Alright folks, this is my first Megamind fic, so be nice. The title I have right now is for lack of a better title. Maybe I'll come back and retitle it, maybe I'll keep it.

Megamind does not belong to me…actually, he doesn't really belong to anyone but his incredibly handsome and villainous self. But I wish he were mine. /sighs lovingly/

Chapter 1

Here's my day so far: Got mocked by a dweeb, fell into a trap like an idiot, and as always, got my butt kicked pretty good. Nice to know there's at least one consistency in my life, right? At least things can't get much worse; I'm about to be killed in the same manner that was Metro Man's supposed demise. The irony of it all is just insulting.

How, you may ask, did it all come to this? Well, we have to go back to the beginning. Not my beginning; you already know the story of my rivalry with Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, how the distressing damsel became the woman of my dreams, and how I became the defender of Metrocity.

No, I'm talking about the new beginning. The one that once again flipped my life around.

"You're in a chipper mood today, sir!" Minion remarked as he took down his master's measurements.

Megamind took no notice, lost in his thoughts, a love-sick smile plastered on his face. The scene was eerily similar to the night, just a little more than a year ago, when Megamind had been preparing for his debut battle with Tighten. But this time, it did not involve a transformed Hal Shtuart, nor a cape titled "Black Mamba" (although he suspected that Minion was going to title this one after a dark color and some sort of dance.) The one thing that remained the same was his date with Roxanne. Back then, she had been Roxanne Ritchi, sassy reporter for the KMCP News Channel. But now, she was Roxanne Ritchi-Megamind, still a sassy reporter, still working for the KMCP News Channel, but also the proud wife of Metrocity's defender.

"Hmm?" He sighed, just now realizing that the question was directed at him. "What was that, Minion?"

"I said that you seem to be in a pretty good mood, sir."

Megamind's smile widened and his chest puffed up. "Well, of course I am, Minion! Today is mine and Roxanne's one year annie-versairie!"

"I believe the word is pronounced 'anniversary', sir." Minion smiled. "And how could I forget, sir? You've been reminding all of us for the past week."

And it was true. Megamind had been putting post-it notes with reminders up all around the house, much to Roxanne's annoyance. He sent an e-mail or 12 to the prison warden, who had been a sort of strange father figure to him, reminding him too of the big day. The warden had replied, congratulating him and told Megamind that if he sent him one more e-mail about his anniversary, he was going to arrest him for harassing an officer. Megamind wasn't quite sure if the warden had been joking or not. He had even gone to the old shool house and paid Music Man a visit, although only because Roxanne insisted. Sadly, he hadn't come home with a soft white cape, like he'd been hoping for, but instead, bleeding ears and a pounding headache.

"How's the cape coming along?" He said, choosing to ignore Minion's remark. "I have to look my best for tonight."

"Very good, sir!" Minion chirped. "Just a few more touches and it'll be complete! It will be one of your best capes, sir." Minion now always said 'one of your best' instead of 'best yet' because he never got to see the Black Mamba in action, and so argued that it might still be the best cape, even if it was short lived.

This particular cape was dark blue in color, with fine, silvery spider-web patterns that could only be seen under the correct lighting. The rest of it was much like the other capes: decorated with studs, spikes, a dramatic vampire-like collar, and of course, the electric blue lightning bolt, but this time down the back. Hero of Metrocity he may be, but he just couldn't give up the leather and spikes. If Music Man could be a musician and still look like a superhero, why couldn't Megamind be a hero that still looked like a villain? Roxanne always did say that he looked good in white, but black was his true color; his familiar.

"And what's the title for this one?" Megamind asked, stepping down from the stool and peeking at his reflection. He had to admit that Minion just might've outdone himself this time.

"I'm calling it…The Midnight Tangoooooooooooooooo…" Minion said, giving it a dramatic flair, as always. Megamind smirked, inwardly rolling his eyes. Same old Minion. With the help of the Brain-Bots, he pulled on his studded leather gloves and platform boots, and then reverently placed a simple gold band around his ring-finger.

"Hold still, sir." Minion put his hands around Megamind's arms to hold him in place. "I just need to finish up the collar."

"Oh, I can't stand it, Minion!" Megamind bit his lip and started tapping his foot wildly. "I'm so excited! I've got yitters in my stomach!"

"I think you mean 'jitters', sir."

"Oh, whatever." He pouted. "Potato, Tomato, Pohahto, Tomahto."

Minion smiled. "Is there something else happening tonight, sir? Something besides your date?"

"Well," Megamind bit his lip again. "Roxanne did mention that she had something important to tell me."

Minion put the finishing touches on the Midnight Tango, smoothing out the dark fabric. "You look devilishly handsome, sir."

Megamind smiled, pulling out the edges of the collar. "Thanks, Minion. You fantastic fish, you."

He picked up the keys to the Invisible Car, disengaging its invisibility mode. He twirled the key ring on his finger as he whistled a tuneless song.

"Knock 'em dead, sir!"

