Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own Invader Zim…or the music, but I'm pretty good with the characters, right? Right? At least I know I'm good with Zaz and little Dib, 'cause they're mine.
So without further ado, I give you a new story with MORE drama, MORE romance, and…MORE ICE CREAM (then again, there wasn't any in the first story…Oh well!)
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"Really?" Dib asked. I nodded excitedly. "How long?" he asked. "Three." I replied. "How long have you known?" he asked. "One day." I said. "When should we tell them?" I asked. "How about we tell them after dinner?" He suggested. "That's too long…" I said. "We just have to set the table and eat." He said. "I know, but I'm so excited." I said. I sighed and went to the dining room to set the table. After dinner, Dib tapped his glass with his spoon. "I have and announcement. Errr…Ummm…Well…" He stuttered. I put my hand on his shoulder and stood up. "I'm pregnant." I announced. Everyone rushed up to congratulate us, even the smeets, once Gaz explained that we were going to have a baby.
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I remember how she had gotten me to propose. One day, while Tak was sleeping, I took care of the smeets for her and forced her to take the day off. While "Nanny" had the smeets, I tried to distract her by pulling off some flirty moves; since I was sure we both liked each other. When she found out, she sat me down and told me to repeat after her. "I'm sorry, Tak." She said. "I'm sorry, Tak." I said, lowering my head in shame. "I won't do it again, Tak." She said. "I won't do it again, Tak." I agreed. "Marry me, Tak." She said. "Marry me, Tak. Wait, wha-" I started, but she interrupted me with a kiss. When we broke apart, she said, "I accept your proposal." So here we are, with a smeet on the way. "Or two…" I said quietly. "Tak, are they twins?" I asked. "I don't know. There aren't any Irken doctors on earth." She said, looking concerned. "I have some Irken stuff that might help." Zim suggested. "Thanks." I said as he left. Realizing I had worried her, I insisted she go rest. "You will not treat me like a child for eight months." She said, crossing her arms defiantly. "Eight months? Irkens are pregnant for eleven months?" I asked. "Yep." She said, plopping on the couch. "Gaz, how long were you pregnant?" I asked. "Ten months." She said, contrary to the "None of your business." I expected. "Okay then, in seven months I'm gong to be a father." I said, plopping down next to Tak on the couch. "Yep, now move." Tak said, pushing me over the arm of the couch. "That happens." Zim said as he returned, showing me a bandage on his arm. "Stop talking like I'm not here!" Tak shouted. "I like Tak better this way." Gaz said, smirking. "Good, get used to it." Tak said. Tak peered down at me, smiling sweetly. "Dib, I want ice cream." She said. "They say it's mood swings, I say they are constantly angry or sweeten up or cry to get what they want." Zim said. Gaz and Tak glared at him. He yelped and locked himself in their bedroom (A/N: The smeets sleep in Dib's homemade crib now.). "Errr…Heh, heh, heh…Let's get some ice cream, them." I chuckled nervously, hoping to distract them from Zim. "The smeets would probably like a walk, too. I'll put them in their strollers." Gaz said, but I could hear her mutter, "I wouldn't miss this for the world." When we got there Tak seemed less cranky, but more motherly. She insisted on carrying little Dib. We just walked along, until little Dib lunged at my ice cream, causing Tak to fall into me, so I dropped my ice cream cone. "Oh, I'm sooo sorry, Dib. We got the same flavor, so you can have mine." She said, begging me to forgive her. "It's fine. I was finished anyway." I said hastily, not wanting to part an angry, pregnant wife and her ice cream. I cleaned up the mess as Gaz chuckled evilly. Little Dib began to cry. Gaz ceased her evil chuckling abruptly and helped calm him down. "Dada." He said. "I think little Dib wants to say he's sorry, Dib." I said, bringing little Dib near him. Dib held out his finger so little Dib could grab it like Zaz did, but he burped up on it instead. "Oh, sorry, Dib." Tak said. "No problem." He said, cleaning it up. Zaz coughed. "I think Zaz is getting a cold, we'd better get home." Gaz said, demanding more than suggesting. "I hope not." I said, as I ruffled her antennae. Tak caught up until she was on the other side of Gaz. "I think Dib is getting used to being a father." She giggled. I blushed, but rolled my eyes like I didn't care. I begged Tak to go to sleep, but she complained of "not being sleepy." I bribed her with a back rub, because she loved those. Soon she was asleep, and I watched her breathe until I fell asleep, too.
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It's summer now (in the story). Sorry, it's kinda short. The next chapter skips a few months. Ohhh! Try my other story and tell me if it should be deleted (I don't like it that much). That's all I have to say, besides to read PurpleGhostSausage's stories. I SHALL MAKE YOU READ THEM BY PERSISTANCE!