The morning started out as it did everyday - at least like the past month. Wheatley woke up to Chell making breakfast, usually eggs and bacon with coffee. Then they ate while Wheatley described his recent dreams - just not at the same time, he learned that the hard way - and sometimes they'd turn on the TV or radio and listen to the news. This morning, Chell hardly ate anything before running from the table. Unsure of what was happening, Wheatley followed Chell and found her throwing up - yet another disgusting human thing. Wheatley had it happen one day when he ate a whole bucket of ice cream by himself in a race against Rick to see who could finish one first. Anyway, this wasn't about him. This was about something much much much more important.
Chell was sick! Chell was sick and he had no idea what to do. Wheatley was scared. What if this sickness was fatal? He would be lost without Chell to guide him. He'd only been human for a year and still had problems and questions and would probably end up getting himself hurt if Chell wasn't there.
Chell hurled into the toilet one more time before flushing everything down and cleaning her face in the sink. In the mirror, she saw Wheatley standing nervously in the doorway, visibly shaking and looking like he was going to be sick himself. Her nausea was calming down and she could finally walk out of the bathroom. Wheatley followed, asking if she was okay and if she was dying. She went back to the kitchen and immediately threw away what was left of her breakfast. Maybe she left something undercooked and just got food poisoning? It was possible. But Wheatley ate much more of the same thing and he wasn't sick... She turned to Wheatley who looked stuck between wanting to hold her and stay far away.
"Are- are you okay, now, luv?" he asked. Chell nodded. "Whew! Good, because if you were sick, I'm pretty sure the whole world would have ended because I really really need you." Chell smiled.
Chell got up and walked down the street with a very confused Wheatley trailing behind her. She stopped in front of the yard of one of their neighbors, who was a doctor. She told Wheatley to stay outside while they talked. Wheatley plopped down on the porch and waited.
The doctor's daughter, a little girl of five, came outside carrying a basket of toys. Wheatley scooted over to get out of her way.
"That's a big basket, there. Sure you can carry all that?" Wheatley commented. The little girl nodded and set the basket down in the middle of the grass-covered lawn. She set up everything around a tiny, brightly-colored plastic picnic table. The little girl then had conversations with the dolls around the table, feeding them invisible treats and tea. She got up and pulled Wheatley over to the table. He obviously was too big for the table, so he sat cross-legged at the end. The little girl gave him a cup and pretended to pour tea. Wheatley played along, though he genuinely felt it a rip-off that the tea wasn't real.
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"...And don't forget to get plenty of rest..." The doctor and Chell exited the house when they paused. Wheatley was wearing a flowered hat and drinking fake tea. They stared at each other for a while before Wheatley finally spoke.
"I'm Mrs. Nesbitt." Chell couldn't help but smile. She saved him from the tea party and they walked back up the street to their own home.
"Congratulations!" The doctor called after them.
"Why the congrats? Is it because you're not sick?" Wheatley asked, but Chell stayed silent. It wasn't until they got home that Chell finally said something. She sat Wheatley on the couch and looked him in the eye.
"I'm pregnant." Wheatley stared at her for a while. Chell was starting to feel nervous.
"Pregnant? Like a tiny human is inside you?" Wheatley asked. Chell nodded. Wheatley grinned. "You're pregnant! We're having a... tiny baby human! I - oh, man alive! I'm gonna be a dad!" Wheatley jumped up and squeezed Chell's shoulders, spinning her around. He was so happy. They both were.