Miranda stared distractedly out the window as the events of the last few months played themselves out in her mind's eye. It had all started when she was working on Deadbolt, that blasted robot. He had been well worth the work at first, and still would be if he didn't keep getting destroyed every bloody time she needed him.
Then the last time she had had to repair him, Miranda had realized something. She was lonely. She wanted a human friend, or maybe even something more than a friend. That was when her thoughts turned to Arthur Beeman. That horrible, wonderful man. As much as she hated to admit it, she was in love with him. She had been keeping it a secret for years now and it was about time she did something.
The next morning Miranda woke up in a hotel room with no recollection of what had happened the previous night, finding her clothes all over the place and Arthur unconscious next to her, smelling of alcohol. A screamed string of swear words quickly woke him up too. They had both left shortly after, ashamed.
And then... "OH BLOODY H-"
Two months later.
Miranda was pregnant.
And Arthur Beeman was the father.