"Zim, we have to get dressed first." Dib told Zim as he headed up the stairs while the little green alien skipped toward the door. However, he paused at the door, turning on his heels and narrowing his eyes at Dib.

"Are you saying Zim does not look amazing in what he is wearing?" Zim crossed his arms and glared.

Dib chuckled. "No...you look more then amazing... I just don't think a practically see-through nightgown is something NORMAL people wear to a library. But hey, if that's your thing, go ahead." Dib shrugged before heading back upstairs.

Zim rushed after Dib, demanding where he could find clothes.

Dib showed Zim to his closet, which held nothing but girl clothing. Zim's eye twitched. "After all these years I'm still wearing women's clothing?"

"Not women's; Girl's." Dib corrected. "You're still in a girl's junior small because your so...well...short...and thin."

"Whatever." Zim walked into the extremely large closet. He skimmed through the clothes, not sure what to wear. "Uh... Huh..." he didn't know what to where. All of it was pink – his favorite color. It was so hard to decide.

Dib sighed and walked into the closet and grabbed a outfit for Zim. "You used to wear this outfit all the time, it's one of your favorites." he said as he handed the outfit to Zim. "I'm going to take a shower. If you want to wear something else, then look around." Dib said. Zim took the outfit and looked at it; it was a off the shoulder long-sleeved shirt that was bright pink and had an Irken symbol on the chest. It was long enough to be a dress, so Zim figured it was. However, he wanted to where something that covered his shoulders. So he started to look while Dib was in the shower.

Zim settled on some black skinny jeans, a dark pink turtle-neck tank top – which looked really good on him – some fingerless gloves, his military boots, and a black designer jacket that looked really nice on him.

He finished dressing in the walk-in closet, turning around before screaming at the sight he saw; a naked Dib. "FOR IRK'S SAKE DIB, PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES!" He yelled at the human, covering his eyes with his hands.

Dib just rolled his eyes as he pulled on clean clothes. "Zim, you've seen me naked a million times. It's not really a big deal."

Zim's jaw dropped. "But not in MY memory! This is the first time Zim has ever seen your nakedness." Zim said, his cheek flushed. "And I hope it's the last time."

Dib chuckled at this, having not put on his shirt yet. He only wore his baggy pants and socks. He looked over at Zim, eyes flashing with something almost sinister. "Wanna bet?" he smirked evilly, having fun messing with the alien.

Zim's eyes went wide as Dib stepped forward. "Oh no you don't!" Zim said backing into the closet before mentally cursing himself. He'd left himself trapped.

Dib cornered Zim and took the small Irken into his arms, smiling wickedly. "We're married, remember? I can do what I want with you." he told Zim, who looked at him like he was crazy.

"Then I'll just have to beat some sense into you." Zim smirked, the expression just as evil as Dib's.

"I'd like to see you try." Dib shrugged, cupping Zim's face in his hands and kissing the little alien.

Zim sighed against Dib's lips, wondering what it would be like to just let Dib do what he wanted with him.

"Still want to go to the library?" Dib asked as he pulled away, walking off to go put on a shirt.

Zim slumped against the wall a little, his brain feeling fried. "Um...Not really... can we go get coffee, though?"

"Let's go get breakfast." Dib suggested, which Zim hoped meant coffee.

"Okay." Zim smiled, his squeedily spooch growling. He blushed and looked down at his tummy, putting a hand on it.

For some reason, Zim doing the gesture of putting his hand on his own stomach, made Dib remember that Zim had gown a full pregnancy without Dib knowing.

Dib couldn't help but wonder; would they have any more children/smeet? Or was Miz the only one?
Zim and Dib walked downstairs and out of the house, walking toward the Lamborghini that sat out front.

"What do you think of our new car?" Zim asked, raising a brow and smirking.
Zim crossed his arms, playing the part; "And where did you get the money to buy that car?" he demanded in a rather girly voice.

Dib chuckled, not able to stop himself. "I'm a paranormal investigator. And now that I have people who believe me – because I proved some of the 'myths' out there were true – I have tons of fans and tons of money. How do you think I could afford the house?" Dib told him.

