Star let out a deep sigh of exasperation, running her fingers through her blonde bangs. Her pacing back and forth was not helping with the upset stomach she was having.
Why was she so nervous? It's not like he'd leave her or anything. She was overthinking it. It's a good thing she didn't have to wear a corset. They were the first thing she made optional when she became queen.
"Okay, you got this Star," Star said to herself as she paced back and forth."You've been married to Marco for four months now and you've known him for eight years, he'll be happy. No need to be nervous." Her attempts at calming herself down didn't work.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she took a shaky breath, holding her hand to her heart, trying to slow her insanely fast pulse. Taking a step forward down the hallway, she felt her heart begin to calm. It didn't last long as she felt her ankle twist and she fell to the ground. She was never able to get used to the high heels.
Groaning in frustration, she reached under the giant skirt and pulled the shoes off, leaving them in the hallway as she quickly rushed towards the throne room, where she assumed Marco would be.
Walking into the throne room, she saw it was empty. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone but Manfred standing at the entrance. Sighing she called out for the servant. "Manfred, have you seen Marco?" She asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger.
He nodded swiftly. "Yes, your majesty. He's in the royal garden." He stated pointing towards the garden.
Star groaned. "Can you go to my room and grab a pair of my flats?" She asked as she moved to sit down on the stairs leading to the throne. Manfred quickly saluted her and rushed in the direction of her room.
Star grunted in frustration. "Is this going to turn into a wild goose chase or something?" She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
Manfred returned a minute later, a pair of light blue flats in his hands. She took them quickly, putting them on before rushing out the door to the garden. "Thank you, Manfred!" She called out.
Walking out into the garden, she scanned the scenery hoping to see her tall husband among the rows of flowers. Seeing a flash of brown hair, she smiled and began running in the direction of the hair. "Marco!" She called out in a sing-song voice. "Marco!" Turning the corner, she stopped in her tracks. A horse. Seriously? It was a stupid horse?! She let out a shriek of frustration pulling at her own hair.
Marco came running from around the corner, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, panting. "Star! Are you ok?! I heard you scream!" He exclaimed looking around for an assassin or something. Star whipped her head around at the sound of her husband's voice. Her face broke out into a smile and she tackled him in a hug. "Marco!"
"Star, are you ok?!" He asked holding her at arm's length making sure she had no injuries.
She smiled. "I'm perfectly fine Marco! I've been looking for you!" She giggled, wrapping her arms around him again.
Marco reciprocated the hug. "I was actually hoping to surprise you in bed with some flowers since you haven't been feeling well recently." He chuckled presenting the bouquet. "But it seems like you feel better!"
Star grimaced, remembering the reason why she was looking for him. "Actually, Marco there's something I need to tell you." She whispered looking down at the ground.
Marco took this as a sign to panic. "Oh god are you dying?!" He exclaimed as he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. Star's eyes widened before giggling.
"Marco no no no! I'm fine!" She said in an attempt to calm him down.
"Look Marco… You know how I was throwing up this morning?" She gulped, swallowing her fear. Marco nodded slowly, fear taking over him once more.
"Well, it's not a stomach virus like we thought." She whispered. "It's morning sickness."
Marco's eyes widened as she held her hand to her stomach. "Wait… Do you mean…?"
Star smiled up at him, happy tears in her eyes. "Marco… I'm pregnant."
He placed his hands on the sides of her face. "Star please tell me this isn't a joke." He said smiling at her, tears at the corners of his eyes.
She giggled. "We're going to be parents, Marco."
He grabbed her by the waist swiftly, picking her up with ease as he spun her around in circles, laughing joyfully the whole time. Slowly he let her slide down through his arms, her own wrapping around his neck as the two lovers kissed in pure bliss.
They separated, staring into each other's eyes, tears streaming down their faces.
"I'm going to be a dad." Marco whispered as he pulled her into a hug. "...I'm going to be a dad." He said slightly louder than before as the realization sunk in. He jumped away from Star in his panic. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" He screamed running his hands through his hair, pulling at it in clumps. "What if the baby doesn't like me? What if it gets hurt? I have to safety proof the entire castle! We have to go to baby training! How does a Mewman baby act? Is it different from a human baby?" He babbled on and on, pacing back and forth in front of Star.
She giggled and grabbed his hand, effectively stopping him. "Marco calm down. For now, let's just celebrate." She laughed pulling him into a hug. Marco hesitantly wrapped his arms around his wife, careful not to hug her too tight in fear of hurting the baby. She snickered. "Marco, I'm only a couple days in. You can hug me tighter." She smiled up at him, standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I love you, Marco." She whispered as she tightened the hug, a small smile on her face.
"I love you too Star." He whispered in response, stroking her long hair, before placing a kiss on the top of her head.
Not even a week later, Marco had baby proofed the whole entire castle. Every sharp corner had been bubble wrapped, all weapons had been put away, he even took Star's dimensional scissors and hidden them, which Star was not happy about. At all.