baby nursery that reeked with fresh paint as though they were frozen in time.
"My little pregnant princess," whispered Tweek lovingly.
He cracked a twitch, followed by a wide smile of teeth when he saw the love of his life being transformed into a tomato before his very eyes.