[ Jus' so you know: Usually I'm totally against the idea of Gru and Lucy having a baby. But this is a roleplay me and a friend did out of fun and I thought it turned out to be just kind of...perfect!
It's highly edited - just so I can still keep it T-rated. But yah, read it or beat it! ]


Gru was a clever guy, and he could imagine what this thing was at all, and why Lucy had been acting like that the last days. But perhaps he just either couldn't or didn't want to believe it. She wouldn't keep a secret from him, right? She would have told him anything that was important, right? Sure, they weren't like...a married couple, but still - they were together for longer than 7 months...He turned around, to her walking into the Bathroom.
Gru offered a brief warm smile, seeing her again after a long day or work, but he remembered - there was something important to discuss!

"Hey Gru, what'cha got there?"
Holding the thing in his hand like it was some kind of evidence in a case, he tilted his head and frowned.
"Uhm...honey, uh-vhat is dis?" he asked. Well, there goes the idea of him distracting her.
She wanted to be honest with him. But then she would have to admit it to herself, and saying the words would just... make it real. She felt the words getting stuck in her throat, staring at that damn stick.

"Well, silly, that's a pregnancy test!" Well, that was true. "I keep one with me always just in case my p-comp is bugging, since it can do that sometimes!" True as well, even though she forgot to add the vital detail of that this was a used one since her comp had been bugging after some days with a fever, and what the test showed. She didn't want to know how he would feel about it, if it was. But judging after his glance, she surely could see that Gru was frowning. And there bubbled up the entire fear and anxiety Gru had felt before.

Some weird images popped up in his mind and he felt himself holding his breath for a second.
What kind of soothed his nerves in that situation was that she kept a cool head, as if that wasn't a big deal after all.
Gru hadn't had any idea how this women-stuff was working, but he was pretty sure that there was something that he actually should know…
She fumbled with her handbag, trying not keep her eyes looking at him. It was hard, and she started to flicker her eyes around the walls. The whole place suddenly felt too open and exposed.

"Hey, want to go out tonight? I heard there's gonna be a good horror movie at the cinema this week." She put on a strained smile, attempting to change the. Grabbing the fabric of the arm that didn't hold the test, she tried to make him follow her back downstairs.
"U-uhm..." he stammered, feeling Lucy's hand fumbling for the fabric of his sleeve and tugged him out of the bathroom. Without thinking twice, he placed the stick back in the sink and followed her outside, still a bit dumbfounded by the sudden change of subject. But well – Probably he was just making mountains out of molehills and overreacting a bit.
"Well-sure." he smiled at her and she smiled back. Yet…it was played. She felt suddenly very, very horrible.

...

Lucy was digging for the last of their popcorn, knowing that once they got out of the place, there were once again gonna be in a situation where they could talk. She couldn't keep on forever. Or maybe she should just keep it silent and get rid of it…? It would be horrible, of course, thinking to be killing something that was hers and his – but what if Gru didn't want another kid? If she only got rid of the box of the test she had in her handbag, Gru would never have to know that the test had shown positive in the first place. She squirmed in her chair.
"Honey…?" Gru looked back at her, his hand on hers. "Are yu a'right?"
"Y-yah, yah, don't worry. Just…something's poking in my back." She grinned and looked back at the screen.

But she didn't want to lie to him either. She knew his romantic history, she knew that he had never made a woman pregnant, and this could be both's last chance at getting a child by blood. But she just didn't know if she wanted that. She hated the very idea of being slowed down, of having strangers want to listen to the belly, or heaven forbid, Silas putting her on maternity leave. She puffed air out of her mouth in frustration, what to do? She was at least happy they were in the dark so he couldn't see all her face expressions while thinking.
During the entire Movie, Gru was more concentrated on his thoughts than the movie. He tried to fix his mind on the plot-line like Lucy, but it was just terribly difficult when something different was distracting him all along.
Silently chewing on the popcorn, he kept holding her hand in his own and sighed...

The film ended and Lucy stood up to get done to head home.
"So, what about that huh? When the monster just jumped right at the kids who were having some make-out session! Never get tired of that old trick!" She smiled as broad as she could while standing up and started buttoning her jacket.
Gru cringed slightly as he recognized she was talking to him.
"Hm? Oh, uh- yeah." he awkwardly ran his hand over the back of his neck. "Shuld always keep an eye open, even in dhese...situation!"

