Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar.
(6 weeks has passed since the last chapter, and filming has started. Freddy and Heather have shown no signs of slowing down.)
Robert and Tiffany stared out the window waiting for the person holding up the filming process.
"Mum, when is Freddy going to get here? It's almost lunch time." Glen wondered, his stomach growling enraged that there had been no breakfast.
Glenda took control for a moment.
"Glen, you are such a pig! Remember whatever you eat goes right to my thighs too...Do you want to be fat like Dad?!"
Glen battled with his sister for control of their shared body.
"At least Dad's fat and happy instead of skinny and miserable!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes at her children's squabble.
"They'll be here at some point, and you'd better leave your father out of this." Tiffany said diplomaticly.
Robert sighed hopelessly.
"He's going to be fired too, if he doesn't show up on time. Wes has noticed, and Glen you might want to let your Dad out of the closet."
Glen scampered off to do as he was told.
The two went back to staring out the window.
"What about Heather?"
No answer was formed even after debating the issue.
Wes stalked over to the pair at the window.
If the sight of Tiffany moving of her own accord unnerved him, he didn't let on.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!" Wes demanded.
Just then a beat up 63' Chevrolet rolled to a stop outside the window.
Freddy jumped out of the truck first, walked to the passenger side door, and helped Heather down from the seat.
She shakily walked inside with Freddy's hand on the small of her back.
"Hi guys!" Heather called cheerily.
Wes shut-up and headed back out the door.
Robert and Tiffany rushed to the couple.
Heather was shakily standing next to Freddy.
She'd gained a little weight, and was beaming at Freddy happily.
Tiffany's eyes widend.
"Heather I get the distinct feeling..."
Heather turned her eyes to Tiffany and Robert.
"I have great news!"
At this the whole gang came running.
After everyone had assembled Heather glanced at Freddy proudly.
"I'm pregnant!"
Everyone was quiet for a minute the intitial shock just wearing off.
"Congratulations...?" Everyone asked uncertainly.
Freddy's fists clenched.
"Robert...Elliot? Any ideas about this...little problem?"
And in an instant the horrors knew what would get Freddy back for all the grief they got...
Robert would be impicated for the pregnancy.
The child may be Freddy's, but Robert would get the credit.
They each rationalized it their own way...It always came down to "Freddy deserved it."