By the time next week rolled around, the boxes with the maternity clothes arrived and were signed for. Then Zim donned his usual uniform and shoved the human cloths into Dib's hands. Although he was supposed to dispose of them, he just packed them away in a closet he hadn't known was in the bedroom, just in case he'd be able to con the Invader into wearing them one day down the line; probably way, way down the line. With that all said and done, the two found that it was Monday morning and they were going to be late for school if they didn't hurry.

" You really need a new alarm clock, you know that!" Dib shouted as they grabbed all their stuff and left the labs. Zim just gave him a harsh look, " It always makes us late, you know,"

" We're not late,"

" We will be,"

" Shut up, Love Slave," was the only response he got as the doors opened and they stepped out into the kitchen. Gir waved energetically from where he was sitting in a puddle of batter on the table, " GIR! What did you do!"

" I made cake, Master!"

" Well... where's the cake?"

"... I dunno..." Gir said, looking vacantly out at the two of them. Dib covered his face, moaning, and left the kitchen. Zim, on the other hand, marched over to the fridge and grabbed an apple, " TACOOOOS!!! We need tacos, Master! They'll make you happy!"

" I'm not sad,"

" Can I feel the baby? Huh, huh, huh?" he grabbed Zim's face and squished his cheeks as he said it. The alien's eyes narrowed as he shoved the robot off of him.

" No, Gir. I need to get going. Guard the house," he ordered, leaving the kitchen and walking past Dib, who was sitting on the couch with a blank look on his face, " COME, we go to school!"

Dib followed him out the door without a word about how weird that conversation between alien and robot had been. They started to walk hand and hand to school, Zim munching away on his apple for the smeet's sake. As they rounded the corner to the red building, the bell rang and people began to rush inside, yelling to each other. However, waiting outside for them were Gaz, playing her usual game, and Tak, who looked annoyed.

" Hey there, Gaz... um... Tak," Dib greeted the girls, slowly to a stop. Gaz didn't answer and the female alien only nodded. The four headed inside the high school, ignoring the fact that the late bell had just rung.

" How's the pregnancy, Zim?" Tak questioned, eyeing his stomach as though mildly interested. She was trying to crush the side of her that desperately wanted to rub his belly and ask if she could listen to the smeet's heartbeat. She'd had to crush that side of her religiously ever since she'd found out he was expecting yet it still wasn't any easier.

" Fine,"

" I see you got maternity clothes,"

" Sure did,"

" Um... have you spoken to our Tallest lately?" she changed the topic before she slipped and asked to feel his curve. He shook his head, " Have you called them?"

" Not recently. Why?"

" Just wondering. Don't get defensive, Zim. I don't want your job anymore," she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. He did the same. A second pasted and then she turned away and coughed lightly, " Have you picked out the colors for the smeet's nursery?"

" Nursery?" he repeated, stopping at his locker for a book. He shoved it into Dib's arms without asking, but his boyfriend didn't complain, " What nursery do you speak of, Tak?"

" For the smeet! Where it'll sleep and you'll keep it's toys!" she exclaimed, clenching her hands next to her as they marched to class. He gave her a look, then nodded understandably, " Have you picked out the colors yet?"

" The same as the rest of the Base,"

" Oh... okay," Tak grew quiet for a minute, not sure what she should say next. Behind the Invaders, the siblings had their heads together as they argued over what weapons Gaz should be using on the level she was on. Tak knew she wasn't going to get any help from Dib, " Have you started building the nursery yet?"

" No,"

" Why not?"

" Do not doubt the mastermind that is ZIM!!!" he declared, finishing his apple and tossing it in the trash. She shook her head, " We will have the most amazing, perfect nursery constructed by the time the smeet arrives,"

" I'm sure you will,"

" But of course. I am ZIMMM!" he said, coming to a stop in front of their classroom, which, surprisingly, was still number 13.

They all stopped there, for some reason. Gaz finished up her level and saved, putting the game up. Dib waited patiently for his lover to decide it was time to step foot in the classroom in his uniform for the first time in a long while. Tak stood there, trying to say something besides what she wanted to ask. After a minute, though, Gaz announced that she needed to get to her classroom and kissed her girl on the lips.

" Before I go... Zim, can I feel your belly?" she asked, reaching out. Dib and Tak both stared in shock. The alien waved her off, giving her permission. Gaz laid her hand on his stomach, one of her eyes opening slightly, " Cool. It's moving,"

" C-c-can I feel the smeet as well?" Tak stuttered out, kicking herself in her mind. Zim waved her off too and she put a hand on the side of his large stomach. Inside him, she could feel movement and suddenly her face flushed red uncontrollably, her female side rearing to life, " Awwww..."

" Yes, yes, bow down to the power of my smeet," he commanded, giving a laugh. Both girls cooed over him and his smeet for a second, then Gaz said she had to go again and she walked off in a different direction.