He was honest – he hadn't really paid much attention at all. And just so he wouldn't make her uncomfortable, he agreed.
"Well, anyway – this was nice…" Lucy smiled at him, warmly, for a minute she pushed her thoughts away. It would be better.
"It certainly was!" Gru nodded, and they walked back to the doors, to leave the hall where the credits still rolled.

Once outside the cinema, Lucy took a deep breath when they faced the chilly evening air. It all felt better now when she got some distance from the whole thing, and if it just went as she planned, she wouldn't have to worry about it until the morning. She seemed content – but Gru certainly had something on his mind. He bit his lip, a bit frightened but yet excited, and out of reaction, he reached for her hand. "Uhm..." he started. He couldn't run around and dwell on that subject without wasting a word. He was sure she wouldn't like that subject - but he just had to tell her.
Lucy looked down at his fingers brushing hers.
Small butterflies filled her stomach when her boyfriend's hand snaked around her own, holding her lovingly, and she accepted, squeezing it. After all this time, he hadn't changed a bit. Insecure, calm and lovingly…

"Uh, Lucy-? May I…may I ask yu somethin'?"
She looked over at him, he did not at all sound as happy as she felt. Her happy expression dropped, but she tried to keep it up.
"Sure, big guy. What's on your big, fuzzy mind?" she chuckled.
"Well…" he started. "Yu know dat – dat yu can tell me anythin', right?"
"Right…" said Lucy. And suddenly, she knew exactly what he was heading to.
"Okay…so…back home, vhen I found dat pregnancy test...dhere were uh, two red stripes in dat leetle white box." he stood still for a second and turned to face her. His light blue eyes were looking into hers, and he looked upset.

Suddenly, she really didn't want him to continue. She didn't want to talk about it. No. Nonononono, she shouted in her head. Rewind, rewind. Go back to the cinema, get robbed, some distraction, where was a pickpocket when you needed them?

" And now i was wonderin'-"
'No please don't ask…' she begged silently
"Is dhere perhaps somehin' yu need to tell me...?"

She was squirming at the spot, not ready at all to tell him. She felt her throat tightening up and pain in her chest, panic taking over. Trying to breathe, she couldn't look in his face anymore. She broke the eyecontact with her boyfriend, and tried to pull her hand out of his, shielding herself from his gaze and concern.
"No?" she squeaked out of her mouth, knowing fully well that she acted like a child caught stealing candy from the food store.
No?
That was some quite bad lie. She never has been a good liar...
Gru bit his lower lip. One way to express his frustration, the other would be a rude "ugh". But that wasn't appropriate at the moment, he figured. So apparently, there really was something to discuss. He could see her expressions drop, the way her body stiffened. Continuing to chew on his lip, he tried to figure out what else he could try to make her feel at least a bit comfortable in that situation.

So he quirked a brow above his eye and placed his hand on her cheek, drawing his fingers down her jawline, tilting up her chin.
"Sure...?" he asked again, softly, almost whispering. Lucy stared back at him.
"I- I." The throat was still tightening and she really thought she was gonna pass out any minute. Those ice blue eyes that contained more warmth and love than she could imagine. He was a natural father, it just came to him without even a thought about it. She wasn't a natural mother. "I don't want to talk about it. Not here." Was all she could manage, before she took some steps away from him Can we…can we get in the car?" Just one more minute. Just one more minute to gather courage and she could tell him everything.
"Y-y-yes, of course!" he nodded, slightly shocked by how desperate she suddenly seemed. But before he could apologize and comfort her, she had already passed by him and headed straight to his gigantic vehicle in the parking lot.
Man, he kinda had pushed things at the edge, huh? He didn't want to put her under such pressure, but it just was obvious that she couldn't keep it a secret all along and he couldn't always pretend like it's nothing. Either they speak about it or he wouldn't know whatelse he could do.

At Gru's car, he turned around, making sure she was catching up and offered a worried glance, before he opened the door. Helping her to get inside, he closed the door behind them. Turning around, he placed his hands on his back and waited for her to begin.
"Lucy…?"
Lucy felt the tears building up in her eyes. She really had no excuses left.
She looked up at him, and down at the table. Up at the lamp, and back at him again. After a minute or two of looking at everything at least once, she closed her eyes firmly shut. Just get it out.
"I'm pregnant." She croaked, fiddling with her fingers before her like mad.
Gru stared back at his girlfriend.
Eyes fixed on her, her words sunk in, slowly and almost painfully.
Outside, the rushes of other cars was heard and filled the silence around them.
She was pregnant.
He was thinking that there must be something kind of close to this, but now that she told him, he couldn't believe were having a baby!

