A/N: I always forget, but I do not own ANYTHING. I love love love the response this is getting! SO sorry for making you wait, I've been super busy. I work with little kids, and I'm always so tired. It was my birthday on July 26th! I'm got my driver's permit! This is a longerish one to make up for my lameness. Anyways, ENJOY! There will be smut. It WILL be marked off this time, probably by words.

Up was, for lack of a more accurate way to say it, freaking out. He had trouble responding or listening to the doctor, and he was shaking. Dr. Rosenthal noticed this and escorted him back to his room, blaming overexertion too soon after his injury. He ordered another day of hospital observation before sending Up back to his own room in the Academy.

Up grumbled at this; what he really needed was time to process this alone. No one else had to know yet. He didn't want anyone else to know yet. He just needed to talk to Taz, and she wasn't there. She was in a coma for another week, and Up was alone with his thoughts.

Despite pleads from the hospital staff for Up to rest, he grabbed his crutches and began pacing (or crutching) the length of the hospital. Sitting in bed allowed his mind to run rampant. Pacing helped him think. But what was there to think about? There was nothing he could do, was there? Except waiting, he would have to do that. Up sighed, tired from three hours of crutching, and sank into his hospital bed, falling into a blissfully exhausted, dreamless sleep.

Up woke up relieved. He could go back to his room. He could think this over alone. He signed his discharge papers and nearly skipped out of the hospital wing.

Once in his room, the panic returned. He was going to be father. He was going to have a kid. He would be responsible for another living thing. Holy shit. This was a lot to think about.

But wait… what if she wanted an abortion? What if she didn't want Up around anymore? What if she puts the baby up for adoption? What if… what if she doesn't wake up?

Suddenly, Up got angry. How could she know and not tell me? Unless… is it someone else's kid?

Up shook his head violently. She wouldn't do that to him. She was better than that. She loved him. Even if it was someone else's… I would be the best damn father that kid would ever know.

Up smiled a little, thinking of what he would do with this mystery kid. Well, we'd read Harry Potter, and watch all the movies, and watch that spoof on it that Taz likes so much, and train together and kill robots together, and be a family. Just me, Taz, and… would it be a girl or a boy?

Up didn't care, really. He would love either one! But knowing the name of the baby would sort out his head a little. He thought of some possibilities…

If it was a boy, Up was thinking Cedric, Tyler, or Mason.

If it was girl, Up liked Blake, Holly, or Bryn.

He couldn't call it any of those names now, though. He decided for now, he would just think of the baby as a question mark in his mind.

He was still overwhelmed and frankly a bit confused: How did this happen? Okay, he knew how to make a baby. But when? The doctor said she was at about three weeks…

What happened three weeks ago? He thought back… Oh.

Up knew what happened three weeks ago.

winkwinkwinkwinkwink (this is all a flashback now)

Up and Taz had been officially dating for almost seven months now. They had been in love for a lot longer than that, though. Taz was starting to get a bit fed up with their dates. I mean, she loved Up and all, but they never went anywhere when they were together. They watched Harry Potter and trained or worked out or went to the dining hall, but they never did anything date-like. Despite popular belief, Taz enjoyed getting dressed up. It reminded her of her cousins and her mamá, and made her feel older. She also just felt prettier and more confident. Beneath her "soldier Taz" persona, there was still "vulnerable Taz". Sometimes it still hurt when she remembered how the boys had taunted her for dressing the way she did and wanting to play with the boys, not the girls.

Anyway, she kept dropping hints that she might want to go on a real date until she flat-out booked a reservation at one of the three "fine dining" places close enough to reach by crossing the space bridge connecting the academy to the shopping complex, called the Centro.

Their reservation was for Vida, an upscale restaurant with dim lighting, good food, and an implied dress code.

Taz told Up to meet her at her room at seven pm, no later, no earlier. She banished him from her room for the three hours prior to their date, so she could get ready. When Up dragged himself back into his own room, he found an outfit already laid out for him: charcoal dress pants, a white collared shirt, and a red tie. He decided to put it on later, so it wouldn't wrinkle, and turned on the DVD player, settling in to watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets while he waited for seven o'clock to come.

Meanwhile, Taz stripped down and got in the shower, using the good-smelling shampoo and conditioner and scrubbing and shaving and climbing out refreshed and ready. She used the blow dryer to style her usually-bandanna-covered hair into an elegant updo, with shorter locks down, framing her face.

She applied eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, and blush, finishing it all off with bright red lipstick.

