Peach sat with Mario on the couch the next morning, breathing slowly. She had to tell him, and soon.
The princess had taken the test the day before, and had breathlessly checked the answer late that night.
She was pregnant.
The TV anchorman was droning onandonandon about some stupid something. Peach couldn't focus. She sighed and turned to Mario.
"Mario?" she squeaked. "How would you feel about… um…"
Mario turned to her.
Peach was actually a lot braver when it came to romance than Mario – as seen with the proposal that took 2 years to come – was, but it didn't mean she wasn't nervous about telling Mario about a baby. He had often complained when he and Baby Mario or Luigi were paired up together on a car. She gulped.
"How would you feel about having a baby?"
Mario's eyes went wide. "Why?"
Peach stared at the ground and felt beads of sweat form on her forehead. "I'm… uh…"
There was a tense silence before she swallowed hard.
"I was just wondering."
"Oh," Mario said, seeming relieved. He pushed back his cap a little.
A hard wave of nausea hit her, and she groaned. Mario jumped a bit and reached to her. "Peachy, sweetie, are you okay?"
"No," she moaned, running to the bathroom. Mario followed on her heels.
He held her hair and looked away while she was sick. When she finished, she sat on the toilet seat (after flushing, of course) and looked down.
Mario bent down and held her hands in his.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
Peach nodded. Tears came to her eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Mario stood there for about three seconds. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell backwards, striking the ground with a rumble.
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"Luigi, what do you want for your birthday?"
"A hippopotamus."
"What?"
"A hippo. I wanna hippopotamus for my birthday! Only a hippopotamus will do!"
Daisy rolled her eyes. "That's for Christmas, silly." She kissed his cheek. "Really, what do you want?"
"A million dollars." Luigi told her. She rolled her baby blues again and told him to be serious.
"Fine. I want… uh… a Nintendo."
"We are Nintendo!" Daisy exclaimed.
Luigi glanced nervously around him. "Shh! Don't break the fourth wall!"
"You are impossible!" She stomped off.
"Im-po-ss-ib-i-lities!" Luigi sang to the theme of Campbell's soup. Then he ran after Daisy.
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Mario came to about 2 hours later. Peach had been repeatedly shaking him, so it wasn't really surprising. He woke up with his head shaking.
"Are you serious?" He whispered when he gained enough energy. "You're pregnant?"
Peach hid her face in her hands and sobbed out a "yes."
"Hey, hey," Mario said, wrapping his arms around her. "It's not so bad. Being pregnant is a beautiful thing, it's just… so sudden."
"We're not even married yet," Peach choked.
"Engaged," Mario said, pointing to the ring on her finger. The distressed princess looked up dutifully and smiled.
Inside, Mario was nervous. He was excited about the prospect of having a baby to call his own, but he'd heard many stories of pregnant women being cranky, throwing up, and having a lot of crazy cravings. He couldn't imagine a sweet girl like Peach being like that. He dreaded the next few months because of this.
However, excitement triumphed the nervousness. A baby! A freakin' baby! A small symbol of Peach's and his love.
"What do you think it'll look like?" He asked her. She thought.
"Blonde with blue eyes and it likes red. A lot." She scanned her brain again and started laughing.
"What?"
"I just hope it doesn't like pink."
This chapter's a little short, but I like how it turned out. It would be a nice ending for the story, but I want to keep going with it because I love writing it.
Mario didn't really freak out, huh? He did for a while but then he actually thought about it and decided having a child would be nice.
Although the next nine months aren't going to be pretty. Brace yourself, o mighty plumber!
Okay, it's late. It's 12:30 AM on Christmas Eve. I'm really not at all willing to go to sleep, so I wrote this chapter. I hope you like. :-) Chapter 10 will be up probably later today.
xoxo