She slowly and difficultly opened her eyes, her eyelids feeling as heavy as lead. A splitting headache pounded in her head and her stomach was doing backflips. To put it simply, she felt like absolute crap.

Leela couldn't remember the last time she had woken up feeling so exhausted. She had felt like that all night, barely being able to catch any shuteye. She was used to waking up moderately tired due to her night terrors, but she hadn't had those for months now, and she felt far more drained than she ever did when she had them. She had no idea what could be the cause of this.

She sluggishly lifted herself up from her soft mattress, her body rigid and unwilling to move. She winced as her head pounded even more painfully and noticed that Steve wasn't in bed. Right away she caught a whiff of what she immediately recognized as freshly made pancakes coming from downstairs. Her stomach seemed to contort itself even more as the aroma went through her, but she smiled nonetheless. Her husband had the habit of making breakfast for her from time to time, and when he did he always made sure it was special. Despite her indisposed state, she wanted to show gratitude for his efforts.

She managed, with some struggle, to get out of bed and had to practically drag herself out of the room and down the stairs towards the kitchen, where the smell of fried batter was stronger and where she saw her husband bent over the counter next to the stove, sliding one last pancake onto the growing stack on a plate. As soon as he turned around with the plate in his hand, the proud smile on his face vanished and was replaced with a concerned expression.

"Hey." He whispered, placing the full plate on the table and walking up to his wife. "Do you feel alright? You don't look so good."

"I'll be fine." She replied as he took a hand to her forehead. "I didn't sleep very well, but I'll survive."

"Do you want to stay home and rest? I can explain the situation to Nigel, he won't mind."

"No, you don't need to do that. Trust me, I'll be fine. I just need some coffee."

"Well, why don't you sit yourself down and I'll grab you a cup?" he gently pushed her towards a chair in front of the table.

"Thank you." She sighed as she took in the scent of the food in front of her. "And thank you for making breakfast."

"My pleasure. You know I love to cook." He poured some coffee from the full pot into a mug and handed it to her. "And I know how much I love chocolate chip pancakes."

She pulled one of the aforementioned cakes into her plate, cut off a piece and took it into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste as Steve sat on the chair across from her, smiling as he awaited for her to tell him how the meal was.

"Wow." She said as she swallowed the chewed food. "This is really – "

She didn't have time to finish her sentence. All she had time to do was cover her mouth as she ran up to the kitchen sink, where she threw up everything she had in her stomach with quite an unpleasant sound. Steve just watched her wide-eyed as she turned around after she had finished and held a hand against her mouth in case any more fluids threatened to escape her digestive system.

"Geez, are they that bad?" he asked with a disappointed expression, looking down at his own plate.

"No, they're delicious!" she assured him, gulping down some remnants of vomit in her mouth. "They really are. I just woke up feeling really sick and I have no idea why. I must've caught some sort of stomach bug or somethi – "

She trailed off as her gaze fell on the calendar on the wall. Her heart started racing as she mentally did the math, resorting to counting her fingers and mouthing some words that Steve couldn't hear. When she reached the fourth finger on her right hand her eyes widened and her face got even paler than it already was.

"Oh my gosh…" she covered her mouth again, this time in shock.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, more confused than concerned.

"I'm late…"

"What do you mean?" he looked up at the clock on the wall. "It's only a quarter past seven."

"No, Steve…" her expressions turned serious. "I'm LATE."

It took him a while to understand what she meant, but when the information finally reached his brain he almost choked on his own saliva.

"You… really?" he stammered as he quickly rose from his seat and walked up to her. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." She nodded as she hugged herself. "I was supposed to have it five days ago."

Steve could feel his heart pounding against his chest, knowing very well what 'it' was. Words didn't need to be spoken; they both knew what they had to do next. They quickly finished breakfast, got dressed and drove to the pharmacy to buy… a pregnancy test.

They had called the school and said there was a chance they could be late that morning due to Leela being a bit under the weather, which was true. Principal Brown assured them that there was no problem, so that was one less thing to worry about. After the awkward trip to the local pharmacy, where they just picked the cheapest pregnancy test they could find and the pharmacist behind the counter smiled knowingly at them, Leela locked herself in the bathroom as she read the test's instructions. They seemed fairly simple: remove it from the packaging, pee on it and then wait for three minutes. Rather easy steps for such an arduous task.

Steve couldn't keep his foot from tapping against the floor as he sat on the bed and waited for his wife to come out of the bathroom. He scolded himself mentally; how could they have been so careless? They really weren't ready for this, no matter how much he wanted it to happen. He thought back and realized he was the one to blame for this. If he hadn't had that 'bright idea' a week ago, they wouldn't even be in this situation. He lightly punched himself on the forehead, blaming his dirty mind for everything, when he heard the bathroom door unlock. He saw Leela coming out, looking just as nervous as him.

"Three minutes." She said as she scratched her forearm. "All we can do now is wait."

Steve smiled sympathetically at her and patted the spot on the bed next to him for her to sit on. She walked towards the spot and plopped down on top of the smooth comforter, burying her face in her hands and letting out a long sigh. Steve patted her softly on the back.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, the guilt heavy on his conscience. "This is all my fault."

"What do you mean?" she raised her head and gave him a quizzical look.

"You never wanted kids, and I basically just forced into getting pregnant. If I just –"

"Now hold on just a minute!" she suddenly exclaimed. "First of all, this is as much my fault as it is yours. Secondly, you didn't force me into anything! And lastly…" she grabbed his hands and gave him a warm smile. "…if I really am pregnant, I won't regret it one bit. I will be honored to carry your child."

He smiled widely at her and pulled her into a hug. Leela embraced her husband tightly, emotional from her own heart-felt speech and possibly the extra hormones that were flowing through her system. She noticed the clock on the small table beside the bed; the three minutes were up.

"It's time."

She loosened her grasp on her husband and pulled him up by the hand as she headed back to the bathroom. They walked hand in hand towards the sink, where Leela had left the test, and as she picked it up their eyes widened to size of dinner plates. There in front of them, in the lemur's furry grey paw, the small object's digital screen showed a blue plus sign.

They turned towards each other at the same time and grinned.

"We're having a baby!" Leela exclaimed joyfully.

Steve held his wife in another hug and twirled her around as they both laughed excitedly. They shared one of the most passionate kisses they remembered sharing as tears menaced to fall from their eyes.

"We need to start thinking of names!" Steve affirmed as he held onto Leela's waist.

"Isn't it a little soon for that?" Leela chuckled.

"I know, but I'm just so excited!" he squeezed her tighter against him. "Plus I've always loved the possibility of having a soon named Steve Junior."

Leela just giggled at her husband's silliness as she cuddled against his chest. She loved that man more than anything else in the world, and now they were having a child together. There was no greater proof of their love than that.