She slipped into her dress and pulled on a deadly pair of black heels, then stood up to look in the mirror. The one-shouldered red dress fit her perfectly, highlighting her petite figure. The ruffles started near her collarbone and cascaded down to the floor. Taz's eyes filled up with tears as she examined herself in the mirror. Mamá would be so proud of me. She always wanted to see me in un vestido.

It was 6:55 and Taz was ready to go. She looked in the mirror again. Damn, I look bonita! Dis one's for jou, mamá.

The knock on the door pulled Taz away from the mirror. She sniffed and wiped away her tears, then swung the door open. Up stood there, looking handsome as ever in the outfit she picked.

When he saw Taz, his mouth dropped open and he stuttered.

"You look—but then—wow."

Taz blushed and ducked her head a little. "Its still me, jou idiota."

Up continued to stare. "Yeah, but you're so… damn."

Taz blushed further as Up approached to give her a kiss. Rather than the chaste smooch she was expecting, Taz received a kiss that was hot, heavy, and full of lust. She responded eagerly, standing on her tiptoes to press their lips together and allowing Up to plunge his tongue into her mouth so it tangled with her own. This lasted four or five minutes, but Taz finally had to pull away, straighten her hair out, and wipe the lipstick off of Up so they could make their dinner reservation.

Up whined and tried to kiss her again, but she put up her hand. "Despues. Not ahora. Okay?"

He nodded like a reprimanded child and followed Taz out of her room and down across the space bridge to Vida. The man at the host's desk looked Taz over approvingly, but backed off after Up sort of growled at him.

Their table was tucked away in a dim corner, making their dinner very intimate and cozy. Up still couldn't keep his hands off Taz, and eventually she threatened that they would have to leave if he couldn't behave. He grinned and replied.

"Well, what if I want to leave with you?"

She blushed and began eating a little quicker than before. The entire trip to Vida was a whirlwind, and soon Taz found herself in Up's room, pressed against his locked door with lips against her neck.

SMUTBEGINSHERESMUTBEGINSHERE … pretty sexual so watch out.

She groaned as he sucked on her pulse point, leaving a small purplish circle behind. He continued to work his mouth over Taz's neck, and she shuddered as his teeth scraped gently over the purple mark. At the same time, Up had grabbed the zipper of the red dress and unzipped it, then slid the single shoulder strap off, letting the dress pool gracefully around Taz's feet. She started unbuttoning his shirt, then grew impatient, grabbing the edges and pulling hard. Buttons fell softly onto the floor, and Up's well-muscled chest was bare.

The black lace still separating their heated skin from contact was soon forgotten on the floor, and Taz's bare body lay feverishly against Up's. Their lips met again, their kiss full of lust. Up motioned to mouth his way down her body, but Taz was too eager, and rolled Up over onto his back, straddling him. He groaned in anticipation, and then moaned louder as Taz gripped his cock and slid her hand up and down the shaft a few times, ensuring that he was hard and ready for her.

Without her noticing, Up had managed to move his hand toward Taz's clit, and circled it with his index finger and thumb. Taz gasped, and barely had time to react further as he pushed two fingers inside of her. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head as Up scissored his fingers, stretching her out. Taz yelled out as she came, clenching hard around Up's fingers, her muscles shaking. Still coming down from her high, she recognized that up was still painfully hard, precum now leaking from the tip of his cock.

Taz opened the drawer to Up's bedside table and grabbed a foil packet out of it, tearing it open and rolling the condom carefully onto Up's cock. He squirmed in pleasure as Taz positioned herself over him, and yelled out as she began sinking down onto him. She hissed at a sharp pain, but it quickly dissolved into pleasure.

They began a rhythm so that Up's hips thrusted upwards and met Taz coming down, making each movement as pleasurable as possible. Soon, Up could feel the familiar tightening low in his belly, and he thrusted once more before shouting out and squeezing his eyes shut, his muscles shaking. Taz soon followed, and the pair of them laid together, basking in the glow of their orgasms.

Up pulled out slowly, and Taz winced at the sudden emptiness and the slight pain he left behind. The condom that had been covering Up's sizeable cock was leaking cum, as it had broken inside Taz. She panicked for a moment, but reassured him that she was also on the pill, so they had nothing to be worried about.

SMUTENDSHERESMUTENDSHERE… I told you it was pretty sexual.

(flashback also ends)

I guess we did have something to be worried about, thought Up, still alone in his bedroom. He sighed.

Just one more week…

A/N: So yeah. Smuttiness took me forever to write because I'm a newbie. Review please!

ONE MORE THING: You fabulous readers need to know that there is nooooooooo way I would get tired of this story or abandon it without telling you. I just don't have a lot of time… but I'm trying! Love you alllll!