Gru opened his mouth to say something, but all he could do was giving a brief, feeble laughter. "I can't believe it..." he whispered, and suddenly all the happiness he had doubted to feel at all before seeped up into his face, until he was beaming at Lucy. Quickly approaching her again, he placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"We're really goin' to have a baby...?"
"…Yes…" she nodded, eyes closed to fight back approaching tears.
He almost didn't notice that she wasn't that happy about that fact as he was until he drew back to look at her.
And thus his expressions melted into a slightly confused face.
"Vhat is it...?"

"Gru, I - I wasn't made to be a mommy! I don't want to be grounded for the better half of a year while baking a bun!" She suddenly blurted out, opening her eyes in a desperate glare. "I don't want to become big as a house! I certainly don't want to have something the size of a sack of potatoes pressed out through my happy-hole!" She backed away from him.
For a moment of two, Gru stared back at her, silently, once more and all he did was blinking in confusion. A harsh sting inside his heart spread in his chest as Lucy pushed him away from her, and mentioned that...
She wasn't made to be a mommy?
How could she say that? He had seen her with his kids, how much fun they had around her, how much she adored them and loved playing with them. They saw her as their mother...and now she was telling him she wasn't made to be a mommy?
He gulped, but although he had so many things to say, he kept his mouth shut.
"I was made to be an agent and not a mom! I can't stand the idea of not being on a mission!" She felt the tears running down her face. "I am Lucy Wilde, top agent at the AVL, not some incubator!" She shut up for a moment, trying to calm herself.

An…an incubator?!
Gru was shocked! How could she think she was something like an incubator, just because she was having a baby!
Somehow he had already assumed she'd react like that, telling him that her job had more priority than anything else. He could understand her, after years of working hardly like that...
But still, the idea that she wasn't happy to be the mother of their child...
"I don't know how far it's been yet." She continued, in a lower voice, and she had turned her back to him. "I was thinking... maybe I should have an abortion instead?"
The moment he had formed words of comfort in his mind to speak out, she suddenly suggested something that seemed so horrible in his ears, so endlessly gruesome it was leaving him almost speechless.
"A-ab-abortion...?" he breathed. She felt herself shrinking a meter for daring to give him that suggestion, especially after seeing him beaming as if she had given him the greatest gift in the world.
"-L-Lucy...no please!" he stepped closer once more, tempted to touch her again, but he knew that she only would push him away again. "Lucy...I'm beggin' yu, dun't...dun't think dat...i...i culdn't live with dat...knowin' dat we killed our child..."
There was so much desperate in his eyes, the last time he was that desperate - it must have been even before they knew each other...

How could she even suggest that to this man? She knew how much he adored his children, the very idea of getting a biological one must have been a dream he abandoned a long time ago. "I... I don't know what to do. I love your girls, I just have never wanted this thing myself. And now I'm in it. Can you imagine it? Having something growing inside if you, leeching on you for almost a year? An invader in your body? And all of a sudden, my body isn't mine anymore. It's for this little… thing!" Not being able to say much more, she dropped her head down in her hands and sobbed, her entire body shaking.
"Gru…I wasn't made for this!" she finally turned around. "I'm a skinny, gangly clumsy mess and I'm happy risking my life every day for the safety of the world! I'm useless if I can't do that! I'm worthless if I can't do that. Whatever good would this bring?"
So that's it? He saw their child as a...thing? An invader? Something she never even wanted? Something that was hers and his, and yet she denied that she would love it just so she could continue having her job done? Gru gulped down his pain once more, holding back a flood of curses. He couldn't even look at her at the moment. Staring at the iron-walls of the gigantic vehicle, he bit his lower lip so hard he could taste the metallic flavor of his own blood.
Running his hand over hid face, he brushed off the blood from his lip, took a deep breath, before he finally responded:

"Vhatever good wuld dis bring...?" he repeated. "Vhatever good dis wuld bring?!" Now he was angry. Angry, not only because she was literally just thinking about herself in that moment - but because she hated something they both have created. Their child. She saw it as something that would only harm her body, without giving back anything. Like a parasite or such...
This was just too much for Gru.

