So chapter 2 takes place five months after the wedding (hee hee) and has some more…content.
Oh, and yes, Bill and Mabel have already gotten married because Mabel has most likely been planning her own wedding since she was twelve.
"Pacifica, are you sure you're okay?"
Dipper pressed his ear to the door where he could hear Pacifica vomiting on the other side.
"I'm fine!" He heard her cough and puke again.
"I think you should go to the doctor!"
"Dipper, babe, I'm okay!"
He opened the door and found her hunched over the toilet, heaving.
"Pacifica, you're going to the doctor." He pulled out his phone and made an appointment. "There. Now, let's go."
"You're awful—ack—bossy today." She smiled weakly. "I like it when you're bossy."
The waiting room was torture. Pacifica was tired and leaned on Dipper's shoulder—even though she'd gone to bed two hours earlier than usual the night before and woken up two hours later than usual that morning.
"Mrs. Pines?"
The nurse escorted Pacifica and Dipper to the examination room, where she did all the basic questions. Once Doctor Moore came in, he faced the young couple and pulled out a pen.
"Nurse Joy already gave you the basic questions," he told them. "I have a few extras, based on the symptoms you've given me: vomiting, fatigue, appetite fluctuations, sudden mood shifts. My first question is, since you two have been married, do you have intercourse regularly?"
"Um… yes…" Pacifica's face was the color of a tomato as she answered the question.
"Do you use contraceptives?"
"No…"
"In that case, Mrs. Pines, would you be willing to take a pregnancy test for us?"
"Oh, of course."
She took the test and left Dipper alone with Doctor Moore. When she came back a few minutes later, she had a dazed but happy look on her face.
"It's positive!" she informed her husband.
"WHAT?!"
"Look!" She held the results out to him. He checked them and immediately smiled like an idiot and gave her the biggest hug he could.
"I'll make you an appointment with a midwife to prepare you," Doctor Moore offered.
"I can't believe you're pregnant!" Dipper told his wife on their way to the car.
"I know, but as much as we've been… well, you know… it was bound to happen. I really hope the test was accurate. It'd be nice to raise a child the complete opposite of the way my parents raised me."
"Well, we'll have a few rules. Mainly basic stuff Mabel and I grew up with, so they don't run completely wild."
"Good idea. You'll be the strict one."
"HEY! I can be fun."
"How about you prove that to me after we get home?"
He smirked and pulled her closer to him, planting a kiss on her lips.
"Let's go, baby."
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"
The combined shrieks of Mabel, Candy, and Grenda hit decibels only dogs should've been able to hear.
"Yes, I'm pregnant," Pacifica replied, resting a hand on her abdomen. "The doctor says I'm about a month along."
"Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?!" Candy squealed.
"I don't really care whether it's a boy or a girl. I just want the baby to be healthy."
"What do you think your parents are going to say?"
"Oh, God… We didn't even think about that!"
"Whelp, good luck!" Mabel giggled. "I'm gonna be an aunt!"
"And we'll be the joint godmothers!" Grenda yelled.
"I can't believe it," Priscilla murmured. A smile broke across her Botoxed face. "I'm going to be a grandmother!"
"I hope that husband of yours takes good care of you," Preston snorted.
"He will, Father. We're in the process of planning for the baby."
As Pacifica's pregnancy continued, Dipper began working a bit more to help pay for what they needed, since Pacifica couldn't really go on camera, once she started showing. She became more sensitive and snippy, snapping at Dipper for the littlest things, or crying her eyes out at the smallest mistake or sad thing. He stayed calm and nonjudgmental throughout the entire pregnancy.
"Dipper?" Pacifica asked. They were snuggled up on the couch, watching Ghost Harassers for the millionth time. He was resting his hand on her swollen belly.
"Yeah, babe?" he replied.
"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch lately."
"It's not you, Paz. It's the hormones from the baby. They're making you emotional."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"I love you, Sir Dippingsauce."
"I love you too, Blondie."
It was at that moment both husband and wife felt the baby give a particularly strong kick. Pacifica doubled over in pain.
"Pacifica, what's wrong?" Dipper asked, worried.
"I-I'm fine!" she squeaked in reply. She felt something warm and wet in between her legs.
Her water had just broken.
The baby was coming.
"Dipper, call Doctor Moore. This is it."
"Are you sure?"
"My water just broke, dummy! This is happening whether we're ready or not!"
Dipper grabbed Pacifica's hospital bag and helped her to the car as he called Doctor Moore.
"She says her water broke. We'll be there in ten minutes!"
As Dipper drove through the streets, he glanced at Pacifica, who was practicing the breathing they'd learned at childbirth classes. His heart was pounding.
This is it, Dipper. You're about to become a father.
When they got to the hospital, the nurses wheeled Pacifica to a delivery room.
"She's only two centimeters," one nurse informed him. "Call your family while we take care of her."
Dipper dialed Mabel and Bill's house.
"Hello?" Mabel's voice said over the phone.
"Mabel, it's Dipper."
"Who is it, Shooting Star?"
"It's Dipper. What's up, bro?"
"Mabel, I'm at the hospital. Pacifica went into labor, and she's about to give birth!"
Mabel gasped on the other end of the line.
"I'm going to call Mom, Dad, Priscilla, and Preston. You call Candy, Grenda, and our grunkles. Got it?"
"I'll see you soon!"
There was a click.
His parents replied in a similar way, but his in-laws were already nearby, so they were there almost before he hung up.
"Mr. Pines?" the nurse called. "It's time."
Dipper took a deep breath and followed the nurse into the delivery room.
And that wraps up chapter 2.
In the next chapter, a new addition to the Pines family will arrive! It will switch between the waiting room and delivery room, so that'll be interesting. Also, Mabel will have some big news of her own!
So long and thanks for all the fish!