Once she was gone, the three stepped inside their classroom. Ms. Bitters' chalk scrapped along the board for a second before she twisted around and narrowed her eyes at the three late students. They all claimed, at the same time, that they'd been caught up because the child was moving and they were sorry for being late. She growled, then pointed wordlessly at their seats. They hurried over and sat down.

" The child moved? Oh, I wanna feel!" Zita exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with joy. Several other kids echoed her cries, interrupting what their teacher was writing on the board, " Can I feel! Can I, Zim?!"

" Let us, Zim! You're the only person in the class who's pregnant!" Brian reminded him, leaning over in his seat.

" Quiet, children!" Ms. Bitters hissed, suddenly leering over Zim, who drew away from her on instinct, " Zim, as you are the only person in the class who's pregnant, share with the class and let them feel your belly. Now," she pointed to the front of the classroom.

" But, Ms. Bitters," both Dib and Zim tried to protest, but she jabbed her finger at the front of the room again. Moaning, the alien got to his feet and marched up to the front.

" Now children, in single file, go up and rub Zim's stomach," she instructed, sounding normal once more. Cheering, the kids hurried to form a line. They began to go up and touch Zim's curved belly as he groaned and kept his hands on his lower back. Dib watched, chewing on his pencil, knowing full well that his boyfriend had an issue with physical contact, especially when it came to humans. When they finished, Zim was twitching violently, " Now have a seat, Zim,"

" Yes, Ms. Bitters," he muttered, going back to his seat and sinking down in it. Dib rubbed his shoulder in a comforting sort of way. For a second, then, Zim zoned out and a wicked smile appeared on his face. Dib pushed his finger between Zim's orb like false human eyes, drawing the alien out of his daydream.

" You're not using your pregnancy to enslave the human race, got it?"

" I wouldn't dream of it, Dib human," Zim lied, turning away from him. Dib didn't answer, but mostly only because Ms. Bitters gave the two an evil glare for daring to whisper 'sweet nothings' in the middle of her classroom. They hushed up, glancing at each other and slightly smiling.

Halfway through Ms. Bitters' class, however, Zim started to feel miserable. His stomach started to hurt, so he lowered his head onto his desk as she lectured on and on about something. Then, without warning, pain shot through him. He recognized this pain as Braxton-Hicks, but couldn't help feel immensely worried. The slit had formed, after all, so the pains could very well of been a miscarriage. Still, he knew it was Braxton-Hicks and that calmed him considerably.

Though, him being calm didn't help the pain. He hugged his belly, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a low moan. The entire class shut up and all eyes turned to him as he curled up the best he could at his desk. Dib's eyes grew wide behind his glasses, his pencil dropping to the floor in shock. Ms. Bitters voice cut as she turned towards the source of her interruption.

" Zim, why are you moaning?" she demanded, once again suddenly in front of him. He opened one eye and tried to say something, but could only whine.

" Ms. Bitters!" Dib shouted unnecessarily, as she was right next to him. She gave him a hard stare, " I think Zim's suffering from Braxton-Hicks again. Can we be excused?"

" Is it bad?" she questioned Zim, who could only whimper, " Fine. You two are excused for the rest of the day. Here's your pass," she held up a note, which had appeared out of thin air, and Dib snatched it from her. He helped Zim to his feet, steadying him carefully.

" Is the sm- er-child okay?" Tak whispered as they walked past her. Dib gave her a thumbs up, pushing open the door and leading his boyfriend outside it.

The door swung shut and Zim slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall. He shook his head when Dib tried to get him to move, curling up into a little ball. All the human could do for a moment was stare in horror at his love's pain. Then, he searched his pockets and found his computer. He pulled it out, switched it on, and contacted Gir, who turned red for a split second.

" Gir, I need you to cloak the voot cruiser and take it to the high school, understand?" Dib demanded, trying to sound serious instead of worried. Gir saluted him and the computer screen went blank, " Come on, Zim. We just need to get outside,"

Zim ignored him, it seemed, and just silently cried tearless cries. Knowing that they needed to get to the front steps, Dib did something he knew Zim would more then likely kill him for later. He scooped him up princess style (or bridal style) and carried him outside. He couldn't exactly say it was an easy task, as his boyfriend had gotten quite heavy in the past few months. However, he managed and stumbled out front, wondering how he was going to recognize the cruiser.

" Dumb question," he mumbled to himself, spotting the giant pig. Praying that Gir had brought the actual cruiser and not just the cruiser carrier, Dib hurried over as best he could.

" Hiya, Master!" Gir greeted him, waving rapidly as the top opened. Thankfully, it was the real cruiser. Zim moaned, opening one eye to see his robot undisguised in broad daylight. A different kind of moan escaped his mouth, " I brought Mimi!"

" Mimi?" Dib repeated, placing his boyfriend inside the cruiser, " Another dumb question," he scolded himself, pulling himself into the voot cruiser as he saw the tied up cat/robot in back.

