A/N: Yay! I love Meet the Robinsons! Don't kill me, but I also happen to like the pairings how they are in the movie...that means Franny/Cornelius. If you don't like it...get over it! I had this random idea sometime ago, but I don't know where and how it's going to end yet. It'll get a bit angsty in future chapters, I know that much. Set in the time frame just after the movie, and rated T to be safe...just in case a comment between my two fav lovebirds makes you complain. Please read, enjoy, review...flames welcome, but not too hot. My tootsies would get burnt. Oh, BTW, if you didn't know...MTR belongs to Disney. -sob!-

Pregnant

It was Saturday morning. Franny rolled over on their king-size mattress, her hand grasping for the waist of her husband. Nothing. She shook herself out of her semi-conscious state and squinted in the light intruding from the blinds. Cornelius's side of the bed was most definitely empty. Huh, she thought. That's a bit odd.

Lifting her pyjama-clad body from the tangle of sheets, Franny yawned and stretched, glancing at the alarm clock. She did a double take. 9:30 in the morning?! Not again. I bet even Wilbur is up now. Franny had been sleeping every night for up to thirteen hours for the past couple of months, accompanied with frequent headaches. She wondered if people can 'oversleep', because she usually felt more drowsy every time she woke up. Nothing serious enough to warrant a visit to the family doctor…yet. There was a note on her dresser from Cornelius and she smiled as she read it.

'Good morning sunshine. You looked like you needed all the sleep you could get after last night-' (Franny grinned smugly) '-and I didn't have the heart to wake you. Me and Wilbur are going to TodayLand for that birthday party of his, remember? Be back at 11. Love, Cornelius.' Franny put the note in her nightstand, her query of why there was an absence of muffled explosions wracking the house having been answered.

Showering and dressing quickly, Franny walked out of the master suite and headed for the kitchen 2 floors below, hoping to stop the building migraine she could feel pounding behind her eyelids before it got any worse.

Upon greeting Carl as she entered the kitchen, Franny fetched one of her husband's 'gel-wraps' from the freezer, placing the cooling solution against her forehead and sighing gratefully at the feel of it as she sat at the island counter.

"Good morning, dear. You look knackered," commented Lucille as she crossed the doorway and saw Franny. "Caffeine patch? They always get me cheery." She commented while grabbing the juice box from the fridge. Really? Thought Franny grumpily. Couldn't tell. She sighed and shook her head.

"No thankyou. In fact, if you don't need me around the house this morning, I think I'm going to take another nap," Franny replied tiredly, getting up from the counter with the gel-wrap still firmly plastered to her head. Lucille nodded distractedly, mopping up spilt juice from the table. Franny took this as a yes, and quickly retreated back to her bedroom before any other of her bizarre relatives made an appearance.

She leaned against the door, whimpering as pain shot across her hairline. She got up and made her way to the bed, sinking into the pillows as her eyes drifted shut…

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Wilbur leaned against his window in the backseat of the hover-craft, seething. His father gave him a look, which dashed any thoughts of back-chatting the man. But Wilbur knew that it wasn't his fault that Jack McKenzie deserved a face-full of cake for calling him a spoilt brat who hides behind his mothers skirts. Which was exactly what Wilbur had given him. 2 minutes later, Lisa Ralph was in tears as her birthday party was in ruins after the food-fight. No one even remembered how the insults had started, but that didn't stop Wilbur from being picked up an hour early after a furious holo-call to his father.

Cornelius parked the 'craft after a VERY long and silent 20-minute drive back to their home. He turned off the ignition and turned in his seat, and just sighed as Wilbur stubbornly glared out the window.

"Look at me."

Wilbur turned, and struggled to meet his father's eyes. Cornelius just shook his head, indicating how disappointed he was in his only son. He suddenly got out of the car, startling Wilbur. He doubted he would get off that easily. He was absolutely right. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Cornelius took hold of his upper arm and led him up the stairs, dumping him in his room.

"You will stay here until your mother has a word with you." His tone made it clear that if he tried to leave…Wilbur gulped.

Cornelius walked swiftly out of the room, heading for the stairs. Franny would be up by now, and he decided to check her music room first. He swung open the door, but she was nowhere in sight. Weird, he thought.

"Frankie, have you seen Franny?" He asked of the singing frog. The amphibian shook his green head.

"No sir, not since last night after band practise." Cornelius nodded and made his way to the kitchen. On the way he passed Tallulah and Lazlo fighting in the corridor, and inquired as to where Franny was. He left after receiving a negative answer, and they resumed their squabbling as he continued on his way.

In the kitchen, Cornelius found his mother steadily mixing a batch of biscuits next to a chattering Aunt Billie, who left after polishing what looked like a train whistle.

"Hello dear. Why, you're home early! I hope that our little Wilbur hasn't…" Lucille faded out, as she watched Cornelius shaking his head angrily.

"Actually that's why I'm here. Have you seen Franny? As much as I hate to admit it, she handles the kid a lot better than me." Lucille chucked.

"I think you leave a bigger mark on your son than what you think, dear. And yes I did see her, she said she was going to take a nap. Poor thing looked like she had a killer headache, if you ask me. If she needs anything, don't hesitate to ask me, OK?" Cornelius nodded absently, as he left for his master suite, lost in thought. Franny had seemed perfectly fine last night, he thought. Maybe she's caught a 24 hour virus or something. Franny was not the only one who had took note of her odd sleeping habits and stray headaches, and it worried Cornelius.

He knocked loudly on the door, listening intently. Pushing it open, he ran to the bedside as he bent over his wife.

"Franny!"

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Sorry if it seems a bit short, I'm still getting into the hang of things! ;) Chapter 2, here we go-o!