"Okay... A'right...!" he folded his hands in front of his chest. Lucy's eyes shifted.
"Gru…Gru, I'm so—"
"Yu know vhat? Fine. If yu think dat dis will be literally dhe end of yur life and if yu see our child as nothin' but an invader...dhen go and abort it! Go ahead. Dun't expect me to keep yu away...!"
He had to breathe fresh air. His head was filled with heat and he needed to vent, instantly, before he'd burst out in a rage.
He opened the door and jumped outside, walking of some meters over the parking lot, filling his lungs with the cool evening-air...
Instead of being happy that she had the chance to become a mother, a real mother, she was implying she wasn't made for it? And his child was not even worth living? His hand flew to his mouth, covering it as he felt tears building inside his eyes.
Gru clenched his eyes shut. Could he really live with that? Knowing that they would have killed their son or daughter? That they had the chance to have a kid on their own and then threw it away, considering it as...trash?

Lucy was left alone in the car, tears streaming down her face, her sight spun, her stomach clenched…
She had gone too far. She had broken him with her terrible words about their baby and that she wasn't made for this. A lump formed inside her throat. She felt like she was going to vomit any second, but the shock and sadness was too big to care about it right now.
"Gru…" she started sobbing. Her hands found her belly.
"I'm so sorry, Gru…I'm…please…" she rubbed her hand over her eyes and continued, like he would actually hear her:
"I'm so sorry I can't be happy about this…I'm sorry I don't feel like a mother…but…but please...please don't do this to me...!"

She stepped out of the car, seeing Gru wandering on the other side of the street. Before he would notice her leaving the car, she sneaked around the corner and started the two mile walk home to her old apartment, thanking heaven that she hadn't officially moved in completely at his house, still having most of her furniture and stuff there. She would think things through. Wiping tears of her face, and trying to control her breathing, she realized that Gru was simply not going to support her as long as it stood between him and having a child of his own, and it made her feel even more lonely than she had ever felt. All she ever wanted was to make him happy – to make him smile and, yes, perhaps someday, give him an offspring. But now, it was just too soon for her – and that scared her. It scared her to no end and she wished so much that she could be happy to be carrying his child – but she wasn't. Not after Gru was making absolutely clear that she shouldn't come to him anymore for any kind of reassurance, help or comfort. And it broke her heart so much, she couldn't keep her sobbing inside her anymore.

...

"Lucy?"

Gru carefully knocked against the door to the car. After several minutes, he finally realized that he couldn't just leave her there, somehow she needed to get home, after all. But she didn't open. Rolling his eyes, he finally tugged out his keys and opened the door himself.
"Lucy…?"
Lucy was gone.
The car was empty. Looking upwards to the backseat, he couldn't see her either.
A sudden rush of adrenaline zinged through his body as he realized…
She left. But where was she? Where did she run off to? What if something happened to her out there in the darkness? His heart slammed against his chest and he closed the door, instantly, turning around to run across the parking lot. "Lucy! Lucy, vhere are yu?!" Gru couldn't see anything in the dimmed surroundings.

Nobody was around. He was alone.
His breath steamed in the cold air as his eyes roamed across the several abandoned cars. Nothing.
Quickly, he drew his cellphone.
"Come on, come on—answer…!" he breathed, holding the phone against his ear. The phone ringed some minutes...But no answer. He tried it once more. Again and again. Lucy wouldn't answer him. His hand was shaking as he cut the call. He stared down on the display of the phone…

"The number is not available at the moment."

Gru returned to the car. He didn't make the effort to sit down in the front seat, he let himself fall onto the bench around the table, staring into the emptiness. Did he really just let her go? Did he really have to yell at her like that? Just because he was so happy to become a father – when she wasn't? 'I shouldn't have pressured her like that…,' he thought, running his hand over his face in frustration. 'I should have comforted her…!'

He now realized – she needed his help. She wasn't trying to scare him off, to make him angry or to upset him in any way – she didn't want to tell him in the face that their unborn offspring deserved to die. She just needed his support. She needed him by her side. Just him. That was all. And he pushed her away. But all he cared for was the welfare of his child.
"Lucy…" he burrowed his face in his hands.
"I'm so sorry…"

...

"Gru…?" Margo heard the door open. "Gru, Lucy, are you home?"
No answer. She turned her head from the cellphone she held in her hand while sitting in his Rhino-chair at the fireplace. A big shadow walked quite slowly in the hallway, apparently her father. But…where was she? Gru shuffled into the living room, hands on his back, his eyes fixed on the ground. Margo was surprised. He never had seen him like that before. Pale and riven by sorrow – also he didn't freak out that she was still awake at that time and that unsettled her slightly.

"Gru, are you okay? Where is Lucy?"
Her father didn't say a word, he just sat down in the other chair, the pink Teddy-armchair for Agnes and sighed and buried his face in his hands once more. Margo felt that something happened, something quite serious and that was the reason he returned home alone. But knowing her father just too good, she wouldn't answer him with pity. He didn't need pity. If he was feeling down, it was mostly his own fault.