The restaurant they'd chosen for their first anniversary was Alberto's, the same Italian restaurant where they'd shared their first kiss. Oh sure, it was also the restaurant where Megamind's charade was discovered and both their hearts had been effectively ripped to shreds, but hey. They decided to give it a second chance, since none of that catastrophe had really been the restaurant's fault.

Megamind clenched his fingers nervously. He checked his watch, halfway tempted to use of his human disguises. A large blue head did stand out, no matter where he was. People no longer screamed in terror and infants no longer cried, but they still stared, and staring made him very uncomfortable.

He fidgeted around in his seat, trying his best to ignore the whispers all around him. He rearranged the silverware in front of him and used his De-Gun to light the candles. Where was Roxanne?

Megamind felt a hand carefully placed on his shoulder and he whipped his large head around.

"Sorry I'm late, honey." Roxanne smiled at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before she seated herself at the place across from him.

"Wow," she said. "So, what dance did Minion name this cape after? The waltz? The cha-cha?"

"Actually, this one is the Midnight Tango." He replied, pulling up a corner of the cape over his lower face. He waggled his eyebrows at her. Roxanne giggled and pulled it away from his face.

"I still think you should've worn the white cape."

Megamind shrugged. "I wanted to look my best for you. And besides, it gave Minion something to do."

Roxanne giggled again and then silence reigned for a few moments as they both perused the menu.

"So," Megamind started, "What was the big news you mentioned?"

For a moment, a nervous look flashed in Roxanne's eyes. It wasn't an emotion that was easily associated with Roxanne Ritchi-Megamind.

"I…think we should have dinner before we get to that." She finally replied. Megamind raised an eyebrow, about to retort, when he felt a timid tap on his shoulder. A boy stood there, no older than 12 years old. He grinned sheepishly.

"Um, Mr. Megamind, sir?" he said, his voice squeaking and breaking. "I-I'm a big fan of yours, sir. A-and I w-was just wondering if you…you could sign my shirt, sir?"

"Uh…"

Roxanne smiled at the boy. "What's your name?"

The boy glanced over at her, as if just noticing that she was there. "Um…Jimmy, ma'am."

"Well Jimmy, I'm sorry but my husband and I are busy right now. Perhaps you could get an autograph after we've finished our meal?"

"Oh. Okay." Jimmy managed to look crestfallen and hopeful at the same time. He wandered back to his own table, glancing back at the couple the entire time.

Megamind opened his mouth to thank her, but at that moment, the woman at the table across from them spoke up.

"Actually, I've been wondering if you could sign this napkin for my daughter? She adores you, sir."

"Look, I -"

"My son is doing a report on you in school," another man said. "If I could just get some notes from you for him?"

Before he knew it, a swarm of people began crowding around their table. His hand snaked into his pocket, pulling out the De-Gun and setting it to 'dehydrate'. He pointed it at the surrounding crowd, jumping out of his seat.

"BACK! BACK, YOU ANIMALS!"

Roxanne jumped up, grabbing his hand holding the De-Gun, just as a shrill whistle sounded through the air. All movement ceased.

"Back away, people!" The maître-d roared. "Mr. and Mrs. Megamind have every right to privacy that you have, and you are violating it. Kindly return to your seats or you will have to be escorted off the premises!"

There was a moment of shocked silence before the crowd began to turn back to their seats. Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly, she glanced up at the maître-d's name-tag.

"Thank you, Frank."

"Just doing my job, ma'am." He smiled. "I'm sorry for the commotion, but I can guarantee there'll be no more disruptions. Now, if you just sit tight, a waiter will be here soon to take your orders."

As Frank had promised, the rest of their meal went rather well, without any more interruptions. Their meal was nearly over when Megamind spoke up again.

"So…about that big news you mentioned?" The curiosity had been eating away at him all night, and if she didn't tell him right now, he might just have to do something drastic. He didn't know what yet, but his large mind was already concocting ideas. It had been far too long since his mind was given the opportunity to plot some nefarious deed, even if this one wasn't going to be so nefarious as say…creating a new superhero because he missed the Good vs. Evil game.

"Yes, about that…" For the second time that night, Roxanne looked rather nervous. Megamind scooted up farther in his seat. If Roxanne was nervous, this must be serious. Did she lose her job? Was there some new upstart villain? She looked around, anywhere but at him. Megamind gently reached out and pulled her face towards his.

"Roxie," he said, smirking in his sly way. "If you don't tell me right now, I might just have to make you spend the night in the EXITing room."

She couldn't help but grin at him as she slapped his hand away. "Bah, I could take on those gators any day." She held her smile for a few moments more before nervousness once again took over her features. Megamind scooted forward just a few centimeters more.

"Roxanne, what's the matter? Did you lose your job?"

"No," she sighed. " I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it."

She took a deep breath and looked into his brilliant green eyes. He leaned in, his eyebrow raised. Just what could have his normally even-keeled wife in a fit of yitters?

"Megamind…I'm pregnant."

Bum ba BUMMMM! Betcha didn't see that coming. Or maybe you did. –shrugs-

I hope I got their characters right? There's almost nothing that bugs me more than OOC-ness.

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