"Hey, Jason, can I talk to you?" Molly said.
Foxy and Jason were both on the couch in the living room, watching something on TV, and splitting a package of popcorn, when Molly asked to see her friend. It was mid-November now and Molly had been hiding a secret since the first day of November.
"What's up?" Jason asked, following Molly into the bedroom.
"This," Molly said.
She held up a pregnancy test and watched as Jason went pale.
"Is… That what I think it is?" he asked.
Molly nodded.
"You're pregnant?!" Jason questioned loudly.
"Shh!" hissed Molly, "Not so loud! I don't want Foxy to know yet!"
"What are you going to do?" Jason asked, "You don't want kids I thought."
"Well, the condom must have broken back in October because I'm having one!"
"You need to tell him."
"I know, I know! But I already have enough on my plate with the restaurant getting as little money as it is. I can't worry about a baby, too!"
"The restaurant is in trouble?"
"Yes. But that's not the point. And don't tell anyone else. I'm trying to figure out what to do about it. But for now, we need to figure out what I'm going to do about me being pregnant!"
Jason sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think, "Well, you have to tell him eventually. Do you know if he even wants children?"
"Well, I know he enjoys working with the kids here, so I'm guessing he wouldn't mind children of his own."
Jason nodded, "That's true. And at least you have the space to add on a kid now. The guest room would be perfect. Know the gender yet?"
"It's too early. I'll know in a few months. I'm just so nervous about having a kid and how I'm going to tell him."
Molly sat down on the edge of her bed and looked around the room. As time passed, she hung up photos of her, Foxy and the rest of the animatronics, Jason, and her parents. There was now an impressive array of photos, all showing laughing and smiling faces.
"They all care about you. And so do I. We'll all be by your side through this all. I promise," Jason said, noticing her gaze.
Foxy interrupted the conversation, knocking on the bedroom door. Molly opened it to see the pirate smiling awkwardly at her.
"What's that look for…?" Molly asked, eyeing him.
"I… Well, I may have put a hole in the couch with my hook," Foxy admitted sheepishly.
Molly sighed and rolled her eyes, "Okay. I'll fix it. Just try to be more careful, please."
Foxy went back to the living room, feeling bad for what he had done to the couch. He felt he always ruined things around the house and restaurant because of his hook and was tired of feeling like a trouble maker for it. Several times the thought of leaving and shutting himself down permanently crossed his mind so he wouldn't cause any more trouble but his love for Molly kept him going.
"I'll tell him tomorrow. I have a doctor appointment set up. He can come along and be surprised," Molly said as they walked out of the room.
Jason nodded, walking towards the kitchen so he could get some drinks. Molly say beside Foxy on the couch and rested her head on his chest. Foxy sighed and put his arm around her, still feeling like he always messed things up.
"Molly?" he said quietly.
"Yes?" Molly asked, looking up at him.
"Am I messed up?' Foxy asked.
"What? No. You're not messed up, Foxy. I mean, yeah, you make mistakes, but everyone does."
"But I do it a lot more."
"Not really. You just feel like you do because of your hook. I make mistakes all the time."
"Not as many as me…" Foxy mumbled.
Molly kissed his cheek and rested her head back on his chest, "You're perfect to me, Foxy. Now, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and was wondering if you'd come along."
"Are you sick?" Foxy asked.
"No. It's just a check-up."
"Well, okay."
Molly smiled and sighed happily, watching the show as Jason came back into the living room with three bottles of Pepsi.
"Awesome. My favorite!" Molly said, taking two bottles.
She opened them both, handing one to Foxy who couldn't open bottles with only one hand. She kept the other for herself, taking a big swig and letting out an even bigger burp after. Jason and Foxy both laughed, knowing she didn't have manners unless she was in public or had guests over.
"Foxy is coming to the checkup tomorrow," Molly informed Jason.
"Have fun," Jason said, smirking.
"You need to have a checkup soon, too, you know, Jason," Molly said, "So don't smirk. I bet you're even due for shots."
Jason rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I know. And Foxy needs one too, I bet."
Molly nodded and took a sip of the pop, "We're all due."
Jason snickered and Molly shot him a look. Foxy felt left out of what Jason found to be so funny but shrugged it off as the commercials ended and his show came back on.
In the morning, Molly got dressed and made breakfast while both Jason and Foxy slept on. When it was done, she woke them up and, sleepy eyed, Foxy and Jason wandered into the kitchen. They all ate on the living room couch, putting on a movie to keep them entertained.
"When you're done eating, go get dressed and we'll head to the doctor," Molly said.
Foxy nodded and continued to eat his bacon and eggs while Molly enjoyed a crepe with strawberries, banana, Nutella, and whipped cream. Already the cravings were kicking in and she was glad that they had what she desired already in the kitchen.
"Do I need to dress up to go?" Foxy asked.
"No. It's nothing fancy," Molly answered.
Foxy nodded and headed for the kitchen to put his plate in the sink before returning to the bedroom to change out of his pajamas. Jason eyed Molly who shot him a look, reminding him not to say anything about what the appointment was for.
"It's a surprise," she whispered, "So keep your mouth shut or you will never have kids yourself."
Jason bit back a laugh and nodded seriously, crossing his heart and giving her a thumbs up. Foxy came back out, dressed in a black t-shirt with a skull and cross bones, and some blue jeans.
"Nice outfit, Mr. Pirate," Jason teased.
Foxy punched Jason playfully before following Molly out the door, leaving Jason alone in the big house they shared.
"What happens at a checkup?" Foxy asked, getting into the passenger's seat.
"They'll just check me out, make sure I'm healthy. Probably weigh me, take my blood pressure. Things like that," Molly shrugged, driving to the doctor.
When they arrived, she parked and led Foxy into the hospital and to the obstetrics ward. Foxy looked at the sign and then at Molly, not sure what the word meant.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"You'll see in a few minutes," Molly said with a smile.
She signed in and sat in a chair with Foxy by her side. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling at his confused look.
"Molly?" called a nurse a few minutes later.
Molly stood and motioned for Foxy to follow her. Foxy walked after Molly and the nurse into a room and noticed posters of babies and the stages of growth on the walls. He looked at Molly, still confused.
"You're going to be a dad, Foxy." Molly said with a grin.
Foxy paled before collapsing onto the ground.