"So, you screwed up?" she asked, leaning inside the chair again and tipping on the screen of her phone.
"I screwed up." Answered Gru from the other side, hands still hiding his face.
"And what is it that time? Accidentally called her another name? Proposed and she said no? Danced with another girl and left her all alone, drowning her sorrow in guacamole?"
"Worse I guess…" Gru said, finally showing his face. Margo frowned, looking back at him. Worse than the last point? "Uhm…yu know, uh…back dis afternoon, I have found somethin' dat…seemed to be important. It was a pregnancy test."
His daughter blinked in surprise. "She tried to hide it I guess, but…uh…however, later dat evenin', she revealed me dat…she's…vith child." Margo expressions dropped at the news she was going to have a baby sister or baby brother!

"Yeah, but…" Gru noticed her excited face. "She doesn't want it I guess, and…she told me she wasn't ready for dat. Dat she culdn't be a modher. And dat confused me, I…I jus' culdn't live vith dhe fact dat we'd have to abort it and deny it to live…So I yelled at her, she shuld go and abort it, if she wants, but I wuldn't be dhere for her anymore dhen…"
"Gru!" Margo suddenly jumped up in her seat. "Do you even realized what you have done?! You told her that you are literally caring more for the kid than herself! That you would put her life at risk, just so you would have a kid on your own!" She was kinda mad at him – quite rightly.
"You cannot pressure a woman to keep a child, and nor can you pressure her to abort it! The exact opposite will happen anyway – but don't you even know how hard a pregnancy can be for the mother? She literally gives up her entire life for one year, just so she can give it to the child in her womb!"

Gru frowned.
"What you did was…beyond wrong I guess." She continued to stare at her cellphone.
"It's not my fault!" he suddenly blurted, glaring at her. "She called it an invader! She literally called our kid a thing dat isn't supposed to exist!"

Margo sighed.

"Gru…imagine you'll wake up at night, regularly, to throw up, every morning for the next four weeks. Then, after you threw up, you feel a ravenous appetite for…well, different things you hated before. Like Watermelons and chicken wings at the same time. You cannot stand the smell of soap or coffee without thinking you'll barf any minute. You're in pain, your back kills you, you are not able to do anything! You cannot boss around the minions, you cannot invent new weapons, you cannot go on cool, awesome missions – all because you have a baby growing inside you that'll hamper all the nice stuff you could do before and that is what Lucy fears the most! She's an active girl, she needs the adrenaline rush – to be honest I couldn't imagine her sitting at home and complaining about her back and her belly ache and her sickness and staying at home all the time, doing nothing but waiting for the kid to exit her body, either."

Gru bit his lower lip.
Yes, that would be a nightmare for Lucy. "And then there is the childbirth. Gru, women die while giving birth to their children, daily!" Gru lifted his head in shock. They die? How? And why? What if Lucy would die while giving birth to his child?
"Do you understand now why she doesn't want to have a baby?" - "Yeah…" he said, still crestfallen. "I du." Margo finally looked back at him…it was hurting her heart to see him that upset, so she jumped off to the ground, brushing her hand over his shoulder.
"Gru, I'm sure it's not because she doesn't want to give you a son or daughter. She's just…scared. She loves you and all she ever wanted was to have a family with you, but maybe…maybe it's just too soon?"
Gru lowered his head in shame.
"Hey, I am sure everything's going to be fine. Just apologize to her. Tell her that you'll support any decision she'll make with the kid, because, remember – it is not only your kid!"
Her father nodded.
"And tell her that you love her and that you're not going to leave her side. That she's the most important thing in your life –and not only your baby."

Throughout the Night, Gru lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling and picturing Lucy with all these terrible things Margo described to him. The morning sickness, the sudden hunger, back and stomach pain, her bad mood for not being able to do anything… He sighed, once, twice and then he closed his eyes. He always expected a pregnancy to be something great. Something both parents would enjoy, and not suffer from it. Now that he knew that Lucy wasn't ready to become a mother – was he really ready to become a father? Sure, he had his three girls and was very happy to have them, but… They weren't newborns. They weren't his children he held in his arms when they were just some minutes old.
He was scared that he'd be the worst Dad for a baby in the world – but for now, he somehow hoped Lucy wouldn't go to the abortion clinic, right in the morning, to do what the entire dispute had aroused…