Zim looked back at the house. "Oh... I see. Wait! People don't know about ME, do they?" he grabbed Dib's shirt and demanded.

Dib smiled. "Zim, I'd never tell anyone you weren't human. That would make it to where we couldn't be married. And that would be horrible." Dib ran a hand through Zim's fake hair. Zim stared at him with more respect now.

"You just don't want to get rid of Zim's amazingness." Zim teased, flipping his hair in a girly way and popping his hip out.

"God! You're just too cute!" Dib said through ground teeth before picking up Zim and kissing all over his face.

Zim giggled, finding this very funny.

Dib put Zim down. Zim smiled adorably, unable to stop himself. Dib shook his head, smiling. "You're lucky I can protect you, otherwise you'd be a rape victim several times over because of how adorable you are." Dib told him before smacking Zim on the butt. "Now get in the car, missy."

Zim jumped when Dib smacked his butt, but quickly rushed over to car like a small child, which made Dib chuckle some more.

"Well open the car door for me." Zim ordered Dib, his cuteness still showing.

Dib walked over and opened the car door, pushing Zim in. Zim slid into the seat and grinned; he was going to milk this out as long as possible.

Dib took Zim to a nice restaurant that was close to the mall. Once they finished breakfast he wanted to take Zim to the mall to go shopping. Zim didn't know this, all he could focus on was the fact that he was hungry. When they sat down, Zim quickly swiped up the menu, ordering the first thing he saw: waffles.

"Would you like bacon and eggs with that, miss?" the waitress asked, smiling sweetly.

"No thank you, puny human." Zim said rudely.

Dib rolled his eyes at Zim while the waitress continued to grin. She turned to Dib. "And what will you have, Mr. Membrane?" the waitress already knew Dib, but only because he was famous.

"I'll have the same." he told the waitress, still looking at Zim, who was staring out the window.

"And will that be all?" the waitress asked, just glad that she was in the presence of Dib. THE famous Dib.

"Yes." Zim snapped, thinking it was obvious.

The waitress giggled. "You have a very adorable daughter, Mr. Membrane." she said to Dib.

Dib had been taking a sip of his water when she had said that, and he chocked on it, coughing.

Zim glared daggers at the waitress. "I'm his wife, hyuumon."

The waitress looked horrified. "Oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... uh... I'm so very sorry!" she backed away before she rushed to get their order to the cook.

Dib finished coughing. "I am NOT a pedophile!" Dib exclaimed, feeling like someone had kicked him in the stomach.

Zim laughed nervously. "I can believe that. Besides, I'm wayyyy older then you in human years." Zim muttered.

"I know, you're a 157 now." Dib took a sip of his water.

Zim nodded. "That means I'm twenty one in irken years." He smiled proudly.

"You're still younger then me in personality, however." Dib told his smiling green alien.

Zim rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, but Zim is still amazing." he said, seeing the waitress coming back.

She sat their drinks and food down before quickly leaving, her cheeks flaming.

Zim gobbled down his waffles so fast it was unbelievable. It was like he hadn't eaten in days. Which was probably true; Zim hadn't eaten much since Miz's death.

Thinking of Miz sent a pain through Dib's heart and he swallowed his bite of waffle dryly.

After they finished eating, Dib took Zim to the mall. Zim frowned, looking up at his husband. "What are we going to do here?" he asked, squeezing Dib's hand that he held tightly.

"Buy you some clothes that you like." Dib smiled.

Zim pulled his hand away. "I can make my own clothes. I don't need you to buy me human stuff." Zim said, pleading in his that they leave.

Dib frowned. "What's wrong, Zim? Are you okay?"

"I don't know... I have bad feelings about this place... It...uh...makes Zim's squeedily spooch sick." Zim backed away from the mall, wanting to just get back into the car.

"Alright...then where else do you want to go?" Dib asked, smiling kindly.

"Home." Zim stated, rushing back to the car.

Dib followed, sighing. Sometimes he just wished things could be normal, for once.