A/N: I do not own Meet the Robinsons. Disney does. I watched this movie a long time before it premiered on Disney, and my reasons for watching it on on-demand during Hurricane Gustav is easy-Fran Robinson and her singing frogs troupe. Dang, do I love those singing frogs.
I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for the briefness!!
P.S. Thanks SM13 you're words of advice and encouragment are always appreciated. Opinions too!!
When the strip came out blue…
The rain was pounding furiously on the windows; drips of water trailing down as fast as Billie's toy train set. Thunder roared and lighting thrashed throughout the night, and as everyone in the Robinson household slept peacefully in their bedrooms. All were snoring softly or in some cases, particularly the latest inhabitant Art, loud snoring, but all was peaceful, all was still in the home of the Robinsons.
Yet, on the top floor, on this stormy and loud night a young couple and their two year old son could not sleep as they pleased.
"Franny, is it finished yet?" Lewis, who at this point in his life was now called Cornelius, struggled to spurt out as he cradled his two year old son into a comfortable lullaby. The puffy eyed, red cheeked two year old hiccupped as his father gently cradled him in his strong arms, feeling the world around him come into place as the thunder and lighting began to fade away from his ear shot.
Breathing in deeply, her brown eyes staring hard at the white, plastic device in her grasp, she almost didn't hear her husband's question, "No, it hasn't." Letting a visible shiver go through her she went on, "Lewis, do you even think it's possible. We've been using the pill and we've been very careful at what times we've been doing it."
"It doesn't cancel out the possibility," he cut her off short, "do you remember the anniversary party, garage, and champagne, did you take your pill then?"
Fran blushed at her husband who was sitting on the bathroom floor with a nonchalant expression on his face. He had successfully cradled Wilbur back into slumber; he was sleeping soundly on his father's chest, the sound of his heartbeat pacifying him for the rest of the night.
With all honesty, she hated this.
Pregnancy wasn't something she despised or detested; it wasn't something she dreaded or hope would end soon. No, pregnancy was something she found herself fearing and concerned over. Even with Wilbur when she delicately opened the cardboard package and carefully read the instructions over she felt a knot twisting inside her stomach. That time she had flown solo, which she preferred, and had gone to a local diner and used the ladies restroom for the past ten minutes.
Two minutes to force the pee out, one minute to balance it enough that it didn't drown the swab, three minutes for the stupid little booger to reveal itself, and four minutes for her to let it sink in.
In reality, it had taken her four hours before she returned home to Lewis.
Later on it had taken her four days to tell Lewis she was pregnant.
It had taken four weeks, two hours, 45 minutes, and ten seconds before they had resolved the giant argument that transpired when she finally gathered the nerve to tell him.
"Franny I understand that you were afraid, I am too," he breathed into her neck, "but you can't keep those kinds of things away from me."
He held her close in her arms, breathing in her scent, making note how slightly different it was from all the other times he held so intimately. She must have used a new shampoo, her hair smelled of lavender rather than its regular tropical scent. His arms wrapped around her in a manner that registered to the brain as securing, but in truth Lewis held his young wife as a restraint.
Fran didn't look up at him. It felt as if her body was melting into his, if it was possible that is. His steady heartbeat brought her peace, the warm thump-thump of the vital organ made her eyes heavy and without thinking, "I believe the baby would enjoy listening to your heart."
Lewis cocked his head to the side, "Do you really believe that?"
Fran looked up at him and nodded, "Yes, yes I do." She traced circles on his bare chest, "The heartbeat is probably the most peaceful music in the world."
"I can't believe you said that," he chuckled, "more peaceful than a frog's singing?"
"A frog's singing is rhythmic; it stems from the soul," she kissed his nose, "you silly boy."
"So, what's the heart?"
Their lips brushed against each other, "The heartbeat comes from the heart. The natural rhythm of the sound is beautiful and comforting."
Lewis leaned deeper into the bed sheets, his scientific brain racking up the philosophic statement his wife just told him. It was sometimes difficult for a man of his nature to understand what came out of his wife's mouth, but he would just go with it and reply with, "You're right." Instead, he maneuvered his hands away from her waist and traveled downwards to her abdomen, placing a warm hand on where the tiny embryo was serenely placed, awaiting his or her time of arrival.
Fran moved her lean frame onto the mattress, so Lewis was now on top instead underneath.
"I'm going to be a daddy," resting his head right beside her abdomen, hoping to hear some sort of movement.
Fran laughed at him, "There's only a tiny egg down there, honey."
He kissed the spot where his future child rested, "I know, but still there is someone in there. Isn't that the beauty of it?"
Lying on a feather pillow, Fran closed her eyes and pretended not to hear him. The beauty of it, she really couldn't say at the time. The steady pounding of another life's heart inside her and the casual kicks, it all frightened her.
Opening her eyes upwards to a white ceiling, Fran allowed a small curve of a smile to spread across her features.
"Yeah, I guess so."
When the strip came out blue, Lewis and Fran curled up together on the floor of the bathroom. The storm continued to rage on, the thunder roaring and the lighting striking, but Wilbur slept on, his father's heaving chest bringing comfort to the toddler while his parents stared at the tiny, white plastic device in shock.
It came out blue.
A tiny blue cross indicating what the two of them both feared and loved.
"I wonder if it's a boy or a girl." Franny chuckled nervously as she raised the test into the light for a better view. "I guess having another boy wouldn't hurt after all."
Lewis smirked, "What about a girl? I think Wilbur would need a little sister."
Taking a seat beside her husband and son, Franny punched Lewis jokingly in the arm, "Trust me Lewis, I am a little sister, I know what they can and will do to their older brothers."
Lewis glanced down at his son, "Maybe you're right."
"Aren't I always?" She laughed heartily, "Don't worry love; I'm positive whether if it's a boy or a girl that Wilbur will be just fine."
The couple took one final look at their beautiful babe. Sleeping peacefully in his father's strong grasp Wilbur was completely oblivious to what was going on around him. He wasn't aware that the life he had known previously was about to change dramatically.
But it isn't it like always like that when a new baby is on the way?
Lewis smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I think he'll be just fine. Won't you Wilbur?"
They could have sworn they saw the toddler's face light up as the storm began to fade back from where it came from.
A/N: ...Do not shoot me. This is actually the prototype of Baby and Me found in my other jump drive. I read over it, "Where have you been all this time!" After reading it, I started another chapter, and then another. I expanded on this story so much, I decided to continue it for the sake of it. I was having fun with the story, and although Baby and Me will remain here for the time being (comparison issue) this will be my new project. For those who have read Baby and Me, I do apologize I did not mean for this happen, it just did. I'll try my best with my updates; time is never on my side. Moving on...
Two things: 1. I know there are stories out there with Wilbur having a sibling. 2. I know most people hate ocs. I believe this plot bunny has a lot of potential and appeal if done right. Hopefully, I can do it right. Also, this is more of an expnansion of the Meet the Robinson world, sort of. Other family members stories will be told, one way or another in this tale. The baby is part of the plot, but I'm going to stray away for fun's sake. I'll hope you all have fun!!
For the record I, more than half, know where this story is heading. I have it planned out in my head; just need to get it down on paper. So, I will truly appreciate any positive, negative, constructive criticism anyone will be willing to give.
To those who decide to read, review, or do anything else of the sort thank you. Your input is really valuable to me-besides, how else am I suppose to know how a two year old Wilbur is going to react to a new brother or sister arriving?
