Who knew? Who knew that Lightning Farron, the ex-L'cie, guardian CORPs soldier, destroyer of orphan and savior of Cocoon was capable of getting the hiccups? She jumped in her seat with an audible squeak escaping her. She punched her stomach in an attempt to calm it down. Another giant hic cut the silence through the room. She groaned and hit her head on the marble counter.
Go.
Bunk.
Away.
Bunk.
There was a sound of the fridge opening, though Lightning paid no attention to it. HIC.
"Woah!" Fang set down her soda. "That was oddly cute."
"Sh- HIC. Shut up." Lightning groaned again. Fang flicked her girlfriend with two fingers.
"You got a bad case of the hiccups Lightning! You're not a robot after all…"
"What the fuc- HIC fuck is that supposed to me- HIC mean!" She tried to sound intimidating, but it didn't do the trick. She saw Fang's upper lip tremble.
"You wanna get rid of them?" Another loud squeak from Lightning. "I'll take that as a yes." Lightning rolled her eyes while Fang took a deep breath.
"Lightning. I'm pregnant."
There was a pause, then the sound of Lightning's laughter split the room. Fang smiled a bit. She was laughing. "Okay, okay. That didn't scare you." She thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "Hm."
"What?"
Fang eyed her over, specifically at her stomach. "Lightning…" The soldier suddenly felt self conscious.
"What is it?"
"I… don't think you should wear that shirt anymore." Lightning blinked. "You're… you're getting kinda fat."
"What!?" Lightning stood, her chair falling behind her, "Who do you think you are!? You think you can just tell me that I'm fat!"
Fang looked at her nails while she spewed words at her. "Lightning." Silence. "They're gone." The next thing she knew, were two arms wrapped around her torso. "See? That wasn't so ba- HIC."