Ignoring whatever else the robot said, Dib shut the screen to the cruiser and focused on the controls. Having been flying Tak's old ship for several years, seeing the control panel brought back the instructions all over again. He pushed certain buttons and in no time they were soaring away from the high school and back to the strange house they all, save for Mimi, called home. Once there, Dib landed the cruiser inside and opened the glass.

" We're home, Zim. Feeling any better?" he questioned, pushing his hand onto his boyfriend's forehead and wondering if that was an accurate way to check an Irken's health.

" Y-yes... I think so..."

" Then spill," the younger boy's eyes narrowed, looking down at his curled up lover. Zim gave him a weird look, as though asking him what he was talking about, " I don't think it's normal for Braxton-Hicks to be this severe. Is there something you're not telling me?"

" Of course not D-"

" Spare me and just tell the truth, Zim,"

" The truth is..." Zim grew quiet, rubbing the sides of his still aching belly. His boyfriend waited, motioning for him to go on, " Irkens decided to use technology for reproduction purposes because our pregnancies are often coupled with... rather painful false labor pains... Braxton-Hicks, if you will... I didn't want to worry you, so I said nothing about it... I didn't know... it'd be this bad..."

" Why am I not surprised?" Dib said, rubbing his temples in frustration. His lover said nothing. He just stared at him with those false eyes, " Lemme help you down to the bedroom. You should rest,"

" You're not going to whine and complain that I lied to you? What is this?"

" I don't have to whine and complain. You're going to call your Tallest tomorrow and ask them for assistance with the pain," he said, in a very sure voice. Zim opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it, and let his boyfriend take him down to the bedroom they shared.

" You have to help me construct a nursery, then, Love Slave,"

" I knew that was coming," Dib helped Zim into the bed and kissed him gently on the cheek as his boyfriend removed the wig and fake eyes.

Then their lips touched and they stayed there for a moment, wrapped in the warmth of each other and the darkness of their bedroom. Dib's hands moved to Zim's shoulders and stayed there, rubbing back and forth on his lover's tense muscles. Zim kept his hands on his round belly, but he didn't need to touch Dib at this point for them to feel as though every inch of their beings were touching the other. They were one soul as soon as their tongues slipped into each other's mouth and began to caress the other's tongue.

Dib pushed Zim back against the pillows, using more force then before. He saw those orbs close and his did as well. Utter and complete darkness swallowed them up and rolled them together, the two of them and their smeet, in a moment of love and passion. Dib's hands found Zim's and they stayed there on top of their smeet, gently pushing down to feel the innocent life inside of the alien move happily as it's parents engaged in love. Smiles formed through the kiss and Dib lowered his mouth to Zim's neck. He kissed his way down, using one hand to tug down the shoulder of his boyfriend's uniform and exposing a line of green skin. His lips brushed against it.

Zim let out a gasp, a hand reaching up and gripping his lover's loose T-shirt. His body quivered under those air light kisses, a smile on his red face. He felt tongue flicker across his skin and he let out a moan of pleasure, his claws cutting a little of the cloth. His breathing grew quicker as the kisses got harder and then he couldn't breathe when he felt just a slight nip of teeth.

The younger boy found the older's collar bone as he eased the clothes off. He ran his tongue along it's length and then up to his alien's other shoulder. He bit down playfully, not hard enough to draw blood. Zim's hand pulled his shirt lower and he grinned at the idea of making his dominant Invader gasp out for air. He relished the idea, in fact, and licked his lover's neck. He got a whine out of him. He rubbed the arms of his sweetheart, moving his hands away from said sweetheart's stomach. He gripped the arms tightly, finding Zim's mouth in the dark and plunging his tongue deep inside.

They stayed like that for a minute, drinking the other down and lightly biting on the other's lower and upper lips. Their tongues explored their lover's mouth, as though it hadn't a thousand times beforehand. Then, Dib slowly drew away and kissed Zim on the forehead as they both took in deep breaths.

" Get some sleep, okay, Zim?" he whispered, pinching the alien's cheek. Zim waved him off, smiling kindly up at him, " Don't get out of this bed until I come get you for lunch, okay?"

" Only because I feel like it, Love Slave. Not because you told me to," he answered, snuggling up with Dib's teddy bear as he was tucked into bed. Dib rolled his eyes and laid a tender kiss on his cheek.

" Whatever you say," he walked over to the elevator and waved good bye. He got a one finger good bye wave before the doors shut and he was taken up to the kitchen, " He's so damn arrogant," the doors opened and he saw Gir mixing batter in his head as Mimi fought to get loose and go back home. Dib hit the button on the door and it shut and took him to the labs instead as he sighed and rubbed his temples again.

I thought it was about time for them to have another make out scene. Hope you all enjoyed it. Oh, and yeah, I felt like giving Dib a hero's moment, hence the new Irken preggo problem. Ah well. I couldn't help it.

And look! I included every member of the cast except Professor Membrane. Aren't I special? Hahaha... yeah... whatever.

That's all. Love Sai-Chan.