Disclaimer: I do not own 9. I have never owned 9.
"I don't know what's so different about me.." 7 said, standing, leaning against 2's workbench, shaking her head. "But I know it's something.."
"We will be soon hearing the pitter-patter of little feet in the cathedral." He beamed over his shoulder at her as he rummaged through a stack of papers on one of his other workbenches. Her eyes went wide. "What?"
"Simply put, my dear, you're expecting a child. 1's child, to be specific." He nodded, matter of factly.
"I'm WHAT?!" 7 yelled, incredulously, crossing the room towards 2. He had his hands out in a pacifying manner. "7, my dear. Calm down. This isn't something to lose your temper over."
She stared at him as if he were crazy. "Lose my temper? LOSE MY TEMPER!? This isn't some little fight, or a little tear in my fabric. This is a child! We can't repair this. We can't FIX this." She sank down and pressed the heels of her hands to her optics, her head in her hands.
2 put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Look at it this way. At least you won't be alone." She looked up. "What makes you think that.. That.. That selfish bastard would want any part of this?"
His voice was soothing. "My dear girl, I know him far better than you do. He's more caring than you give him credit for."
"That's what you think." She snapped and then realized the effect of her words when 2 shrunk back a bit. "I'm so sorry, 2. I-I.. this.. This problem is messing with my emotions.."
"It's quite alright, my dear. It will pass with time." He sounded understanding and his voice was gentle.
Her voice cracked. "Why did this have to happen?"
He smiled weakly at her. "7. 1 loves you. He may not act like it sometimes but he does."
She muttered softly but derisively. "He loves me. Right."
He peered into her face. "Everything will turn out all right, you'll see. But first we have to break the news to 1." At this he let out a short laugh. "And I have no idea how he will take it, but he will warm up to the idea soon enough. My brother always was such a hothead."
"I-I still feel anxious about this though.." She looked down at her hands which were in her lap. 2 put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. "I told you, 7, my dear girl. Everything will turn out well."
An: Hokay. 2 is totally the grandpa of the group. Cause 1 acts like a kid. And almost nothing about him exudes 'oldness'. Except for his voice, of course. But nothing else. No 'old' mannerisms. Absolutely nothing. While 1 is the physical oldest, 2 is the most mature of the group.
