Prompt #27: "I'm pregnant"
"I'm pregnant."
Felix cocked his head. "What was that now?"
Tamora blew out a frustrated sigh through her nostrils. "I'm pregnant," she repeated, placing more emphasis on the words. When Felix only stared at her like a codfish, she asked, "Do you know what that mean, Fix-It?"
Felix's face broke out into a wide smile, but his tone was unsure, "Well, of course I do, Tammy." He'd heard the term before, and had seen several pregnant ladies in the arcade over the years. He examined Tamora's torso as if he'd missed the obvious. "But you don't look pregnant."
"That's because I'm only in my 1st trimester," Tamora explained, casually, "once the baby starts to grow, I'll get bigger."
"Baby?" Felix squeaked out, eyes suddenly wide and terrified. Though he'd rarely seen one in person in the gaming world, he knew exactly what a baby was - a helpless, brand new life. There'd only been a few known cases of new life around the arcade.
Tamora patted her middle, in slight disbelief herself. "Yeah, there's a baby in here."
Something clicked in Felix's mind at those words. Whenever he saw a pregnant lady in the arcade, sooner or later, they'd come back without an oversized tummy and always had a new child with them. Apparently, their tummies weren't oversized from some bodily phase ladies went through. There was a baby in there!
The color drained from his face as the realization hit. The edges of his vision grew dim as he felt a falling sensation. As fast as he fell out, he was coming to again from a persistent pat to the cheek.
"Felix," Tamora called out, "Come back to me, short stack."
Felix sat up slowly, replacing his hat that had fallen off. Tamora was gazing at him, expectantly. "Is that how a baby is...plugged on, Tammy?" He glanced at her middle. "In your tummy?"
"From what I know about babies being born, yes." Concern flashed in her eyes for a brief moment. "Ready or not, we're gonna be parents, Felix."
He hesitantly reached out, touching her stomach with his fingertips. Tamora was void of armor, wearing her civvies, and he could feel her taunt muscles through her tank top that would soon be stretched. He wasn't sure what this feeling was that welled up inside him - fear, pride, joy. It felt like a big ball of play dough all rolled together, yet separate at the same time.
Programmed memories of his childhood flooded his mind. His ole' Pop never existed, but what they had shared together did and it comforted Felix. He'd be a daddy and Tammy'd be a mom, and they would bring up their baby together.
Prompt #8 "Wanna Bet?"
They'd crossed paths with Sergeant Calhoun a couple times since the cy-bug invasion in Sugar Rush, and every time Felix would scamper over to greet her as if he hadn't seen her in weeks.
Ralph shook his head at the display. The two opposites weren't actually an item – not yet anyways – but Ralph could tell by the way they acted around each other, a budding relationship was on its way.
He nudged Vanellope as they watched Felix bounce on over to woo the hardboiled sergeant. "You know what betting is, kid?"
Vanellope blew a raspberry. "I'm from a racing game, Ralph. Of course, I know what betting is!"
He pointed to the two mismatched pair. eHe"How much you wanna bet those two are a couple by the end of next week?"
Vanellope scrutinized them as Felix smiled happily up at Calhoun while she talked to him. "As in kissy smoochy ickiness?"
"If you wanna call it that?" Ralph shrugged.
"I bet a whole week's worth of Burger Time meals they'll be by the end of that conversation," Vanellope wagered.
Ralph blew through his nostrils in disbelief, grinning. This would be an easy week's worth of meals. "You're on."
As they were shaking on it, they spotted Felix strolling back with a bounce in his step and huge smile plastered on. "Miss Calhoun and I are going out on a date tonight!" he exclaimed before taking off to his game to get dressed.
Vanellope smirked up at Ralph as the wrecker smacked a huge hand over his embarrassed face. "Looks like kids eat free at Burger Time, huh Ralphie?"
Prompt #17: "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while…"
"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while." Tamora slammed the heel of her hand against the elevator door. "Dammit! Those meatheads better not let a single cy-bug escape while I'm decommissioned."
Felix whipped out his hammer. "Maybe this could help."
Tamora scowled at the sealed door keeping them in. "Nice try, Fix-It, but that hammer would only work if we were on the other side of this blasted door."
"Pardon me for asking," Felix pointed up at the smooth, solid ceiling, "but why isn't there a ceiling exit like a normal elevator?"
"This one in particular was designed to be a safety room during a cy-bug attack. If the alarm system is activated, back up will come, but with the power down, there's no calling for help now." She gestured to the dim lights washing over the ceiling. "The only silver lining is the backup generator was triggered."
"Oh." The explanation made sense, at least for the Hero's Duty world. "Now what'll we do?
"We wait." Tamora slid down the cool metal wall facing the elevator door.
"At least we're stuck here together." Felix joined her on the floor, giving an encouraging smile. He reached over her knee, grasping her hand and resting their joined appendages on the cool floor.
Tamora rolled her head on the wall slightly to give him a sidelong look through her long bangs. "Y'know, Fix-It," she scooted closer, unraveling their hands to place hers on his thigh, "we could use this time to catch up on a little TLC."
He gave her a curious but clueless look.
"Ah, to hell with it," Tamora said before snatching his hat off and diving in for his lips.
Not long after the hum of the power kicked on. The elevator door opened to reveal a blushing, disheveled handyman and his lady on one side and three Hero's Duty soldiers smirking at them on the other.