Just a few warnings before we get started here. First of all, BlackGatomon will state one of her creepy schemes again. This one is especially weird, so try to remember how troublesome she is so there will be as little emotional scarring as possible. Second, I reference two plays in here: Julius Caesar and The American Dream, both of which I loved and neither of which I can claim as my own.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Cravings and Soothsayers

Gatomon was sitting in a chair when all of a sudden she had an overwhelming desire for bagels. She had no idea this was due to pregnancy hormones, nor did she care enough to realize it. All she wanted was to be ear-deep in bagels. Mumbling, she wondered, "I wonder if we have any bagels…"

BlackGatomon walked into the kitchen to find her sister raiding the cabinets. Chuckling, she asked, "Are you a cat or a mouse?"

"Shut up. I'm looking for bagels," Gatomon simply replied.

"Bagels? Since when do you eat bagels?" BlackGatomon asked.

"I don't know! I just wanna eat bagels!" Gatomon hissed and finally found a bag of bagels. She ripped the bag open and started eating as many bagels as she could.

"You're having cravings already?" BlackGatomon questioned her sister with curiosity.

"Oh, you speak dog! Give me a break!" Gatomon demanded as she consumed bagel after bagel.

"Arf!" BlackGatomon barked. "Everyone should learn to speak dog! Everyone!"

"You're insane…" Gatomon sighed and chewed a bagel.

"I know. I know you've been very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very emotional about all of this, so I took this off of your bed to give to you," BlackGatomon claimed and held out a teddy bear.

"My teddy!" Gatomon jumped down and hugged the stuffed bear tightly. "Oh, I love this bear! He was a gift from Patamon."

"He aims to please. You should have proposed to him just to give him a break," BlackGatomon voiced her opinion. "Hey, what would you do if the baby was Wizardmon's?"

Upon hearing the name of her deceased friend, Gatomon burst into tears as she would every now and then over the tragic loss of her beloved companion. She had secretly had feelings for Wizardmon at one point. She barely knew Patamon then, and she felt bad about him not really being her first love.

"But he is your true love, sissy pants!" BlackGatomon exclaimed as if she had read her sister's thoughts.

"Don't call me 'sissy pants'!" Gatomon demanded. "I've tried asking nicely. I've tried begging. I've tried being subtle. Now, I have to be upfront and mean about it and I don't like being mean!"

"Don't be so whiny. Here's a bagel," BlackGatomon said and stuffed a bagel in the white feline Digimon's mouth. She wiped away her sister's tears and said, "We should have a baby shower."

Taking the bagel out of her mouth, the white cat said to the black one, "You don't even know what a baby shower is and you want to have one?"

"Of course I know what it is! We get in the shower and people can take turns washing our baby bumps—"

"Which we don't even have yet and that's not a baby shower! That's just another one of your creepy schemes…" Gatomon shuddered. "You need your mouth taped shut or something! Geez!"

"It's a good scheme! It's a well thought out scheme! It's a scheme that will go down in the annals of history! School children will study it as the greatest creepy scheme of all time," BlackGatomon insisted. "Now, on delivery day, how much do you want to bet that Patamon will pass out?"

"…I'm going back to my bagels," Gatomon reported as she bit into another bagel. In truth, she actually did partially believe that her beloved would lose consciousness if he witnessed the birthing of the Digi-Egg. Of course, she would never admit that to BlackGatomon.

"I'm home," Kari walked in the door. The first thing she asked was, "What's with all of the bagels?"

"She's having cravings already! No fair!" BlackGatomon said and pouted.

"She wants people to wash us," Gatomon swallowed her bagel and reported.

"That's just plain creepy…" Kari muttered, shivers going down her spine. "You've got to watch what you say when the baby comes, BlackGatomon. Kids tend to say things—"

"I know how retentive litters of kittens can be! I'm not an idiot!" BlackGatomon exclaimed defensively.

No, you're a lovable psychopath… Gatomon thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Patamon flew in through TK's window. In his paws was a basket filled with baby things. TK turned away from his computer and looked at him. "What the heck is all that?"

"Oh, you know baby stuff. Bottles, blankets, a stuffed toy, litter box sand, a compass…" Patamon announced as he went through his purchases.

"A compass?" TK echoed.

Looking at his partner gravely, Patamon claimed, "I have a horrible feeling that my first child will have an awful sense of direction. This way, if he or she gets lost…at least she or he will have something to brag about…"

"Yeah, I don't think anyone would brag about how they got lost with a compass," TK informed him, shaking his head. "What makes you think that the child will have a horrible sense of direction?"

"Well, I know this fortune teller… I've also got this gut instinct," Patamon explained, avoiding the soothsayer story. That would be a story for another time.

"So what are you going to do about the wedding?" TK asked, keeping his own wedding in the back of his mind.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that we could piggyback onto yours…" Patamon admitted. "If you don't want to, I get it. I'll understand."

"…I think I get why you would hope that, but what do you think Gatomon will think? I think you two should agree on this before moving forward with it," TK advised.

"You're right. I wonder what Mikemon is going to do," Patamon wondered aloud. "Speaking of Mikemon, where is he?"

As if on cue, Mikemon walked in, shouting, "Yo, TK! I'm back from the fortune teller!"

"Oh, good, what did she say?" TK asked with curiosity.

"She said that it will be a girl. A very smart girl who, uh…how do I put this…?" Mikemon started to report. "I'm worried that there's a probe in the room."

"A probe?" Patamon echoed.

"He means a listening device so someone could eavesdrop on us," TK explained to his winged partner. "I think. You mean a bug, right?"

"Yeah," Mikemon answered with a nod.

"Bug, probe, spy; make up your minds, people!" Patamon shouted. "Geez! So, do you think what the soothsayer says is going to come true?"

"I hope so. It sounds like I'm going to have a little girl I can be proud of," Mikemon said eagerly, practically oozing with excitement.

"Aren't you worried that boy Digimon will hound her, each one trying to be her boyfriend?" Patamon asked. "Aren't you scared that she might bring a thug home to meet you?"

"Nope," Mikemon answered, shaking his head. "If this woman is right, that shouldn't be an issue. No matter what, though, she'll be mine and I'll love her unconditionally."

"Well, if she's smart, she won't be bringing home thugs," TK said, knowing why Mikemon was not worried about his future daughter bringing home bad boys. "I don't think that soothsayer is one hundred percent accurate anyway. Last week, she told me good things will happen when I eat a mango for breakfast."

"Wasn't that the morning of the day you proposed to Kari?" Mikemon pointed out an excellent fact in the form of a question.

"…Yeah, well, she said it would rain today! It's not raining! Clear skies!" TK countered, trying to prove the soothsayer wrong.

"I saw some dark clouds coming in," Patamon reported.

"That doesn't mean anything!" TK shouted, now desperate. Drip, drop, drip, drop. A light drizzle began, gradually building up to a downpour. "Oh, come on!"

"Face it, TK. You can't win at this," Patamon concluded as he closed the window he flew in minutes before.

"'Beware the ides of March!' I love Shakespeare," Mikemon quoted the soothsayer from Julius Caesar. "I love that play. But I also love that absurdity. The American Dream."

"Me, too! Grandma was my favorite in that," TK recalled the play fondly, having read it in high school.