Author's Note:My second fanfiction! I'm concentrating more on The Robinson Family Tree, so this may not be updated as often, but still: read it! (:
Disclaimer: I do not own MTR; just the plot.
♫♫♫♫
Franny Robinson gazed out the window, a dreamy look on her face. Her hand rested gently on her stomach, and she smiled as the familiar sounds of her husband tinkering away in his vast laboratory floated through the hallways into her room.
Franny had never felt so happy in her life.
"Carl?" she called out. Almost immediately, a robot sidled into the room.
"Hello, Franny," Carl greeted the woman. "You called?"
"C-can you get Cornelius for me?" Franny queried. Nervousness suddenly coursed through her – what would Cornelius say?
Carl noticed the change in her expression. "Is everything … okay?"
Franny laughed softly and nodded reassuringly. Carl exited the room uncertainly to summon Franny's blonde, spiky haired, science geek husband.
A few moments later, Cornelius Robinson, Father of the Future, founder of Robinson Industries, burst in the room, looking more than slightly anxious.
"Are you okay, Franny? What happened? Are you hurt?" the man rushed to his wife's side.
"No, no," Franny told him. She squeezed Cornelius' hand and sighed. "I figured there was no point in putting it off …" Franny let her words trail off.
"What?" Cornelius asked again.
"I'm pregnant." As she said the words, Franny's face lit up as though a thousand sunbeams were shining through her face. Cornelius, dumbstruck, ogled at his wife for a few minutes.
"H-honey? Are you okay?" Franny, concerned, waved her hand in Cornelius' face. He continued to stare at her, shocked. Suddenly, he let out a loud whoop that reverberated around the entire Robinson Mansion. Franny jumped, startled.
"W … wow! This is … this is … fantastic!" Cornelius gasped delightedly. He seized his wife's hand and began to spin Franny around the room. "We're having a kid, Franny! A kid!" He laughed, disbelief still etched in his face. Franny was laughing too, at the shock and joy in Cornelius' face.
"What's going on?" inquired Gaston, eyeing his sister and brother-in-law as they waltzed around the room. Art showed up a moment later, with Bud, Lucille, Joe, Billie, Fritz, Petunia, Laszlo, Tallulah, Carl, and Lefty at his heels. (Spike and Dimitri were stuck in their pots – but had anyone thought to look out the window, they would have noticed the twins leaning as far as they could, trying to eavesdrop.)
"Franny's pregnant," Cornelius announced breathlessly. There was a moment of silence, but it was rapidly broken by the celebrating cheers, shrieks, and squeals (mostly from Lucille, Billie, and Tallulah) of the Robinson family. Franny and Cornelius' grins were by far the widest, Franny's radiating happiness.
Cornelius' gaze went down to Franny's stomach. Her hand was still positioned protectively on her stomach, as if already guarding the child inside. He smiled fondly, thinking of what a fantastic mother Franny was going to be.
