So this story is based after the movie. You might recognize the scene I patterned this story after. It's been a while since I last wrote a fanfic, so I apologize for the errors. R&R, please! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Tangled. Disney does.

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"So, you've been acting really strange for the past couple of weeks," Eugene started. They were in their bedroom. Rapunzel sat on the bed, staring at her hands on her lap. He leaned against the bed post, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for his wife to respond.

She HAD been acting strange for the past couple of weeks. Her appetite's increased (not to mention she'd crave for the most random food), her moods changed left and right, and most of all (this he found really weird), she'd take several trips to the bathroom more than four times a day.

Her parents didn't seem fazed by this change, another thing he found strange. He deduced it was probably some virus she caught. Or she was hiding something from him. Seeing as she wasn't feverish or lethargic, it isn't likely an illness.

So today right after lunch he dragged her up to their bedroom, locked the door, and sat her down on the bed. He watched her play with her fingers. Oh, she was nervous. But about what? Then she looked up at him, her big apologetic green eyes staring into his curious brown ones.

"Sorry," she began. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for the past week, and I guess I went a little crazy." She looked down at her hands again, playing with her fingers. She suddenly looked panicked. After a few moments, she looked at him again.

"Just don't… don't freak out," she said, biting her lip. He raised an eyebrow, but patiently waited for her to continue. After all they've been through, nothing could ever come close to freaking him out again.

She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them, looked up at him and gave a long-suffering sigh.

"I'm pregnant."

He stared at her for what seemed like years. Then his eyes widened. She bit her lip once more, silently wishing for him to stop looking at her as if she'd grown fangs. He wasn't leaning against the bed post anymore. His arms had fallen to his sides. Then, his mouth suddenly opened.

"Oh…" was all he could say. He continued to stare at her, then he looked down at her stomach. His breathing grew heavier and faster. Then he looked back at her again. His mouth grew bigger… and then he gasped.

"AHH—!"

"Wait, don't freak out!" She cut him off, her hands coming up to stop him.

His mouth remained open, but no sound was coming out of it. He actually looked funny, and if the situation had been less serious she'd have laughed by now. But all she could do was look at him, her expression pleading for him to… well, not freak out.

"Ahh,I'mnotfreakin'outareyoufreakin'out? No, i'm just very interested in your uterus and the baby that's growing in it. Howfaralonghaveyoubeenexactly?" He rambled on as he tucked his hands under his armpits, rocking on his heels while he looked at her.

She sighed in relief. At least he wasn't going to scream anymore. She smiled at him.

"Uhm, for about 8 weeks, I guess? Mother says that I'd start having these… cravings, starting around this time of the pregnancy. I'm sure you've also noticed my frequent trips to the wash room, and my mood swings. I knew I had to tell you soon, but…" She trailed off. He watched as a sad expression grew on her face. She looked nervous again.

He dropped his hands, and knelt before her. "But you were afraid that I'd freak out?"

She nodded. "I was afraid you wouldn't want the baby. I thought that maybe you weren't ready for a family yet, because we'd just gotten married a year ago, and you're still learning how to become a prince and me with the princess thing-"

He put a finger on her lips, shushing her. "Hey, I didn't say I didn't want a family. Hell, I've always wanted one since I've been in that orphanage."

She sniffed. "So, you do want this baby?" She laid her hand on her stomach to show him.

He chuckled, and laid his hand over hers on her stomach. "Of course I do. I can't think of a better way to have a family."

She laughed, and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught her, but as he lost his balance, they landed on the floor. It didn't matter that his butt hurt from the fall. He wrapped his arms around her waist, brought her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. They remained in the embrace for a while. Then he pulled away, but only for about 3 inches, and grinned down at her.

"So, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" She looked up at him and returned his smile.

"Is there any chance that we're going to have twins? Or triplets? Or quadruplets? Coz I'm not gonna lie, that would be stupendous."

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