Delia had always enjoyed Brock's company. Now that he was older, and his two young friends were dating, Brock seemed to spend more time with the group's surrogate mother. The two sat now, in the Ketchum dining room sipping tea and catching each other up on their lives.
A thump sounded on the floor above them and then a groan.
Delia and Brock exchanged a glance then raised their eyes toward the ceiling.
"Ow!" Misty's voice cried out, "Why did you bite me?"
"I said I would," Ash responded with a chuckle. Then the voices stopped but the movement didn't.
Delia's head fell into the palms of her hands, "I'm not ready for this." she moaned.
"I don't think they're doing what it sounds like they're doing…" Brock trailed off.
Her expression changed to one of hope, "Go check on them?" she asked.
Brock nodded and stood, he made it as far as the doorway before he turned back to her.
"But what if they are?"
A/N: This makes me laugh every time, it's probably my favorite Brock related drabble.